Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:30:53 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 4, chapters 29 - 30

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 4 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 29 -- Exploring Relationships.

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

The weekend after Little Ricky's birthday party, we had another party
planned - a family cookout to celebrate Pat's regaining his vision.  It was
going to be a very different type of get together for us, but I think that
we were all looking forward to it.  Unbeknownst to me, however, there was a
conspiracy brewing that involved me, however I didn't know about it at the
time.

It began Friday evening, when Danny borrowed the car to run an errand.  He
took Brandon and Pat with him and explained it all by saying Pat wanted to
personally invite Shannon and Uncle Jake to this party.  What they didn't
tell me was they had more than that on their minds.  I told them it would
be fine, so off they went, to complete their mission.

It was obvious that Shannon had been expecting them, as he met them at the
door as soon as they pulled in, and my boys went inside to say hello to
Uncle Jake.  He seemed very glad to see them and asked what brought them
there.  That's when Pat took over.

"I came to invite both of you to a picnic we're having tomorrow, at our
house.  Dad wants to have it to celebrate my getting my eyesight back.  You
don't need to bring anything, but yourselves, and there will be plenty to
eat and lots of things to do.  It's just for family, but you're part of our
family now."

"That's very kind of you to make this invitation and include us as part of
the family," Jake responded, "and we'll be glad to attend.  What time does
this shindig begin?"

Pat gave them all the details about the party and filled them in on what to
expect.  When they finished discussing what would be going on, Danny
broached the next topic.

"Uncle Jake, you know, you should get in touch with Dad sometime and go out
for a few drinks or something.  He seems to spend all of his time with us
and doesn't get to do anything just for himself.  We think he should go out
and have some fun once in a while too."

"So Shannon's been telling me," Jake responded, quizzically.  "I take it
you boys have talked about this amongst yourselves?"  The boys nodded their
heads.  "Did you ever suggest this to your dad?"

"Yeah, I guess we have talked this over with him too, but he thinks it's
more important to be there for us.  We appreciate it and all, but we'd also
like to see him have some fun of his own, not just provide fun times for
us.  He hasn't even been on a date since he started adopting us.  I don't
think it's good for him to neglect his own needs.  I think it's about time
he enjoyed himself too."

"Yes, I can see your point and agree with what you've said," Jake replied.
"Josh should get out once in awhile to do things that make him happy too.
Maybe I could ask him to meet me after work some Friday, for a few drinks
or something."

"Or maybe you guys could have dinner together," Brandon added.  "Just the
two of you."  Jake was surprised at this comment and began to get even more
suspicious than he already had been.  He eyed the boys, while trying to see
if he could figure out what cards they held up their sleeves.  Finally, he
decided on what he was going to say next.

"You mean like a date?" he asked, while raising his eyebrows and eying them
intently.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Pat answered, shyly, and all three boys
turn red, realizing they hadn't been as sly about this as they'd hoped.
They began looking at each other, wondering if they had been too direct in
broaching this topic and weren't sure how to proceed from here, but Jake
solved that little problem for them.

"Uh, wasn't your dad married for a number of years?"  Jake asked, but no
one answered right away, so they could take their time to come up with an
appropriate answer.  However, Jake continued before they did.  "You know,
he might not agree with your trying to fix him up with me.  I really don't
think he'd be interested, being straight and all."

"But he's not," Danny blurted out, before realizing what he'd said and then
turning red.  Now, he tried to correct his sudden outburst.  "What I mean
is that Dad's really bi and he's often mentioned how he's regretted not
exploring the other side of himself.  I think he'd be interested in
spending time with you too, but I just think he's too shy to ask.  I
believe that's why he spends so much time with us, so he can be close to
other males without having to worry about going further."

"That's interesting," Jake told them, while looking as if he were thinking
about something else.  "I didn't know that about Josh.  He's really told
you guys that he's sorry he didn't go out with other guys?"

"Yes!" Pat shot back, quickly.  "He said that's why he wanted to become a
foster parent, so he could help gay and bi boys accept who they were and
not make the same mistakes he did."

"He really said that?" Jake commented, incredulously.

"Yes, he did," Danny came back.  "That's why things are so open and
accepting at home.  He doesn't want us to have any excuses for not being
who we are.  It's really great, because we've all had a chance to select
whom we wanted to be with, without having someone else trying to dictate
that to us.  Dustin started out with Kevin, but decided later he was more
attracted to girls, so now he's going out with a cheerleader.  He's bi, but
he's decided he'd rather have a girlfriend as his main squeeze."

"Hmmm," Jake responded, "there's more to this family than meets the eye.  I
didn't realize some of this."

"Well, we don't announce it to just anybody," Brandon told him, "but you're
part of the family now, so we thought you should know."

"Well, thank you, and I'm honored to be included in your inner circle,"
Jake responded, while winking in their direction.  Now that the cards were
on the table, they all smiled at each other, but you could see the wheels
still grinding, as each of them contemplated how to proceed from this
point.

"What kinds of things is your dad interested in?" Jake asked next.

"Well, he likes sports," Pat told him, "especially college sports.  I guess
he used to play some himself, when he was younger, but he hasn't been that
active since he took us all in.  I guess we've taken up most of his time."

"Does he golf?" Jake followed.

"You know, I think he does," Danny responded.  "There's a set of golf clubs
down in the basement and I'm pretty sure they're his.  I know there used to
be a bunch of plaques hanging on the wall in his office and at least one of
them was for golf, but he boxed them up when he turned the office into his
new master bedroom."

"Well, maybe I could invite him to go golfing with me some weekend," Jake
mused.  "I could team up with him and we could play against a couple of
other guys I work with."

"That would be great!" Pat enthusiastically shouted.  "I really think he'd
like that too."

"Well, I could hint around about it when I'm at your party," Jake offered.
"I could say something about golfing with my friends and then see how he
reacts to it.  If he seems interested, I could tell him we could use fresh
blood in our foursome and then take it from there."

"Yeah, that's perfect," Danny added.  "If it works out, maybe you guys
could join a league next year.  I really think Dad should have a chance to
do something like that."

"Well, I can understand why he spends so much time with you boys, though,"
Jake informed them.  "I try to do the same with Shannon, and he's nearly my
entire life right now.  I can tell you boys are just as important to him as
Shannon is to me, but I must admit I am impressed.  It's nice to see you're
as concerned about your dad's happiness, as he is about yours."

"We are, and we really want him to be happy too," Pat replied.  "He's done
so much for us and it's time we helped do something for him.  We think this
would be just the thing."

Jake and the boys spent a little more time together, chatting about
different activities that Josh and Jake might do, but the die was cast and
their plan officially set into motion.  They would start the ball rolling
tomorrow, after Jake and Shannon arrived for Pat's party.  Satisfied that
their scheming would bear fruit, the boys returned home, filled their
brothers in on their accomplishments and started preparing for the picnic.

The boys met up in the attic, in Pat's room, to discuss what types of
things they were going to do at the party and how they were going to try to
get Jake and I together.  Although I knew of Shannon's intentions, I was
completely oblivious to the fact that my sons had the same objectives, but
that soon would become very apparent.  I guess I'm pretty lucky to have
them and know they are so concerned about me.

After everyone arrived at the house the next day, Pat suggested we start
out with a game of touch football on the side yard.  Even though he
couldn't participate in such an energetic competition, he explained that he
knew the other boys still wanted to do this and didn't want to stand in
their way of having a good time.  I told him I thought it was very
considerate of him to suggest such an event and I could see many of the
boys were eager to take advantage of his generous offer.

Once again, Jake and I were paired on the same team, while Steve, Howie
(Jay's father) and Mark evened out the other side.  Pat ran the clock and
kept score from the sidelines.  The game was very competitive and we
continued to swap touchdowns most of the way, but the other team managed to
pull out the victory, just before our timekeeper blew the final whistle.

We were all pretty exhausted by the time the game ended, but I was also
quite certain everyone was getting hungry.  Reluctantly, I forced my weary
butt off of the ground and headed in to the house, so I could start getting
the food ready.  As I rose up and started walking off, Jake asked me where
I was going.  When I told him, he offered to help and I gratefully accepted
his offer.  He helped me carry things out back, cranked up the gas grills
and offered to give me a hand preparing things.

While we were placing the various items on the grill, Jake started talking
about golf and asked me if I played.  I told him I did at one time and had
enjoyed it, but hadn't swung a club in several years.  I had given it up
when my wife became ill and died, and had been too busy with the boys to
think about taking it up again.  Jake quickly quipped back that it was like
riding a bicycle -- you never forget how to do it, once you've learned.  He
then asked me if I'd possibly consider taking it up again, but I was
confused as to why he was so interested.  However, after thinking it over
for a few minutes, I told him I thought it might be fun to give it a try
again and Jake almost immediately invited me to hit some balls with him the
following weekend.

After considering his proposal for a few seconds, I agreed and we set a
time to meet.  I thought it would be nice to get out and be a little more
active again.  I had always enjoyed golfing; especially the part of getting
out in the fresh air and strolling along those lovely fairways, and this
was definitely an opportunity to get back to doing just that.  I think the
boys overheard our conversation, and soon word was passing between them
that Jake and I had a 'date'.  I didn't know they were considering our
planned outing in quite that manner, or I would have corrected them -- to
let them know it was just a social outing with a friend.

Before long the food was ready, so we sat down to eat.  Everyone was
starving, as was evident from the sparks that flew when the silverware hit
the plates.  Once everyone was sated, we sat and chatted for a while
longer, to give our food a chance to digest, before we did something more
energetic.  It was during this time that Sally filled us in on several new
developments with the charity, but she also wanted to let us know how
helpful the Spences had been with the various tasks they had volunteered to
do.  I think she was quite pleased and the rest of us were mildly surprised
by how much they had accomplished.

Following a reasonable wait, we all loaded into several different vehicles
and headed down to the miniature golf course.  This was something Pat could
do with the rest of us, as well as something the ladies would be able to
participate in, so I thought the boys had made a great suggestion.  It
never dawned on me at the time how this also tied in with my being invited
to the driving range the following weekend and a possible chance to resume
my golfing activities, but if I had, I might have suspected something was
up.  Maybe this was some sort of conspiracy and there was more to it than
first met the eye.

Anyway, we all had a great time, although no one actually paid any
attention to the scores.  Most of our guests went straight home from there,
as they had driven their own vehicles to avoid having to return to our
house afterward.  The boys and I went back to our place and spent the rest
of the night doing our own thing.

Pat did come up to me later and thanked me for the great party, but I
thought it a bit odd that he asked if I'd had fun too.  Studying his
expression and body posture, I thought it was a sincere question and felt
it was possible he was trying to look out for me, as his way of repaying me
for what I'd done for him when he was sightless.  I never suspected he was
just trying to get a feel for how Jake and I got along.  I did start to
wonder about his intentions, however, after I noticed all of his questions
came back to Jake and how we were getting along.  Suddenly, I began to
wonder if it was just a fluke these things happened at the same time or if
this was part of a greater conspiracy.  Even though I was curious, I didn't
choose to pursue those thoughts further, at least not at this time.

Sunday, at church, I got another surprise.  After the service I noticed
Dion chatting with a girl, something I don't remember having happened
before.  This appeared more than just a 'how are you doing' sort of
conversation, so I wondered what was up.  Unfortunately, I was not privy to
the fact that Dion had decided it was time to explore the other side of his
sexuality, but after seeing me watching Dion, Cole readily informed me that
Dion had told Trey he wanted to see what it was like being with a girl.

All kinds of alarm bells suddenly went off in my head and I envisioned
another Kevin- Dustin break-up, with me spending a great deal of my time
trying to console the son who'd been left out in the cold -- in this case,
Trey.  I did watch Trey as he stared at Dion, while the later was joking
around with this girl, and I could feel the unmistakable signs of tension
in the air.  I just hoped this wasn't the start to another disaster, but
decided I might be able to defuse this situation a smidgeon by having a
chat with Trey before it got to that point.  Once there was a lull in our
Sunday afternoon activities, I asked Trey if I could speak with him alone.
He quickly agreed and followed me away from the others.

"I noticed you watching Dion, as he spent time with that young lady.  Is
there anything you'd like to talk about?" I asked him, as my way of letting
him know I was concerned.

"I don't know, Dad," he responded, but I could tell he was doing all he
could to keep control of his emotions.  "I know he feels that he has to
find out what it's like to date a girl and he'll probably even want to see
what it's like having sex with her too.  Even though I don't like that it's
probably going to happen, I know it is something he thinks he has to do."

"And it doesn't bother you?" I pressed.

"Of course it bothers me," he confessed.  "I hate the whole idea, but I
know he's got to do it or he'll never be happy with just me.  I only hope
this doesn't turn out like it did for Dustin and Kevin."

"Well, there are no guarantees, so you'll just have to wait and see what
happens," I advised him.

"I know, Dad, but I don't know what I'll do if he decides he likes girls
more than me," he choked out, as his emotions began to overwhelm him.  "I
love him, I really do, and I thought we were going to spend our whole lives
together.  I don't know how I'll survive if he decides to leave me now."

"Well, let's not put the cart before the horse here," I cautioned.  "He
just wants to find out what it's like and it doesn't appear he's made any
decisions about the future yet."

"I know, it's just that I worry about it, after what happened with Dustin
and Kevin," he confessed.  "I don't know if I could go on, if something
like that happened to me.  I don't know how Kevin did it.  He must be a lot
stronger than I am."

"Kevin isn't stronger than you, and you'll survive too, if it should come
to that," I added, to encouraged him.  "Kevin thought he wouldn't be able
to survive either, but then he and Nick hit it off and then he had someone
new.  He even survived when he and Nick broke up, and now he seems to be
happy with Brent.  Even if that relationship doesn't work out, although I'm
not saying it will fail, he'll find somebody else and make the most of it
and so will you.  We all go through situations like this at some point in
our lives.  It's just part of growing up."

"Yeah, I know, but he's so important to me," Trey shot back, quickly.
"It's like our souls had once been one, but got separated, and then we
found each other again.  I don't know what I'd do without him.  We hold
onto each other all night long and I don't want to think that will end."

"It may not,' I offered, trying to soothe his apprehensions.  "I understand
how you feel and I'm sure Dion enjoys your time together as much as you do,
but he just has to discover things for himself.  Give him some time and
some space, because if you do, you'll leave the possibility you may still
end up together.  If you try to limit his actions and make him think you're
trying to control him, then you might push him away forever."

"I know, Dad, and that's what I'm trying to do," he explained.  "It's just
not easy.  I really hope Dion decides what we have is more important and
more special than what he can get from some girl."

"I think I know how you feel about him, but only time will tell," I
cautioned.  "Just try not to push him into a decision or put any undue
pressure on him, because I'm afraid that wouldn't work out as you want."

"Thanks, Dad, and I'll try not to do that," he agreed.

I tried to watch what was going on during the rest of the day, and I even
took notice of Kevin and Brent, now that they had also been mentioned.  I
thought maybe I should see how that combination was doing as well.
However, Dion and Trey still received most of my attention.

It was obvious that Dion wasn't making an attempt to ignore Trey.  In fact,
he was very friendly toward him and acting as if nothing was amiss.  I took
that as a good sign, but I would still closely monitor what was going on.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 4 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 30 -- Growing Bonds.

Watching Kevin and Brent, however, was quite a different matter.  They were
growing closer every day and it seemed as if they couldn't keep their hands
off of each other.  It wasn't anything overt or obscene, just that they
constantly seemed to be reaching out to touch the other's hand, arm, face,
knee or other exposed part, but not in a sexual way.  When they sat
together, it was done so their legs were touching or their arms were
brushing each other, and it seemed as if they just needed to make contact
to be sure the other one hadn't left without them knowing it.

I was glad to see Kevin happy again and it was nice to see that Brent had
found some happiness too.  In talking with some of the other boys, I
discovered that Brent and Kevin had been spending a great deal of time
sleeping in each other's rooms, so I figured it wouldn't be long before
they would probably be moving in together.  A little later I pulled Kevin
aside, to ask him how things were going.

"I notice you and Brent seem to be getting close," I offered.

Kevin's face lit up, before he responded.  "Yeah, I guess we are," he
agreed.  "We really get along great and he was kind of lonely too, just
like me."

"Well, I'm glad you found each other and hit it off," I told him,
sincerely.  "Is there anything more going on?"

Kevin looked a little sheepish, but did answer me.  "I think I know what
you're asking, and we have done some things together, but not a lot.
Mostly just getting to know each other better."

"Hmmm.  What exactly does that mean?"  I pressed.  Kevin didn't respond
right away, so I asked another question.  "Kevin, you know I don't mind if
you do things like that, as long as you both agree to it."

"I know, and I know the other boys talk to you about things like this," he
replied, "but I just feel kind of funny telling you about Brent and me.  I
hope you're not mad."

"No, Kevin, I'm not mad.  I was just curious," I told him.

Kevin looked at me for a few seconds, saying nothing at all during that
period of time, and then he let out a big sigh and spoke.  "I don't know
why I worry about it.  I know I can tell you anything, so I will.  Brent
and I have done some things together, but only with our hands and mouths.
He said he wasn't ready yet to try anything more."

"Kevin, I thank you for trusting me with that information," I responded,
"and you know I won't say anything, as long as you were both willing
participants."

"Oh, we were," he enthused.

"I'm sure of that," I confirmed.  "It's just nice to know who's doing what
and how much you boys are into.  It helps me make decisions later, when
other things come up."

"I know and I'm sorry I didn't answer you right away," he confirmed, while
looking a bit sheepish about his hesitance.  "You've always been there for
me, it's just I guess I still worry about people reacting like my father
did when he found out about us."

"I can certainly understand why that would concern you," I assured him,
"but I promise you not everyone is as narrow-minded as your father."

"Especially not you," Kevin gushed.  "I know that, but sometimes I can't
get past the other stuff."

"You don't have to explain or apologize," I told him.  "I'm asking you for
personal information and I realize sometimes there are things you might not
wish to discuss.  I would never force you to divulge those things you
aren't comfortable with telling me."

"That's okay, Dad.  You didn't force me," he confirmed.  "I just finally
realized you wouldn't get mad if I told you and I understand you don't know
that much about Brent and are just trying to find out.  I don't mind if you
know and I don't think he would either."

"I'm glad to hear that," I said with a smile.  "Now, why don't you run
along and join the others."

"Thanks, Dad, I will."  Kevin made his way toward the door, but then
stopped and turned to face me again.  "You know, Brent's going to stay with
me tonight," he added.

"I didn't, but it doesn't surprise me," I conceded.

Kevin smiled at that statement.  "He also said he might be ready to try
something new tonight, if you know what I mean."

"Well, from what you just told me, I think I have a good idea about what
you're referring to," I stated.  "You know where everything you'll need is
kept, don't you?"

"Yes, Dad, I do, and we'll be sure to use it, if we do anything," Kevin
agreed.  "I'm so glad I live here and you're my dad now," he added, before
jogging the few steps back to me, so he could give me a hug.  I kissed him
on the forehead and squeezed him back.

"Well, I'm very glad about that too," I told him.  "You're a fine young man
and I'm proud you're my son.  I trust you, and I'm reasonably sure you
wouldn't do anything you shouldn't.  I just want to warn you to be gentle
with Brent, since he's pretty new to all of this.  I have a pretty good
idea how he feels about you, since I've noticed the adoring looks he
flashes in your direction whenever he sees you, so please don't hurt him.
I know you would never do it on purpose, so just go slow and follow his
lead."

"I understand and I'd never hurt him, Dad," he confirmed.  "I know what
that's like, remember?"

"Yes, Kevin, I do, and you deserve to be happy this time, so go enjoy
yourself," I encouraged, before kissing him on the forehead again.  As he
turned around to run off to find Brent, I gave him a playful smack on his
bottom, to send him on his way.  It was nearly time for them to take their
showers anyway, and I soon saw them heading up the stairs together.  Kevin
gave me the account of what happened next, a couple of days later.

Kevin and Brent went up to the second floor bathroom, stripped down and
jumped into the shower together.  This wasn't the first time they had done
this, but this time was a little different and special for them.  As soon
as they were both under the showerhead, Kevin kissed Brent passionately,
before he started to wash Brent's body.  He ran the soap over and around
his chest, neck and arms, lathering him up well and scrubbing him
thoroughly, before rinsing him off under the warm spray.  He made Brent
turn around, so he could wash his back using the same procedure, carefully
making sure he was thoroughly clean.  When Kevin got down to Brent's butt,
he rubbed soap all over both cheeks, ran his soapy fingers down the crack,
swirled them around the tender opening to his love tunnel and then
carefully slipped a finger inside, to clean it out as well.

Brent jumped at first, as the finger moved inside and began to probe him,
and his sphincter muscle instinctively clamped down on Kevin's intruding
digit.  Once Brent became accustomed to what was happening, he began to
relax and let Kevin continue his actions without interference.  As Brent
began to enjoy the sensations and revel in the feeling of places being
touched that had never been touched before, Kevin withdrew his finger and
quickly replaced it with two fingers, before starting his ministrations
over.

Brent suddenly began to thrust his butt backward, in an effort to urge
Kevin on and give him better access to the unexplored region.  He was
thoroughly enjoying Kevin's stimulation of his inner sanctuary and would
never have believed it could feel so good.  Getting lost in the new
sensations coursing through his young frame, he threw his head back and let
these feelings consume his mind and body, while he began to pant and his
heart beat quickened.

He literally jumped when Kevin's fingers hit his prostate and caused
tingling sensations to pulse from the leathery button and shoot throughout
his entire body.  It almost felt as if an electrical current had just
zapped his frame, but it was Kevin's actions that had sent the sparks
flying.  Brent moaned slightly and his body trembled, as Kevin began to
massage the sensitive area even more, and Brent grew even hotter as the
action continued.  He was also rock hard, and Kevin hadn't even touched his
penis yet, when suddenly his cock erupted, spewing out thin streams of
nearly clear cum, just from the stimulation on his love button.  He almost
collapsed at this point, as his knees buckled from the powerful and
unexpected release, since he had never had an orgasm before without his or
someone else's hand or mouth touching his dick.

"How did you do that?" he gasped out, as he began to regain his composure.

"Dad calls what I touched in there the prostate," Kevin told him.  "He says
it's one of the most sensitive sex organs a guy has, but I guess you just
found that out."  Kevin then chuckled briefly, before continuing.  "You
shot your load and I never got to even touch your cock."

"You still can, if you want," Brent teased, "but that was pretty awesome.
I didn't know anything like that could even happen."

"Well, you do now, and sometimes something like that can happen when
someone has their dick up your ass too," Kevin informed him.  "If he is
able to get the right angle as he pumps in and out, his penis will rub
against your prostate and can cause you to shoot your load without touching
your dick too."

"Really?  That sounds great," Brent told him, while looking dreamily in
Kevin's direction.  "Maybe we should try that tonight."

"If you really want to, I'd love to do that with you," Kevin agreed, "and
you could do it to me too, but that's all up to you.  We'll do whatever you
decide, but first we have to finish cleaning up," Kevin reminded him.

Having said that, Kevin bent down and finished washing Brent's legs and
then he turned him around, so he could wash the front of him too.
Carefully, Kevin worked his way up to Brent's genitals, which he washed
thoroughly and took great pleasure playing with his penis in the process.
Once Kevin had finished washing Brent, Brent was eager to return the favor.

Brent was overly excited and tended to hurry through washing the chest and
back, so he could work his way down to Kevin's firm, small butt.  Brent
immediately worked his fingers into and along Kevin's crack, since he was
eager to get to his anus, and quickly worked a finger up and inside his
partner.  Brent asked how to find the prostate and Kevin tried to explain
how it was done.  Brent was having a difficult time at first and was
becoming frustrated, but finally he found it and began to stroke the
leathery nub, which caused Kevin to moan and writhe in delight.

Even though he didn't cause Kevin to ejaculate from his efforts, Brent
still brought Kevin plenty of joy.  After tiring of that activity, Brent
asked Kevin to turn around, so he could wash Kevin's front, moving from his
chest, then the legs and finally to his groin.  Once he had Kevin fully
aroused, Brent rinsed him off completely, before grabbing Kevin's stiff rod
and sucking it into his mouth.  He began to bob on it and gradually brought
Kevin quickly toward the brink, but Kevin made him back off before he
finished and explained he thought they should save the rest to do in their
room.  Reluctantly, Brent agreed, and the boys finished their showers,
dried and padded down the hallway toward the bedroom they had been
temporarily sharing.

Once inside, the boys got on the bed and Kevin asked Brent if he was sure
he still wanted to try this.  Brent told him he was, so Kevin got a condom
and the KY out, greased up his fingers and began to work them into Brent
again.  Brent seemed to be enjoying this even more than he had in the
shower, as Kevin gently probed him with first one and then two fingers.
When he thought Brent was ready, he put on the condom, covered it with
lubricant, laid Brent on his side and lifted his upper leg.  Then, he moved
forward, lined his torpedo up with Brent's launch tube and used enough
pressure to push it past the resilient guardian.

Brent's body tightened slightly, as it instinctively tried to resist the
intruder, but then he relaxed and the head of Kevin's weapon slipped
inside.  Kevin stopped once he reached that point, so he could check with
Brent and make certain he was all right and wanted him to continue.  Brent
quickly assured him he was fine, so Kevin began to slide the rest of his
weapon into Brent's sheath.  Once he was fully seated inside him, Kevin
waited again, to allow Brent time to become accustomed to the new
sensation.  However, it wasn't long before Brent was urging him on again.

Slowly, Kevin began to withdraw from that warm, moist cavern only to ram
his rod back in, and then repeated the process over and over again.  Kevin
kept adjusting his angle, trying to get it right, until he could tell from
Brent's response that he was hitting Brent's prostate.  Once he was
positive his target had been located, he continued to bump and rub against
Brent's love button, until Brent was groaning in pure ecstasy.

As Brent began to get the hang of what was happening, he started thrusting
his backside into Kevin, as Kevin thrust forward, making the experience
even more pleasurable for both of them.  After a couple of minutes of this
action, Kevin began to feel his seed coming to boil in his groin, as it
prepared to make its escape up his tube.  Sensing the culmination of their
coupling speeding toward him, Kevin began to assault Brent's rectum harder
and faster, as he sought his release, while still bringing Brent pleasure.
Within moments, he was at the point of no return and rammed his penis deep
into Brent's passage and left it there, as several volleys of hot cum
exploded from his tiny slit and filled the reservoir at the end of the
rubber.

Kevin stayed buried inside of Brent for several minutes more, since he
didn't want to vacate that warm haven of pleasure any sooner than he had
to.  Although he didn't know it at the time, Brent didn't want him to pull
out either, as he had totally enjoyed what they had just done and loved the
feel of Kevin inside him.  Before long, Kevin began to slowly lose his
erection and his penis slid out of Brent's chute, until it finally pulled
free of its own accord.  Brent suddenly felt empty and experienced a sense
of loss, now that this newfound pleasure had ended.

The boys lay on the bed together for many minutes afterward, stroking each
other's bodies, kissing and thanking each other for the wonderful feelings
they had just enjoyed.  Kevin spun Brent around, so they were facing each
other, and then hugged him tightly, while also smothering him in kisses.
He was doing this to let Brent know how much he had enjoyed what they had
just done, while showing him how much love he could feel from this very
special act, but Brent already realized how wonderful and exciting it had
been.

After they had fully recovered, Kevin asked Brent if he wanted to try being
the pitcher, instead of the catcher.  Brent chuckled at the play on words,
since he'd never thought of this as a sporting event, but rapidly agreed
that he'd like to try it too.

Kevin immediately began to explain to Brent what he should do, as he wanted
to make this experience good for each of them too.  First, he had Brent
grease him up and work the KY inside of him, and then he unrolled a condom
over Brent's stiffy and added lube to the exterior of it once it was on.
Seeing Brent was already lying on his back on the bed, Kevin just straddled
his hips, lined Brent's throbbing rod up with his hole, and then sat back
on it, allowing it to slide completely inside of him.  Once he felt his
butt cheeks hit Brent's pubes, he bent forward and kissed him, before
asking him if he was ready to begin.

Brent never hesitated and exclaimed he was, since he was looking as eager
to do this, as a puppy might be to begin chewing on a new bone.  Having
received his confirmation, Kevin began to repeatedly raise and lower
himself on Brent's crotch, willingly impaling himself over and over again
on Brent's rigid tool.  As Kevin worked at maintaining a steady rhythm, he
also watched Brent's face.  He instantly noticed Brent's eyes were glazed
over, his mouth was hanging open and his chest rose and fell dramatically
due to his labored breathing.

As Kevin began to notice the signs of Brent's impending climax approaching,
he sped up his pace, clamping his ass muscles around Brent's cock each time
he lowered his body, to intensify the stimulation to Brent's throbbing
prick.  As Brent began to moan and tell Kevin he was about to cum, Kevin
lowered his body onto Brent's tool, completely swallowing it with his rear
end, and felt the pulsing sensations as Brent's semen erupted and filled
the tip of rubber.  Without withdrawing, Kevin bent forward and kissed and
hugged Brent, before thanking him for letting him be the first to
experience this simple joy with him.

After they recovered from this effort, they went and cleaned up a bit,
before returning to their bed and cuddling together for the rest of the
night.  They stayed wrapped in each other's arms until morning, using that
bond to remind themselves of the wonderful feelings they had just shared.
I could tell when they came down to breakfast the next morning that they
had indeed done what Kevin had suggested they might do, just from looking
at the fulfilled and satisfied expressions on their faces.  I was glad that
I had some knowledge this might happen in advance, because now I could
better understand how they were reacting to each other and how it had been
for them, now that it was over.

Other than that experience, nothing much of interest happened to any of us
until Dion had his first actual date with his new girlfriend the following
Tuesday.  The two of them spent most of the afternoon wandering around the
mall, talking and getting to know each other better, before taking in a
movie.  I heard later that they did engage in some kissing at the movie and
Dion seemed to have a good time, but it was primarily just your fairly
typical first date.  The other boys were trying their best to keep much of
this information from filtering down to Trey, as they were worried he might
get depressed from the news, but I knew it would be difficult to keep him
from finding out about what was going on for very long.  Sooner or later he
would hear something from the girl's friends or others they knew, but I
also felt Trey had already prepared himself to deal with whatever happened.

I later learned that Dion had made another date with this girl for the
following Monday and they were planning on doing a repeat of their previous
date, plus maybe stopping to get something to eat together.  I hoped Trey
would be able to keep the same positive attitude about Dion's attempt to
find himself as he displayed when we talked the other day, but I knew the
longer this went on, the harder it would be for Trey to keep his emotions
under control.

I spent a good deal of my time that week with Frankie and Kevin, giving
them extra driving lessons and trying to get them ready for their fall road
test.  Frankie was doing an excellent job behind the wheel, proving to be a
very capable driver, and Kevin was also doing very well, but he was not as
comfortable with this task as Frankie was.  Neither boy should have any
trouble passing his test when he took it in September, thus giving me two
more drivers to split the taxi duties with.  I did tell them they could do
most of the driving when we went places as a family, providing I was with
them at the time, and this would give them plenty of practical experience
before their test.  They seemed pleased with that announcement and my other
drivers understood why I was going to let the beginners have this time to
drive instead of them, since they still remembered how they wanted the
extra experience before they took their road tests too.

I also had to change the time I was planning on going to the driving range
with Jake, from Saturday morning to Thursday afternoon, after he got out of
work.  I had forgotten this was the weekend we were scheduled to go visit
the Beckers' farm and didn't want to disappoint Little Ricky.  He was very
excited about our going there and had even called me Wednesday morning to
see what time we'd be arriving.  At first, I told him early Saturday
morning, but he suggested we come Friday night instead, as he wanted the
boys to be there so he could show them more about the farm.  I finally
agreed and told him we'd arrive on Friday and leave Sunday afternoon, and
that seemed to satisfy him.  I had originally planned to leave after
church, but I figured I'd take everyone out to dinner first, to show them
our appreciation for their hospitality, and Little Ricky was even happier
to hear we wouldn't be leaving until mid-afternoon.  It was obvious he had
all kinds of plans for us.

Thursday afternoon I met Jake at the driving range and we each hit a couple
of buckets of balls.  Jake gave me some pointers, to polish up my swing and
get rid of the bad habits I had acquired after such a lengthy time away
from the sport, and I got progressively better the longer I practiced.  By
the end of the session, I was hitting my drives straight, although not as
long as I would have liked, and I was also doing fairly well with my irons.
He complimented me several times on how quickly I was regaining my form,
and then we decided to stop and have a couple of beers on the way home.

Jake was easy to talk to and I enjoyed his company.  He even asked me if
I'd like to fill out his foursome a week from Saturday, since they were
currently one short.  He explained that if I agreed, he and I would team up
against two of his co-worker friends, since their usual fourth partner had
other plans that day.  I told him hitting a few balls was one thing, but I
didn't know if I was quite ready to actually play a round of golf again.
Jake suggested that next Wednesday we'd hit the putting green and Thursday
we could hit a couple more buckets of balls, and then I'd be ready for
Saturday morning.  I told him as long as he and his friends didn't mind my
rustiness, I'd be happy to join them, so the outing was confirmed.

The boys had dinner ready by the time I got home, and they peppered me
continuously during the meal with questions about how I had done.  For some
strange reason they seemed pleased that Jake and I had stopped for a drink
after we finished at the driving range, and they seemed even more thrilled
to hear about our plans for the following week.

At this point I still didn't know that some of them had suggested this idea
to Jake in the first place, since I thought only Shannon had been involved
in trying to set this up between his dad and I.  However, I was to discover
later that Jake had no idea his son had made similar suggestions to me, but
that's when we started to figure this whole little conspiracy out, but Jake
and I will get into that in more detail later.

That evening, the boys even offered to clean my clubs and polish my old
golf shoes for me by next Friday, so I'd at least look good when I went out
Saturday morning, even if I didn't play very well.  I thanked them for
their generous offer and graciously accepted, thinking their hearts were in
the right place.  Little did I know how instrumental they had been in
arranging all of this in the first place!


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