Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2010 15:41:47 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 4, chapters 37 - 38 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 4 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 37 -- Stepping Out. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. I let the boys sleep in a little later the next morning and then gave them even more time to relax and watch a little Saturday morning television. Around 10:00, however, they began to complain they were hungry, so I had them get dressed and took them out for brunch. After we finished eating, we walked around for a while and checked out more of the sights, before I guided them toward another Broadway theater. They looked at me questioningly, so I announced we were going to see another show. This one was geared more toward the younger boys, but it was also something I thought everyone would enjoy, as we'd be seeing the matinee performance of The Lion King. We had plenty of time to roam around the theater first and look at the programs I had purchased, and the more the boys learned about the show, the more excited they were becoming. By the time the curtain opened and the performance began, they were eager to absorb everything there was to see. Even though I had heard some details about this musical beforehand, I was still impressed by how those in charge had designed the costumes, so the actors could be seen, while still allowing us to recognize the animal character they were portraying. Those in the various roles either wore masks that sat above their heads or used large puppet-like figures they controlled during the performance. The songs included the Elton John and Tim Rice songs from the movie version, but there were also some new numbers, which had been written solely for the musical. Although I'd been thinking about doing this for the younger boys when I planned it, everyone thoroughly enjoyed the musical, as it could be appreciated on various levels by nearly any age group. Everything was outstanding, including the actors, costumes, props, music and storyline, so it was well worth taking the time to see. When the show was over, we made our way back to the hotel, where I announced we would be going out for an early dinner and then heading to Yankee Stadium, to see the Bronx Bombers in action. This drew a good response from nearly everyone, but especially the boys who were Yankee fans. However, I got the biggest and most enthusiastic response from Mark. He was so excited about this opportunity that he came over and spoke to me about it privately. "Was this planned all along, or did you do this because of what we talked about after we went to see the Phillies play?" he asked me. "Well, I had thought about doing this originally, just so the boys could see the legendary Yankee Stadium," I confessed, "but I made sure to include it in our plans after our little talk. I knew this would mean a lot to you, so I wanted to do this for your benefit as well and give you something you'd always remember. We're even going early, so we'll have time to walk around and look at everything first, but just think of it as your dad taking you and your brothers to the game." "I knew you did this because of me!" he exclaimed, while energetically wrapping his arms around my neck. "Thank you so much. I want you to know I really appreciate this. I've enjoyed everything we've done on both trips, but going to a ballgame like this just fulfills all those dreams I used to have, about going to the game with my dad. It's great having a real dad now who's doing things for me, just like I thought he would." Mark took that opportunity to give me another big hug, so I hugged him back, but I nearly passed out from surprise, when he kissed me on the cheek. As I looked at him, once he'd pulled back, I noticed he was beaming and happier than I remembered ever seeing him before. It proved to be a very special moment. Now that the announcement had been made, I had the boys dress in something more comfortable for the ballpark and then took them out to dinner. Once we got to the restaurant, the boys were already thinking ahead to the game and merely went through the motions of filling their stomachs. It was kind of strange for me to watch, knowing these guys were more excited about a baseball game than food, but it also pleased me immensely. With that in mind, it didn't take long for us to finish up there, since the boys were in a hurry to be on their way. In very short order, we were at Grand Central Station and boarding the train that would take us to the stadium. I had a strong suspicion each of them was looking forward to seeing everything this historic landmark had to offer. The train ride was an experience in itself, first getting everyone onto the same train without leaving anyone behind, and then trying to find a place where we could all stay together. I was grateful that some of the boys were grown, because together we looked like a formidable group, and there were some shady looking characters about who seemed to be eyeing us. Some of us got to sit, while others were forced to stand, but we all sort of swayed together, as the train rocked gently from side to side. Everyone seemed to be very quiet at this point, as I think they were assessing their surroundings and the various people in the car with us, but it was hard to miss the rhythmic thumping of the wheels hitting the sections where the different rails joined. Jake and I kept our eyes open for our stop, so we could warn the boys in advance, as we didn't want anyone to miss getting off the train at that point. From there it was a quick walk to the stadium, and after catching our first glimpse of the fabled exterior, it seemed to inspire us all to walk a little faster. When we reached the main entrance, I went to collect the tickets I had ordered in advance and then we made our way through the gates. After entering the structure, I told the boys a little about the stadium, from the material I had gleaned off the Internet before we left. I explained to them that the Yankees had first played their games at the old Polo Grounds, along with the NY Giants, who owned the facility, and they remained there from 1918 until 1922. Although that arrangement worked for a while, it ran into some problems after the Yankees acquired Babe Ruth from the Boston Red Sox. Once the Yankee management changed the Babe from a pitcher to a slugger, the team started to outdraw the Giants in attendance, and this caused hard feelings between the two clubs. The Giants initially asked the Yankees to leave after the 1920 season, but knew it would take some time for that to happen, so the Yankees began to look for a new home. In 1921, the Yankee owner purchased more than ten acres across the Harlem River from the Polo Grounds, in the west Bronx, and construction was begun on the ballpark in May of 1922. The Stadium officially opened on April 18, 1923, with over 74,000 people in attendance for that first game. Yankee Stadium is often referred to as 'The House That Ruth Built', referring to the fact that it was Babe Ruth's hitting that drew in the crowds and that the right field fence, in particular, was built to accentuate his skills. It was not only the first three-level ball field ever constructed, but it was also the first large enough to be called a stadium. In that opening game, the Bambino hit three home runs and the Yankees went on to win by a score of 4 to 1. "Do you mean to tell me Babe Ruth scored all the runs in that first game?" Mark asked, astonished, after hearing the information I had to give them. "Well, he was responsible for at least three of the four runs," I replied. "I'm not sure about the other one." "I'd bet there was someone on base when he hit one of those homeruns," Mark countered, "so that would mean he had all four RBI's." "Could be," I agreed, before telling them even more. Yankee Stadium has changed over the years and has undergone several renovations, with the last one being carried out between 1973 and 1976. The original right field corner was 295 feet from home plate, but is now at 314 feet, while left field foul pole was originally 301 feet out, but now stands at 318 feet. Those aren't the only changes either. The power alley in left field went out to a very deep 395 feet, which gave the left-handed hitters a definite advantage in hitting to right field. Center field used to be the most imposing feature of the stadium, jutting out 500 feet from home plate, and the original three monuments and flagpole used to stand on the playing surface. The monuments were located at just over 460 feet out, with over 30 feet of space beyond them, and often proved a hazard to the centerfielders of both teams. Eventually the center field fence was moved in to 461 feet, but today it is only 408 feet to dead center field, which is still a good poke, even by current standards. Monument Park is now located behind the center field fence, so we set off in that direction to see those infamous pieces of Yankee history. The original three monuments were dedicated in honor of three of the early Yankees, who had helped establish the dominance and tradition of this organization. The first monument had been dedicated to Miller Huggins, the Yankee manager during those glory days, and then monuments were added for Babe Ruth, which was placed on his right, and for Lou Gehrig, which was added on the left. Since that time, other plaques have been added to the wall, first for Joe DiMaggio and then Mickey Mantle, but now there are also plaques for Ed Barrow, Jacob Ruppert (the owner when the stadium was built), Casey Stengel, Joe McCarthy, Thurman Munson, Billy Martin, Whitey Ford, Lefty Gomez, Roger Maris, Allie Reynolds, Elston Howard, Phil Rizzuto, Bill Dickey, Yogi Berra, Reggie Jackson, Don Mattingly and, oddly enough, Popes Paul VI and John Paul II. The Popes were honored with plaques, not because of their interest in baseball, but because both of them had celebrated a mass in Yankee stadium, while touring the United States. Before we made our way back to our seats, we also learned the Yankees had won 25 World Championships thus far, and that Yankee Stadium has also hosted numerous other activities. In addition to the Popes' masses, other religious gatherings have been held there, including several Jehovah's Witnesses Conventions. It has also been the setting for college and professional football games, with Army and the New York Football Giants having played there for a number of years. These games also included the first sudden-- death overtime game, which took place in the 1958 NFL championship contest, which was won by the Baltimore Colts. That game has been widely referred to 'the greatest game ever played' and helped to establish professional football as a major sport in this country. Yankee Stadium was also the scene for several professional boxing title fights, including the Joe Louis-Max Schmeling fight, in June of 1938, and the Mohammad Ali- Ken Norton bout, in September 1976. The boys were still talking about all we had seen, but suddenly decided they wanted to take some time to run down near the field, so they could get autographs. They talked me into purchasing programs and drinks for them, as we made our way back from Monument Park, and now they clung to those programs with their hot little hands, looking for players to sign them. While they were doing that, Jake and I went to our seats, since we preferred to sit and chat while the boys went in search of their priceless treasures. We contented ourselves with each other's company and watching the teams take batting and infield practice. Mark was the first to return and join us, again clutching his program as if it were the Publisher's Clearing House winner's check. He sat down beside me and showed us the autographs he had been able to collect, but he was most pleased at having garnered Derek Jeter's signature. After showing Jake and I his prized possessions, he decided to thank me again. "Pop, I don't know if you realize how much all of this means to me, and I don't even know if I can describe it to you," he began. "You've done so much for me in just a short time and you've really taken the place of the dad I never knew. You've managed to erase many of my insecurities and regrets, and in return given me the confidence I need to be successful and provided me with memories I shall always cherish. I've decided that when I get out of college, I'm going to look for a job on the east coast, and I'll move my mom out here too, so we can all be together. I want to be close to you and your family, so I don't have to go through all of that stuff again. It's like I finally have a dad and brothers, and I just love the way that feels. Of course, I also have a girlfriend here too, so that kind of adds to my wanting to live around here too, but I know Mom will love it and she'll like all of you nearly as much as I do." "Mark, I don't know what to say," I stammered. "I feel honored you think that way about us and we'd love to have you around, but do you think your mother would truly be happy moving all the way across the country?" "I really do," he assured me. "We don't have a lot to hold us there, and mostly it's just been each other. I was going to mention the idea to her when I went back home before going back to college, to start getting her use to the idea, so I'll know then, for sure. I do think she'll do it though, so we can be close to each other again. I don't think she wants us to be too far apart, so I'm pretty sure she'll go if I decide to." "That's fine and I can understand her not wanting to be separated from her only child," I confirmed. "I've gone through being separated from my children before, as they moved to other parts of the country, and I know I'm going to go through it again, when these boys go out on their own. I am really flattered by the way you feel about all of us, and I'll try my best to always be there for you." "I know you will and that's why it's so special," he added, with a wink. "You've done all these little things for me already and I've really enjoyed these past two weekends with all of you. Even if you didn't do anything else for me, the memories I have now would help keep me going for a long time to come." "Believe me, this won't be all we do for you and I look forward to having you around for many more years," I confirmed. Mark started to say something else, but at the moment the rest of the troops returned and took their seats around us. He just looked at me and smiled and said 'thank you' once more, then we waited for the game to begin. Just as we had at the Phillies game, the three of us attempted to outguess the coaches, but this time Danny and Brandon joined in the strategy talk as well. We all had a good time and it was a heck of a game, eventually going eleven innings before someone won. Unfortunately for my Yankee fans, it wasn't their team. It was fairly late by the time we got back and we were all pretty tired, so we just went to our rooms and turned in. Basically this was our last full day in the Big Apple, but we had done quite a bit and I think we all really enjoyed ourselves over the few days we had been there. Mark was still walking on air when he reached the room he had been sharing with Brandon and Danny, but tonight he felt bold enough to broach a subject he had been avoiding up until now. "You know, you guys don't have to stop being affectionate or curtail your sexual activities just because you're sharing a room with me," he informed the startled pair. "It's nice of you to say that, and we appreciate it and all," Danny responded, after a brief hesitation, "but we just wouldn't feel right leaving you out of the fun." "You know I'm straight and kind of have a girlfriend at the bank," Mark replied, "but I won't interfere if you two want to have some fun." "Danny's right," Brandon agreed. "We just couldn't do something, if you weren't going to join in. It would be too awkward, but thanks for offering." "Look, maybe we could work something out," Mark offered. "I could leave for an hour or so, if you guys want to have some fun." "Nah, that's okay," Danny told him. "We can wait until we get back home, it's not that big of a deal." Mark seemed confused when he heard Danny's replay and sat quietly for a few minutes, as if he were trying to come up with another option." "Okay, you know I'm not gay and I don't do things with other guys," he offered, "but I guess instead of making you two suffer for letting me share a room with you, we could maybe jack each other off. I did that a couple of times with one of my friends, when I was a lot younger." Both boys smiled, impressed by Mark's effort to try to make them comfortable and fit in. After talking it over quietly amongst themselves, Danny and Brandon finally made a counter proposal. "What if Danny and I get you off first," Brandon told him, "and then we can do something with each other? That way, you won't have to do anything to either of us and we'll all get off." "Okay, what exactly did you have in mind?" Mark asked, looking slightly apprehensive about what they might have planned. "Well, Brandon and I agreed we could take turns sucking you off," Danny told him, "and then we could do the same for each other. Would that be okay with you?" "You're telling me you're willing to give me a hummer, but I don't have to do anything in return?" Mark asked, just to make sure he had heard them correctly. "That's was our offer," Danny reiterated. "Shit, yeah," Mark beamed. "I hope you guys didn't expect me to turn down a blow- job?" Mark asked, rhetorically, as he grinned from ear-to-ear. "The girl I'm going with is really sweet and all, and I love her deeply, but she doesn't want to have sex before marriage. That's been really rough on me and I've had to whack off on my own and take a bunch of cold showers over the past few weeks, so this sounds really great to me." Danny and Brandon nearly burst out laughing hearing Mark admit this, but they were also excited about finally sharing this hunk they had first become attracted to on our vacation in Arizona. Once the three of them had undressed, they stood staring at each other for a few seconds, admiring each other's body. "I can see why you two are so attracted to each other," Mark told them. "You both are really good looking and have good bodies to boot. I guess if I were into guys, I'd be after one or both of you too." Hearing this helped to lessen the tension, but Brandon had an admission to make as well. "I guess you've probably figured out that's why Danny and I were so attracted to you when we first met. I guess we'd both hoped to be able to do something with you and were a little disappointed when we discovered you were straight." "Yes, I kind of knew that," Mark confessed, "but I was really grateful neither of you tried to put pressure on me to do anything. I guess that was my first surprise. I guess I'd always been led to believe that gays would try to force guys into doing things with them, even if they didn't want to." "That's so not true," Danny quickly responded. "We're no different than straight guys, except in whom we love. I guess there are a few gay guys like that, who would rape an unwilling person, but there are straight guys like that too, so it doesn't just happen because they're gay. "I know that now, and have since I got to know you guys so well," Mark confirmed, "and I've been quick to point that out to others, whenever I've heard them make such outrageous comments. Sometimes, it got them thinking I was gay too, but I didn't care. They could think what they wanted, but I couldn't let others believe their crap." Now that all of the talking was out of the way, Danny and Brandon positioned Mark between them and went to work on his manly, hairy body. Brandon got to start at Mark's thighs and work his way northward, while Danny suckled on Mark's breasts, quickly bringing each of his brownish nubs to rigid attention. Mark was quite surprised at how his body was responding to this attention, as he didn't think he'd be turned on at all by having two guys giving him enjoyment. However, the total opposite was true. Mark was amazed at how good Danny's attention felt on his tits and he was shocked that a guy could get such pleasure from these ministrations. Now, he understood why girls enjoyed having a guy fondle and suck on their titties. Not only that, but he was also delirious from the feelings he was receiving from Brandon's tongue, as it roamed over his thighs and then lathed his ball sack. This caused Mark to ponder how such simple actions could elicit such overpowering waves of pleasure, as his penis became so hard that he felt he could pound nails with it. Mark's body was awash in a multitude of sensations and he began to see flashes of light, in varying colors, as his two friends brought him to a peak of sexual euphoria. As Brandon brought his mouth over Mark's rigid mast, Mark thought about the times a girl had given him oral sex, but it was never like this. Yes, it was good and brought him off, but he never felt the total body stimulation and tingling throughout his nervous system that he was now enjoying. He was rapidly approaching the point where he would spew forth his seed, but suddenly Brandon squeezed the base of his cock and around his testicles, temporarily ending the surge. "Sorry about that," Brandon teased, "but it's time for Danny and me to change places." Mark tried to nod in response, but he could barely move, since the stimulation had also apparently zapped him of all of his strength. It was then that he felt Danny taking over, bobbing up and down on his blood-filled erection, and he suddenly lost all connection to time and space. His brain was on complete overload from all of the wonderful sensations coursing throughout his body and he couldn't get over how wonderful this truly was. As his glands built up toward an overpowering climax, Mark's frame started to stiffen, in conjunction with his penis, when his mid-section suddenly arched upward, on its own volition, and his hot man lava began to erupt from his dickhead. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, as his body floated in another universe, this one of total pleasure. He could see nothing, hear no sounds and felt only the overpowering relief that a sexual orgasm can bring. As his body twitched spasmodically, while releasing every ounce of nectar it had produced, Danny drained his tool of its fluids, until Mark's body fell back upon the mattress and went completely still. Danny had been mildly surprised at the forcefulness of Mark's ejaculation, but didn't back away. Instead, he stayed with it and enjoyed a slightly more pungent offering than he was used to, which didn't go unnoticed. Mark was amazed that Danny had willingly swallowed his seed, as no girl had been willing to do that for him. Either they pulled off early and jacked him to completion or they spit it out afterward, and then rinsed their mouth out with mouthwash. The fact that Danny had been willing to do it had made it even more enjoyable than it already was. As Mark was coming done from his sexual high, Danny and Brandon got into a sixty- nine position and began taking care of each other's needs. When they were about halfway through their own pleasure seeking, Mark recovered and stared intently at their actions. He was amazed at how gentle they were with each other and how they sought to bring the partner as much pleasure as they were able, even if that meant ignoring their own needs. Mark was even more impressed as they climaxed almost simultaneously, as they had learned to read the other's body signs and were able to delay themselves or their partner until they were both ready to explode. Once they had finished, they collapsed on their own bed, side-by-side, and Mark gave them a minute or two to recuperate, before he spoke to them. "You know, that wasn't anything like I thought it would be," he informed the pair, as they slowly came back to their senses. "It was wonderful and I wasn't repulsed at all. I hate to admit it, but I feared I might be, and then watching you guys get off on each other was really hot. I'm still straight and all, but you know… I might want to see you guys do more… and I might be willing to try more too… maybe even doing something with one of you." Danny and Brandon looked in each other's direction and secretly exchanged winks, after realizing that Mark might be coming to grips with the idea that he might even be bi- sexual. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 4 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 38 -- A Return to Normalcy. Sunday morning, I woke the boys and had them shower and get dressed, so we could go out for breakfast before we hit the road. After we ate, we checked out of the hotel and dragged all of our luggage down to the two vehicles and loaded it inside. Somewhat reluctantly, because of the great time we'd had there, we left the city and headed toward the Philadelphia airport. I guessed everyone was looking forward to picking up the Beckers, as they returned from their Disney World vacation, at least I knew that was the case for me. I was anxious to see how they had each enjoyed their trip, but especially Little Ricky. We did make one stop along the way, to attend church and then grab a quick lunch, and then we were off again. We got to Philadelphia in plenty of time, because the Beckers' plane didn't land until late afternoon, so we had an hour or so to kill before we went to pick them up. We stopped for some ice cream and a drink before we went to the airport, since I figured that would be more enjoyable than sitting around the waiting area for that amount of time. Once we got there, it wasn't long before the Beckers plane landed and all of them were beaming as they entered the terminal. Their smiles only broadened after they spotted us and began heading in our direction. Little Ricky came tearing across the terminal ahead of his parents, aimed directly at me. As soon as he was close enough, he leaped into the air in my direction, forcing me to catch him. As soon as I wrapped him up in my arms, he immediately gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Once he had done that, he hugged me again and then quizzed me about receiving all of his letter and post cards. I told him that on Wednesday I had received and read the letter he'd sent from the hotel, but he seemed disappointed we he learned we hadn't seen the others. I told him they'd probably be waiting for us when we returned, as we left early Thursday morning and they wouldn't have had time to reach us by then. That seemed to suffice, so he started rambling on about their trip. Even though he had turned thirteen before he left on his vacation, his size and enthusiasm would have belied the truth. Any curious passersby observing this spectacle would have concluded he was only about ten-years old, especially since he still maintained a level of enthusiasm and wonder about everything, which would have been attributed to someone much younger than himself. Without taking a breath, or at least seeming not to, he rattled off tales about their plane ride, eating at Planet Hollywood and their stay at the Disney Resort, but I had to stop him at that point and explain that he could fill me in about the rest of his trip during the ride home. He smiled and agreed, and then turned his head and gave a quick greeting to each of the boys. As soon as I put him down on the ground, he zoomed over to Ricky, since he had spotted his hero while I was still holding him. He hugged Ricky as energetically as he had done to me, before hoisting my son off of his feet, which was no small accomplishment for someone his size. After setting Ricky back on the ground, Little Ricky lifted up one of his own feet to show Big Ricky he was wearing the sneakers that my Ricky had given him for his birthday. Once my son had acknowledged that fact, Little Ricky began to tell him, as well as the boys closest to him, about the things he had done. While he was doing that, I chatted briefly with his parents, while we also made our way over to the area where we would collect their luggage. The Beckers were both still quite excited too and explained they'd had a wonderful time just watching Little Ricky enjoying himself. They thanked me for all we had done for them and for the little surprises they found after arriving at their hotel, and I merely told them that I was just glad we could do it for them. Shortly after we got to the baggage claim area, their luggage appeared, so we decided to quickly reclaim their things and be on our way. I could tell Mr. Becker was antsy about getting back to his farm and I guessed he was most likely planning to get up early tomorrow and get back into his farm routine. Besides, Jake had to return to work too. We led them out to the vehicles, packed everything inside and then were on the road again. Little Ricky and the Beckers rode with me, and Little Ricky's mouth was going the whole time, as he told me about all the things he did. As I expected, he was very animated and extremely comical, as I watched him as much as I could through the rearview mirror. Little Ricky started by telling me about the plane ride and how he had been allowed to go into the cockpit and 'fly' the plane, after he engaged one of the flight attendants in conversation. He even showed me his pilot's wings, which I hadn't noticed pinned to his shirt. Then he told me about going to Planet Hollywood the first night they were in Orlando, and even though he hoped to see some famous people, no one he cared about was there. He didn't seem overly disappointed by this fact and happily moved on to the next part of his story. He was now explaining, at warp speed, about what they did Monday and Tuesday, as that was when they visited the Magic Kingdom. He enthusiastically informed me that his favorite things there were Space Mountain, the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad and Splash Mountain, but he quickly added that the best thing happened to him Monday night, at the hotel. They arrived back at the resort late in the afternoon, since his parents were quite tired. However, Little Ricky wasn't and wanted to go for a swim. After some intense negotiations, his parents finally agreed to take him, figuring they could rest poolside while he swam. Therefore, Little Ricky got to go swimming, and while he was in the pool, he ran into another boy. He was shocked to discover this boy was none other than David Gallagher and he was staying at the same hotel. The ironic part was that David was also one of the people Little Ricky was hoping to see at Planet Hollywood. Well, it seems the boys hit it off quite quickly, so David even invited him over to meet his parents. Eventually, the boys and their family got together and managed to get to know each other better too. At first, the Beckers were a little uneasy and intimidated about meeting a celebrity's family, but the Gallaghers were quite down to earth and easy to get along with. Once they felt they knew each other quite well, the Gallaghers even asked the Beckers about their schedule, so the farm couple told them what they had planned. After learning what the Beckers were going to doing the next day, David's parents asked if they might be able to impose on them and asked the Beckers if they would take their son with them to the Disney-MGM Studios with them. The Gallaghers admitted this probably sounded weird, with them suggesting to let their son go off with perfect strangers, but they sheepishly admitted they had spotted them going around the hotel earlier and asked the hotel manager about them. They said the manager gave them a very nice recommendation, so they sort of worked this plan out in advance, providing the Beckers plans matched with their own. The Gallaghers went on to explain that people recognized the three of them together and David never really got a chance to enjoy himself as he should, so they figured this might allow him to get out without drawing any attention, so he could have a good time. They agreed to give the Beckers enough money to cover their son's expenses, as well as their own, but money wasn't the issue. The Beckers were skeptical at first, but the Gallaghers quickly admitted that even wearing disguises were useless, as long as they all stayed together, because sooner or later one of the paparazzi or David's adoring fans would recognize one of them. They explained they would also disguise him for the day, even though he would be with them, by dying his hair and having him wear a baseball cap and sunglasses very similar to the ones they had seen Little Ricky wearing. They thought by having David go with people totally unconnected to him, he might get a chance to just be a boy and have some fun for a few hours. The Gallaghers even went as far as to suggest they thought Little Ricky and David had enough similar characteristics that people would just assume they were brothers and not realize who he really was. By now Little Ricky was teasing his parents to go along with this suggestion, so they agreed, and Wednesday morning the four of them were among the very first to enter the park. This way, David might be able to get to go on a bunch of rides without having to stand in the really long lines, so even if he was recognized later, he would still have been able to have more fun than if he'd stayed with his family. Little Ricky told us that he and David enjoyed trying out the Tower of Terror, the Star Wars ride and the Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular the best and they really had a great time together. They said no one else knew that David Gallagher was with them, so they both had a terrific time, and then they even had dinner with David and his parents that evening in a private dining area, which was the Gallaghers' way of thanking them for helping their son to have fun like any other boy. Ricky and David had even exchanged addresses, phone numbers and promised to keep in touch, but they each had other plans for the following couple of days, so they weren't able to get back together again. It seemed that David was performing somewhere nearby, so his parents had taken the opportunity to try to enjoy themselves before that happened. It was truly a remarkable experience for Little Ricky and one he would surely never forget. After this, he told me they returned for a second day at the MGM Studios on Thursday, to take in some of the other things they hadn't had time for the previous day, and then Friday they went to the Epcot Center. Little Ricky told us that the World Showcase was okay, but he had a better time at Future World. After that, he informed us he had also enjoyed Spaceship Earth and the Universe of Energy, but the Test Track was the best of all. I quickly learned that Test Track was a newer ride where you are the dummy during a car testing experience. Little Ricky said it was the absolute best and he went on it as many times as he could. After that, the little blond dynamo told me on Saturday they went to Animal Kingdom and spent their last day there. He said that Dinoland was his favorite thing at that location, but he liked the Safari Village too. Finally, he told us about the plane ride back and then he thanked me again for sending him to all of those fantastic places. Believe it or not, I think Little Ricky had run out of energy, and out of breath too, because he just settled back in his seat and took it easy for the rest of the trip home. About halfway back to their house, we decided to stop and eat. In the restaurant, some of my boys filled the Beckers in about our trip, telling them about the things we'd seen and done before we picked them up. All three of the Beckers seemed pleased that we had enjoyed ourselves too and hadn't just made this long trip to collect them and take them back home. I could hear Little Ricky asking the boys about what it was like to look out from the top of those tall buildings and about how they liked the 'Lion King.' He was especially eager to know if it was like the movie, which led me to conclude he had obviously seen the film at some point. In fact, I'd say he'd seen it several times, judging from his familiarity with the storyline and songs, but he also was curious about how they could have pulled it off on a stage. The boys tried to explain how they did it, as best they could, and Little Ricky seemed to understand what they were telling him and was trying to picture in his mind what it must have been like. I made a mental note that we'd have to find a way to have him see the musical version for himself, sometime in the future. It was getting dark by the time we reached their farm, but someone had left the porch light on and had a card wedged in their doorframe, welcoming them home. It also informed them all of the day's chores had been completed, so they had nothing to worry about and could just relax and unpack. Mr. Becker handed me the card, which was one of those humorous greetings with several cows drawn on the front of it. It had obviously been one of those blank message cards, but someone had neatly written a message on it for them. On the front they had written 'It's udder-ly exciting', and on the inside it continued 'that you and the cows came home at nearly the same time.' Then, underneath it, there were personal messages welcoming them back and telling them about what had been done while they were gone. It was nice to see the Beckers were so close with their neighbors and that those people would have made sure to do something special like this to welcome them back. I had forgotten how farm families tend to bond together and help each other out in times of need, and how each of them tend to become part of an extended family with all of the other families living nearby. This farm community did have a wonderful support system in place, as I discovered while trying to have the farm taken care of while the Beckers were away, these people were eager to volunteer to help out one of the others, even though they had much work of their own that would need to be done. Some had even refused the money I had offered to pay them for their help, so I told the Beckers we'd hold a big Labor Day picnic for everyone at their farm, if that suggestion was okay with them. They thought it was a wonderful idea, so I told them to start making plans and I'd supply everything we'd need. About then, Jake pointed out it was getting late, so I got everyone else back into the vehicles and we headed for our own homes. I felt sorry for Jake, knowing he had to return to work the next day, but there wasn't much I could do about that. The last leg of the trip seemed to go fairly quickly, compared to how much driving we had already done, and Jake and Shannon quickly transferred their things from our vehicles and into their car, thanked us for including them and then said good-bye, before setting off for their own place. The boys and I took our belongings into the house and I had each of them take their things up to their rooms, before they went to clean up. I certainly didn't want that clutter in the foyer in the morning. After that was taken care of, Mark, Frankie and Dustin volunteered to help me make sure all the trash and other things were removed from both the van and the Suburban, which I was extremely grateful for. As Frankie and Dustin took off to take their showers and get ready for bed, Mark hung back. Once we were alone, he thanked me again for including him on these trips and for making sure they were special for him. I told him it had definitely been my pleasure and I was glad I was in a position where I could do it for him. He quickly confirmed that he suspected I would have done it anyway, even if we weren't as well off. I just told him he might be right, but it was nice to be able to have the money to do things like this for all my boys, whenever we wanted. Mark gave me one more hug and said good night, before he disappeared up the stairs too. The following week was also kind of busy, as there were a great many things I needed to catch up on. Besides the various chores I had let slide around the house, there were also things I needed to get done before Pat would be ready for his plastic surgery the following Monday, as well as making preparations for Frankie's 18th birthday party, which would be held the weekend after that. Frankie had asked me a couple of weeks ago if he could have a co-ed party, so he could invite his girlfriend and a few others, and I told him that would be fine. Happily, he'd sent out his invitations, with the help of Dustin and Ricky, and everyone had accepted. After they'd finished with that, I also asked Frankie to come up with a list of what he'd like to eat and do at the party, and suggested he make sure he came up with activities both his male friends and the girls who would be attending would also enjoy. I had plenty of miscellaneous details to take care of in the interim, so I was happy for their help with these other issues. When the list of those who had acknowledged they would be attending was given to me, I noticed it included all of the other boys' girlfriends, plus all of our extended family, including Jake and Shannon. It would be quite a gathering. Tuesday afternoon I was finally able to take Frankie and Kevin out to do some more practice driving and Dion asked if we could drop him off at the school, where he was going to meet his new girlfriend. The summer recreation program was staging a play that she was in and he was going to meet her after their rehearsal, spend some time together and then he was going to walk her home. I told him that would be fine, so we let him out at the high school, before we went out for our drive. I had decided to let my two drivers practice navigating over some of the less busy streets today, after acknowledging they were ready to graduate from practicing in the parking lots to limited traffic areas. They were both doing quite well and I told them so repeatedly, so I felt confident about taking them around some of the local streets. Once they proved they could handle that, then I'd take them out and let them try driving on the busier streets and then the highway. Both of them seemed encouraged and excited by this news, and each did very, very well while he was behind the wheel, including some attempts at parallel parking. Once we'd finished, we went back to pick up Dion, but didn't locate him right away. Even though I sent Frankie and Kevin to look for him, it took another twenty minutes or so before any of us came across him. When confronted about where he'd been, he merely told me he'd walked his girlfriend home. I heard later, via the rumor-mill, that wasn't the entire story. Dion and his girlfriend didn't hang around the school for very long after he got there, at least not after she informed him that no one was home at her house. Her father was working and her mother was running a number of errands for the family and also for her grandmother, so she wouldn't be there for quite some time. This encouraged them to go to her house, and once they got there, they went down to her family room to watch a video on their large-screen television. I think they both knew they weren't really going to watch a video, so their time alone quickly turned into a make out session. They began kissing and sucking tongue, and then she let Dion take off her shirt and bra, while she undid his shorts. While he was feeling up her breasts, she was checking out his more than adequate tool. When they came up for air, she told him she had heard about this from his old girlfriend, but she didn't really believe the other girl at first, since she knew she wasn't very experienced with guys. She told him that now she'd seen it for herself, she was also kind of shocked, as she didn't expect him to be that well endowed. Seeing Dion wasn't really tall and was also on the slender side, she was surprised at how much meat he had packed away between his legs. After discussing it a bit longer, she decided she wanted to try to play with it for a while and then she'd give him a blowjob. Of course Dion was all for that, and she began to fondle his erection, before she began to lick and suck on his rigid pole. He thought maybe this was her first time, as she really wasn't very good at giving head, so he tried to explain to her how to do it properly. However, she didn't improve very much, even with his coaching. He finally told her he was going to shoot, so she pulled off and masturbated him until he dumped his load on his chest, and then she merely tossed him a box of Kleenex, to wipe himself off with. Dion wasn't very impressed by the experience, to say the least. After he had cleaned up all his cum, he moved back over and began sucking on her tits, and his ministrations caused her to moan and squirm around beneath him. While he had her occupied in this fashion, he managed to slide off her shorts and panties and slowly worked a finger inside her hot hole, gently sliding it around. Now, she really began to squirm and moan, so Dion took the chance to try something new. He gradually slid down her body, licking his way downward, until he had managed to crawl between her thighs. Once there, he began to tongue her cunt lips and work his oral muscle inside of her, while paying special attention to her clit. He had thought of trying to go farther, meaning intercourse, but he hadn't expected this opportunity to arise, so he hadn't brought a condom with him. Even though he still would have liked to, he determined it would be best to wait and what they were doing would have to satisfy both of them for now. He thought he did make her orgasm a couple of times during that session, judging from her little screams and body reactions, but he was too inexperienced with females to know for sure. After a while they finished their sexual activities, since they were afraid that her mother might return before much longer, and then he asked her if she'd like to come to Frankie's birthday party, a week from Saturday. She said she'd love to, so he said he'd call her with the details later. They also planned to get together again this coming Saturday, to go to a movie or something. After they made those arrangements, Dion said good-bye and began his walk back to the high school. I don't think he told Trey any of the details of his encounter that afternoon, but Trey did all the right things, at least for Dion's sake. Trey pretended it didn't matter that Dion had been with someone else, only that he was glad that Dion was home with him now. The two went off, to check out some new books that Trey had picked up when he rode into town with Mark, when Mark went to work. Trey had made his purchases and then walked home, and had arrived only a short time before Dion and the rest of us had returned. Seeing both boys liked to read and basically liked the same types of books, something else they had in common, they went off to compare notes and decide who was going to read which book first. It was like nothing else mattered and at that point, nothing did. I didn't see either of them again until dinnertime, as they both started reading and didn't emerge from their room until it was time for them to eat. Pat and I sat down later that evening, to discuss his upcoming operation, as I wanted to make sure he still wanted to go through with the plastic surgery. After convincing me this was what he wanted to do, we talked a bit about what he would be facing, both during the surgery and afterward. I wanted to make sure he was ready for everything he'd have to face and let him know this wasn't going to be just a stroll in the park. He was fine with all of the details about what he'd be facing and emphasized he just wanted to get rid of some of the more obvious scars, so people wouldn't be so quick to stare at him. I then informed him it might not work out exactly the way he planned, because instead of staring at the small scars he currently had, people might be inclined to stare at his handsome face instead. He let out a little laugh after I'd said that and quickly countered that I only thought that because he was my son. Nonetheless, he said he felt he could handle that kind of staring, as it would still be better than the alternative. Now that I felt he was psychologically ready for this procedure, I explained a few of the things he might go through after the operation was done -- details I'd learned from researching the procedure online. I also advised him how long his recovery might take and he was a bit shocked by this news, although he still insisted he wanted to go forward with it. Seeing he was determined to go ahead with the procedure, I told him I'd be there with him through the entire process. He thanked me for my offer, but told me I'd only need to be there for the operation itself and it wouldn't be necessary for me to stay at the hospital with him overnight. Although he appreciated my concern and intentions, he hinted he was now old enough that it wasn't necessary for me to do that again. After assuring him I'd honor his request, we ended our brief discussion and I left him to his own thoughts. The upcoming weekend also proved to be filled with a flurry of activity, as several of the boys had dates and most of the others had things they wanted to do as well. All three vehicles were in motion for most of the day, with Mark offering to transport the boys earlier in the day for me, if he could use one of the vehicles for his date later that evening. I happily agreed and gave him the van for the day, as it took a great deal of work away from me. Therefore, instead of playing chauffeur I used the time to go on the Internet to do some more reading on what would be happening to Pat on Monday, so I'd be even better prepared to help him through it. Since various groups of boys were with me in the house at different times throughout the day, that gave me an opportunity to spend some time alone with many of my sons or small groups of them. I don't often get a chance like this, so I made sure to make the most out of it while I had the opportunity. It was nice to be able to spend time alone, or nearly alone, with them like this, especially having so many sons and so much constantly going on. It's not easy to find the time to do things like this, although I do wish it could happen more often. I was in bed before all the boys got in that evening, as I trusted the ones who were allowed to stay out later. They were all very careful to be quiet when they came in, so as not to wake me or the other boys, but I think that also had something to do with the fact that they really didn't want me to know what time they actually came in. What they didn't know was that I did wake up each time I heard that front door creak open and knew the times that someone came in, even if I wasn't sure which of them it was. All I know is that I eventually accounted for the correct number of individuals returning home, and when I awoke the next morning, all the boys were there and all of the vehicles were in the driveway, none of which were any the worse for wear. I did go around the house and rouse the troops to get them ready for church, which was not what some of the later arrivals home wanted to hear, especially at that hour of the morning. They knew they had to go with us, however, if they wanted to be allowed to stay out that late on a Saturday night again, so they humored me, no matter how reluctantly. While my group of late night revelers hit the showers to get cleaned up, I went downstairs to fix breakfast for the other boys. Once everyone was ready, I drove to the church and led my flock inside. Shortly after we sat down, I said my own special prayer for Pat, making certain to cover all the bases to ensure everything would go well the following day. Even though the doctor kept reassuring both of us that this was minor surgery, I knew there was always the risk of something going wrong, so I wasn't about to leave any stone unturned. I felt Pat had been through enough already and didn't want to see him have to go through more or suffer further, so I said another prayer to ask God to watch over him. As we left, our pastor even offered Pat his best wishes, as he also remembered what was going to be happening to him, and Pat thanked him for his concern. The remainder of our day was fairly quiet and laid back, at least as far as this family is concerned, and I didn't have to worry about getting so many things ready in preparation for tomorrow, since I'd done that during the week. This operation was going to be done locally and many of the other boys were planning to go to the hospital with us, so they could offer Pat their moral support. Pat had told them it wasn't necessary, but he also let them know he appreciated their intentions, but he didn't want them to have to sit around a boring old hospital for that long. Although they understood his line of reasoning, each boy said he still wanted to be there for him and they also let Pat know, in no uncertain terms, that they WOULD be going. He just thanked them and admitted he would have done the same for any of them and had already concluded he probably wouldn't win this argument. That's when the boys made sure to let him know he was right. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com - but please put the story title in the subject line, so it doesn't get deleted as junk mail.