Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2010 23:37:28 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 5, chapters 25 - 26

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 5 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 25 -- Making Choices.

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

What had happened at the school dominated the discussion at home that
evening.  Each of the boys was eager to share his opinion about why the boy
had acted so rashly and what was going to happen to him next.  Although I
gave them some time to talk these things over, I eventually did my best to
get them to focus on other topics, but they continually kept coming back to
the bully and his inadequate attempts to harm our family.  Therefore, I let
them continue this discussion until bedtime, while hoping it would be
enough to sate their fascination with the boy's obsession with their sexual
orientation.  I could only imagine what thoughts and visions consumed their
dreams that evening.

The young man was going to be arraigned the next morning, and by the time I
arrived his public defender was scrambling about trying to make a deal with
the prosecutor.  He understood his client had used up all of his 'get out
of jail free' cards after his previous run in with us, so we were all
pretty sure the P.D. would never let this go to trial.  He was smart enough
to realize the boy couldn't take the chance a judge would be lenient on
him, seeing this was a repeat offense.  However, we all realized that no
matter what deal the lawyers struck, it would most likely include a
significant jail sentence this time around.

As he was being led from the court, his uncle walked beside him and tried
to talk to him.  "What's the matter with you?  I thought you were smarter
than your father.  Didn't you learn from our talks about how he ended up
the way he did?  Didn't it scare you to know he's going to be spending ten
years or more of his life in prison, for spreading his hatred?  We thought
you would learn from that.  What were you thinking?"

Hearing this, I realized we had all been misled about the details behind
how the boy came to live with them.  Although they officially claimed the
boy's father was locked up as a repeat D.U.I offender, it was now evident
the reason for his incarceration was much darker than that.  He had most
likely been convicted of some sort of hate crime too, so now we understood
how the boy came by his attitude.

I could see his aunt and uncle were in anguish over this situation, so I
went over to see if I could comfort them.  As soon as they saw me, they
started apologizing and trying to explain the situation to me.

"Mr. Currie, we're so sorry about what our nephew did again," his uncle
began.  "We really thought he had learned his lesson after the last time.
I guess he spent too much time around his father when he was little, which
gave my brother time to pass his brand of hatred on to his son.  That idiot
belongs to one of those white supremacist groups and is currently doing
time in prison for attacking and harming an innocent couple."  After
admitting this, the boy's uncle was nearly in tears.  I could see this
troubled him deeply.

"What are they going to do to our nephew now?" his aunt asked, looking
older than she had the last time I'd seen her in court.  It was clearly
apparent her ward's actions had taken its own toll on her.

"I'm not sure, but I would be willing to wager he'll be spending some time
in jail for this," I replied, "and I also suspect he'll be expelled from
school as well, since this took place on school property.  If he hadn't
painted that particular comment on the windshield, it might not have been
so bad for him, but that will have a big impact on what punishment they'll
dole out this time."  His guardians looked confused, so I explained.

"He used another derogatory term, but this time he put it in written form,
by painting it across the windshield of our car," I admitted

After hearing this, his aunt and uncle apologized to me once more and then
attempted to comfort one another, as they turned to leave the courtroom.
Their nephew had been escorted out several minutes earlier by a couple of
sheriff's deputies, so they just left and went home to try to rationalize
what had happened for themselves.  I didn't envy what they were going
through.  Lord knows I would never want to endure anything like that
myself, but I couldn't blame them for what their nephew did.  Although they
seemed like honest, caring people who had tried to do their best to rectify
a bad situation, I knew they were blaming themselves for not having a
greater influence on their nephew and preventing him from following in his
father's footsteps.

No matter how hard we try to get those we're responsible for to see the
errors of their ways or learn from others' mistakes, many other factors
come into play and exert influence over them too.  Due to these other
factors, there are times that no matter what we as adults do or say, we
lose a certain amount of control over what concepts are presented to our
children and how they respond to those ideas.

Unfortunately, these outside influences are expanding all of the time.  It
wasn't so long ago that the family, church, school and peer groups were the
biggest influences on a child's behavior.  However, as technology expands,
so do these other influences.  We have now reached the point where our
children are also influenced by what they see on television, the movies and
their games, as well as what they can potentially be exposed to on the
Internet.  Who knows how many more of these outside factors will crop up in
the future, but parents will need to be increasingly vigilant about what
takes place between their children and these outside sources, but sometimes
this will still take place without their knowledge.

On some occasions, these external influences may be people or sources we
consider to be harmless, until something like this happens, and then it's
too late to undo the damage.  I could empathize with what his aunt and
uncle were currently going through and share their pain, but I also
suspected that what they were feeling and having to deal with would go on
much longer than anything we had to handle, due to their nephew's actions.
Not only did they feel bad about what he had done, but now they also had to
worry their own son might have been irreversibly influenced by his cousin's
antics and beliefs.

As I suspected, the school board also moved quickly and expelled the boy
for his actions.  It was kind of a moot gesture, seeing he would be in jail
and wouldn't be able to attend anyway, but they weren't about to let this
opportunity slip by without taking an official stand.  The Board had been
in close contact with the police department and already knew this kid was
going to be out of circulation for several months, but they felt they had
to protect themselves and the district, as well as make a statement to the
other students by doing their part.  The district also issued stricter
guidelines concerning harassment of all types and outlined harsher
consequences for such actions, including the mandatory reporting of all
such cases to legal authorities.

A couple of days later, we heard the two sides had reached a plea agreement
and this kid would spend a year in jail as a result of the deal.  He would
start off by being segregated from the general population, but since he
would be turning eighteen in a month and a half, he would then be moved in
with the rest of the inmates at that time.  I thought about what might
happen to him after he was thrust in with some of the more hardened
criminals and also wondered if any of those whom he had mouthed off to
before would still be there and recognize him.

Besides worrying about the possibility of him being abused, I was afraid
such a move might also put him in contact with others who shared his views,
which might possibly serve to reinforce his beliefs and raise him up to the
next level of violence and hatred.  I really hoped that didn't happen, but
too often it seemed to be the rule, rather than the exception.  In turn,
many of those coming out of jail or prison are more dangerous than when
they went in, since they were able to learn more tricks of the trade inside
and had been exposed to contacts they might not have otherwise been aware
of.  However, for the time being that wasn't our concern.

Since this episode was now behind us, we moved on with the other demands in
our lives.  Trey had already met with the contacts I had made for him and
was able to explain what he would need from each of them.  After he
presented his wish lists, those making the final decision would tell him if
they could do it, offer him alternatives or explain why they couldn't help,
unless he made some changes.

During this same time, Sammy and Dion met with the tailor, in order to
allow him to take their measurements, so he could make their uniforms fit
correctly.  Of course, he would have to make several different variations
of what they would wear, to accommodate for the passage of time.  The first
of these outfits would be the one they would be wearing when the ship sank
and the plane crashed, but then there would be a variety of 'aged' versions
of the same thing, with each showing more wear and deterioration than the
one before.  The main characters were supposed to have spent many months
marooned on the island before their rescue, so the last of their uniforms
would be mostly rags.

The boys were also working with Trey to learn their lines and practice the
non-verbal skills they would need to pull off the early part of the play --
the time before the main characters were able to learn enough of the
other's language to communicate with words.  They were also instructed as
to how they should respond to different situations and what actions and
phrases would be appropriate for that time period, but Trey also made
certain they understood some of the history too, so they wouldn't do or say
things which were too modern for their roles.  The boys would also be
required to alter their hairstyles for this as well, using a cut that could
be converted to look like what might have been worn during the 1940's.
Neither boy had a problem with any of the things Trey was asking of them,
as they were beginning to get into their roles and looking forwarded to
pulling this off.  Now, my only worry was that Trey might have two hams to
deal with before he completed his project.

During this same period, Ricky received another phone call about the
exchange student program.  The primary purpose of the call was to ask if
he'd have any problem giving up his summer vacation to be able to take part
in it.  However, before Ricky answered this query, he was quick enough to
try to find out the reason it was being asked.  Ricky was then informed it
was because the seasons south of the equator were the opposite of those
north of the equator, so the schools in those countries would be in session
while our schools were on vacation.  Therefore, the students interested in
being part of the program and heading to one of those countries would have
to also be willing to leave almost immediately after they got out for the
summer.  They would attend class at their new school throughout OUR summer
and the first half of the next school year, and then have the option of
staying there for their host school's summer vacation or return home to
finish up with their own graduating class.

Once this was explained to him, Ricky asked if he could have time to think
about it and talk it over with me, so the caller told him he would allow
him forty-eight hours to make up his mind.  Before concluding the call, he
also gave Ricky a number where he could leave a message, once he'd made his
decision.  After jotting down that information, Ricky thanked him and hung
up, before coming to explain everything to me.

"Dad, I just got another call about being an exchange student!" he
exclaimed.  "They didn't say I'd been chosen, but I don't see why they'd
call if I wasn't," he added, realizing he must be one of the leading
candidates to be asked such a direct question.

"Why do you say that?  What did they tell you?" I wanted to know, even
though I had my suspicions.

"Well, the guy asked me if I'd be willing to give up my summer vacation to
do this, because of the different seasons on the other side of the
equator," he explained.  "Why would he ask me that question, if they
weren't planning to send me?"

"Well, maybe they're asking everyone that same question, to weed out those
who aren't really committed to doing this," I offered.  "Did you even
consider that possibility?"

"Not really, but it still means about the same thing," he replied.  "I
guess if I really want to do this, I'll have to tell them I'll be willing
to give up my summer vacation."

"That assumption seems correct," I confirmed.

"So, do you think I should call them back and tell them 'yes'?" he asked
me.

"That has to be your decision, Ricky, and the answer depends on how badly
you want to do this," I explained.

"Oh, I think you know how much I want to do this, Dad," he asserted,
without hesitation.  "This would really mean a lot to me, if I were able to
go."

"Then I think you've answered that question for yourself," I shot back.  My
response caused him to look at me thoughtfully for a couple of seconds, as
he considered what I'd said.  Once he had gone over everything in his mind,
he spoke again.

"He asked me other questions too," he added, catching me slightly
off-guard.

"Like what?" I pressed.

"Well, he also read me a list of countries that might have openings and
asked me which ones I might be interested in going to," he explained.

"So which ones did you tell them?" I wondered, aloud.

"Well, New Zealand wasn't on the list, but I told him Australia or South
Africa would be okay, since I think many people speak English there too."

"Okay, I can understand your choices," I agreed.  "Did they ask you
anything else?"

"Not asked, but told me something," he informed me, before pausing.

"And am I supposed to guess what that was?" I teased.

Ricky smiled at me, amused by my comment.  "No, but the guy told me I'd
have to attend classes during our summer and the first half of our school
year, and then I'd have the choice of staying there for their vacation or
returning home to graduate with my class."

"That's interesting," I commented.  "Do you know which you might like to
do?"

"Not for sure," he informed me.  "It would be fun to stay a while longer,
wherever I go, so I could see some other parts of the country during that
time, but it would also be nice to come back and finish with my brothers
and other friends too.  I mean, Pat and Jay will be graduating at that same
time and I wouldn't mind being in the same ceremony as they're in."

"Yes, I think I figured that out," I said dryly, referring to the fact that
I knew Pat and Jay would be graduating too.  This time, however, Ricky gave
me an annoyed look, rather than being amused.

"What would you do if you were me?" he finally asked, once he got over
being sidetracked by my last comment.

"Well, I'm not you, so I'm not sure what you might want to do," I began,
"but I might be able to offer you a third option."

"Really?  Like what?" Ricky wanted to know.

"Well, I might be able to arrange it so you could stay for an extra month,
which would give you a chance to have a short vacation and see more of
whatever country you're in," I began, "and then still be able to come back
here in time to finish up with your class.  If you chose that option, you'd
have to be willing to make up any of the work you missed during the extra
month you spend away."

"That would be awesome," Ricky shrieked, almost immediately.  "I like that
idea a lot."

"Even the part about making up the missed work?" I teased.

"Yes, even that," he confirmed, "if it means I'll be able to see more of
the country I'm in than just the city or village where I'll be living.
That was the only thing I wasn't happy about."

"Well, it would clear that problem up for you," I added.

"It sure would," he agreed.  "I think I'm going to call the guy back and
tell him what we've decided.  Is that okay with you?"

"Sure, if that's what YOU'VE decided," I emphasized, because he'd said
'what we've decided' when asking his question.  I wanted him to understand
this was his decision, not mine or ours.

"It is, Dad, and I'm glad I've got you to think up all these great ideas,"
he told me, before throwing his arms around my neck.  "Thanks."

"Hey, what else do I have to do with all my free time, now that I'm
retired?" I joked in reply.  "My only responsibility is to take care of a
house full of boys, but they do most of the work."

"No way!" Ricky nearly screamed.  "We couldn't do it without you."

"You're kind, even if you are stretching the truth," I challenged, which
caused Ricky to glare at me, but I could see the wheels turning in his
head.

"Are you calling me a liar?" he asked, with an evil grin on his face.

"Far be it from me to do that," I replied, while trying to avoid his
challenge.

"I hope not," he warned me, "because then I might have to think up a way to
get even with you, if you were."

"Oh, really?  And how might you do that?" I countered.

"Oh, I have my ways," he insinuated.

"Yes, and I think I still remember most of them," I replied, sarcastically,
"like how you used to harass all of us when you were younger."

"Who, me?" Ricky whined, while flashing me his patented 'injured feelings'
look.

"Yes, you, but I was hoping you'd outgrown that stage," I challenged,
hoping to shock him and play off of his ego.

"Well, you never know," he shot back without hesitation.  Having said that,
he gave me a smile and a wink before he left the room, leaving me to wonder
what he might be planning.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 5 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 26 -- Kudos.

By mid-April, Trey, Dion and Sammy had all became very involved in what
they were doing and were eager to drag me into the family room to watch
them perform and listen to my critique.  They spent most evenings and quite
a bit of time on the weekends preparing for taping the play, because they
wanted it to be perfect.  Dion and Sammy got very personally involved in
their roles, after realizing this was more than just acting in a play.
They were making a statement, a very strong statement, by showing how
labeling every member of a group the same way is wrong and that prejudice
has no place in this world.  Even though the video was only going to be
shown to a select few, they still felt that if they could get this message
across, it might make life a little better for everyone.

In order to make this production look authentic, we planned to take a
four-day weekend and traveled to South Carolina to do some of the taping.
We took a portion of the cable company's production crew with us to do the
actual filming and we felt it would look more authentic if it were filmed
near the ocean.  During the time we were there, we videotaped the supposed
accidents that put each of the main characters in the ocean, showed their
struggle to get to the island and then taped all the scenes that needed to
be done with an ocean background or beach setting.

One of the guys on the production crew was from Long Island and proved to
be a valuable asset.  He taught Sammy how to dig clams, so he could in turn
show Dion how to do it on the video.  That same gentleman also instructed
Sammy how to catch crabs, so he would be able to do that during the taping
as well, and these lessons proved to be not only very helpful, but also
very valuable, as it gave an added touch of realism to the production.

Once we finished the scenes where Sammy taught Dion how to fish, dig clams
and catch crabs, we had both boys put on the last of their costumes, so we
could film their rescue from the island.  In order to carry this out, we
needed to come up with the naval crew that would discover them and return
them to society.  With that in mind, Trey had previously recruited and cast
me to play the ship's captain, so I donned the appropriate naval uniform
that our tailor friend had made for my benefit.  Then we recruited a few of
the locals as extras, selected primarily because they fit into the
additional uniforms we had for this purpose, and thus ended up filling out
the rest of my crew.

To my great surprise, I learned that some of these people actually believed
we were producing scenes that were going to be included in either a movie
or made for television special.  I'm not sure WHO or WHAT gave them that
impression, but we understood how rumors had a way of starting and felt we
should deal with it before it grew out of proportion.  Although we tried to
dispel this notion, primarily by telling them this was a non-profit venture
and they wouldn't be paid for their assistance, they merely acted as if we
were trying to mislead them and throw them off track.  Even as we began to
pack up to leave there, they still believed they might some day see
themselves on television or in the theater.

In order to fill in some of the gaps, the cable company provided us with
copies of tapes of World War II battles, so Trey could splice some of the
original action into his production, to give it an even greater sense of
authenticity.  He was going to use various clips to show the Japanese
pilot's plane being shot down and crashing into the ocean, as well as the
sailor's ship being torpedoed and sinking, which resulted in the two young
men being brought together on the island.  He would also use this same
technique to splice scenes of the battleship into his production, to show
how the two survivors were liberated from the island.  All in all, I
thought things were progressing quite well.

During the two weeks following our trip to South Carolina, we filmed some
of the other scenes on a small sound stage the cable company allowed us to
use, but the remaining scenes were going to be filmed in the fields
surrounding our home.  One of my friends even carried out some 'creative
landscaping,' on his own initiative, to make the area local more tropical
and fit the concept of a Pacific island locale.  It wasn't perfect, but it
would have to do for our purposes, and he also showed the 'survivors' how
to construct their temporary shelter using some of those materials, for
when they needed to do it for one of the scenes.

The structure they were going to build was quite important and there was
one very crucial and emotional scene that would be filmed in it.  It was
scheduled to happen somewhere around the middle of the story, while the two
still weren't convinced just how far they could trust the other.  The
crucial moment occurs late one evening, when the American happens to awake
in the middle of the night.  As he tentatively opens his eyes, he spies the
Japanese pilot moving slowly toward him, gripping his knife in one hand.
His first thought is that the pilot is trying to kill him, so he very
slowly reaches down, grips his own knife and starts to move it into
position to strike back, as he gets ready to defend himself.  He was fully
prepared to kill his attacker and was nearly ready to leap up and stab the
other guy, when he noticed the pilot's eyes and realized the aviator wasn't
focusing directly on him, but on something near him.  When the pilot
eventually made his lunge, it was to stab a snake that had slipped inside
of the hut, and not to kill the sailor.

The snake must have slithered in there during the daytime and found a
hiding place near where the American normally bedded down.  However,
sometime during the night the American's restless slumber must have
disturbed it and the pilot just happened to be drawn toward its movement.
This happened when he awoke and was about to go outside to water a tree.
Once he spotted it, the pilot recognized the snake was one of the poisonous
species that inhabited the island and it would likely strike the American,
if he tossed suddenly in his sleep, so he concluded he had to eliminate the
threat.

Once the snake had been killed and the sailor realized the pilot had saved
his life, he began thinking about how close he had come to nearly killing
the guy for his efforts.  This caused him to suffer through a prolonged
period of guilt over doubting his new friend's intentions and nearly
stabbing his new friend for his kindness.  However, besides that, his
movement would have most likely caused the snake to strike him, so they
might both be dead now.

After thanking his friend for what he'd done, he spent a great deal of
energy trying to make up for how badly he had misjudged the situation and
his lack of faith in his fellow man.  This catharsis was the primary
turning point in the play, where the two really began to become friends and
trust one another.  Although it took several takes to get the close- ups of
the faces, eyes, as movement of the snake (which of course was harmless
species and replaced by a rubber snake for the stabling), the boys pulled
it off nearly flawlessly.

Another emotional scene took place on the rescue ship.  The Japanese pilot
was being treated very poorly as a captive and had been tossed into a cell.
Not only was he treated shoddily and taunted by the crew, both men were
afraid someone might try to kill him before they reached a port.  When the
black sailor finally realized how much danger his friend was in, he came to
the pilot's rescue by placing himself just outside of the cell, where he
stayed 24/7, to make sure no one treated him poorly.  As someone else would
come around, he would use the opportunity to get that particular sailor to
understand it was a man, not an animal they were dealing with, and he
should be treated with the same amount of respect they'd expect to receive,
if the roles were reversed.  He even went one step further and warned them
he would personally deal with anyone who harmed this man, no matter how
slightly.

Since this request was coming from the guy who had survived with the
prisoner and now considered him a friend, it carried more weight than if it
came from someone else.  The other sailors eventually began to honor his
request, but not merely because Dion's character stayed in the brig with
him, to calm his friend's fears and keep him company.  Watching the two men
interact, they also began to see the Japanese prisoner as a human being and
not the uncaring animal the War Department portrayed his countrymen as
being.  Over time, his message spread and the crew took pity on him,
eventually releasing him from the brig.  From that point on, the two men
then shared a somewhat private area together, with minimal restrictions,
until they eventually reached port.

In carrying out their roles, Dion and Sammy also bonded in ways they never
had before and showed an even greater level of trust and understanding had
developed between them, as it had between the two characters they were
portraying.  This was an added benefit that none of us had foreseen or
expected.

Overall, it seemed that everything was coming together quite nicely.  Not
only was the production turning out well, but the values Trey had put forth
in his play had been picked up by those working on the project, which
included his actors and the crew from the cable company.  They had also
become more empathetic with those they were working with or around.

As we moved closer to the end of April and the last of the scenes had been
filmed, it was time for Trey to move on to the next phase of his project.
Although Dion and Sammy had finished their roles, Trey still had to work
with the editing group, to make sure he got exactly what he wanted to
appear to others who viewed this tape.  After working very hard to get the
right effect, he had a finished product and was ready to turn it in for his
grade.  He gave a copy of the script and videotape to each of his teachers,
since they would grade his efforts independently.  Actually, it would only
be the script that would be graded, as the videotape was to be used for
only the class presentation portion, which was to account for just a small
part of his grade.

Although it was a secondary part of his project, the video was quite well
received by each class, so both teachers were anxious to show it to the
rest of their classes.  In fact, they also had a special showing of the
video after school for any faculty members who wanted to see it too, and
the very next day Trey received several nice cards telling him how much the
teacher or student writing the message had enjoyed it.  After walking on
air most of the day, he came home and shared the cards with his
actor-brothers, because they deserved a lion's share of credit too, and
that small gesture meant a great deal to each of those boys.

Later that evening, we also received a few phone calls, where the caller
would compliment Trey on the fine job he had done and some even suggested
it was something he should share with more than just a small portion of the
school community.  After thanking each caller, he would advise him/her that
he appreciated the input and had already consented to allow the local cable
company to show it on their Community Access Channel.  Even though all of
this attention placed him somewhere between being embarrassed by all the
kudos, while at the same time had him bursting with pride, he would share
each of these conversations with Dion, Sammy and me.  Not only did this
make the other pair feel good, but I was also busting a gut with pride over
just how much they had accomplished.

This little episode even brought Dion and Trey a little closer by giving
them something they could feel good about doing together.  When they went
to bed later that evening, they were so pumped up from all of the accolades
they had received that they were just glowing and feeling great about
themselves.  Trey thanked Dion for having taken part in his project and for
making the video such a success, and Dion thanked Trey for letting him have
the chance to play such a strong and wonderful role.  After this, they
began to kiss, with each trying to show each other the gratitude he felt,
in a very intimate fashion.  Of course things escalated from there and
heated up even more.

The boys slowly undressed each other, making sure to show their love of
every part of the other's body by stroking, kissing, licking or sucking
each piece of flesh they uncovered.  By this time, they were both in a
highly aroused state, so Trey positioned himself on his back, pulled his
legs back to his chest and offered Dion his most intimate prize.  Even
though Dion had expected this to happen, there was still a twinkle in his
eye as he realized what he was being offered, so he was determined to show
Trey all the love he could muster.  After positioning himself for entry, he
eased his way inside, with both of them feeling the love the other was
offering.

Trey suddenly experienced an extreme fullness in his gut, once Dion's
oversized pole had entered him, but he loved the feel of his lover's rigid,
yet soft tool once it was fully seated inside of his love canal.  He could
sense the warmth emanating from his partner's throbbing penis, as it
caressed the moist lining of his channel, but he looked forward to the
friction that would soon follow and the glancing blows Dion's glans made
against his prostate.  In appreciation, he pulled Dion closer to him,
covered him in kisses, embraced his upper torso and then encouraged him to
continue, which Dion was happy to do.

Dion, on the other hand, loved the feel of Trey's warm, smooth tissue as it
enveloped his above-average phallus and gripped it like a soft, velvety
glove.  Trey's anal muscles would continue to relax as he entered and then
constrict and grip his appendage as it withdrew, and this process would
continue over and over again, as Dion thrust it in and out of his love
tunnel.  This action would slowly milk the juices from Dion's loins, like a
tube of toothpaste slowly being drained of its contents, but the release
would be more like a soda bottle exploding, rather than a gradual squeezing
out.  Eventually Dion would reach his sexual climax and pump the results of
their lovemaking deep inside his partner, leaving them both with a glow
that would last long after the actual act had been completed.  It was this
love that kept them both strongly committed to each other, even though
other temptations still crossed their path from time to time.

Once he had experienced his release, Dion brought Trey off too, since there
was no way he was going to let him remain unfulfilled.  In order to do
this, Dion used both of his hand and mouth to bring Trey even more pleasure
than he had already experienced, until he savored the sweet taste of Trey's
seed, like a scrumptious dessert after a magnificent main course.  After
the session ended, the boys fell asleep in each other's embrace, realizing
they had enjoyed more love in this one outing than many people get to
experience in an entire lifetime.

Over the next few days, word about Trey's project spread throughout the
community, just as the local cable access channel planned to air it on the
community local access channel.  It was gong to be shown in several
different time slots and the cable company was running numerous commercials
about its airing, so it would attract the largest possible audience.

I guess between the scuttlebutt from the members of the production crew,
who had helped film this little venture, and accolades in the Letters to
the Editor section of the local newspaper, sent by various faculty members
and staff who had already viewed it, all worked to ensure that more members
of the community would watch it as well.  Regardless of the how it came
about, all of this was quite nice for Trey and his actors, since it gave
them a great deal recognition for their effort.  It was also a major
feather in Trey's cap and would look great on his college application, when
it was time for him to start applying.

Aside from Trey and Dion's romantic interlude after their recent
recognition and the closeness they felt, there was another couple in the
house who were becoming more attached to each other as each day passed, and
that was Kevin and Vinnie.  Since Vinnie had moved in with us, Kevin had
become his constant and devoted companion, going out of his way to spend
time with him and do whatever he could to help.  Besides spending his
afternoons working out beside Vinnie, he would spend equal amounts of time
massaging Vinnie's muscles and helping him with his studies, so you seldom
saw one without the other.  It was almost becoming a joke around the house,
as the boys would ask, "Has anyone seen Kev-Vin?"

By now it was obvious to everyone that Vinnie was definitely gay and it
looked as if Kevin had finally found his partner for life.  Vinnie was
equally devoted to Kevin, but none of us believed it was just out of
gratitude or a sense of obligation.  This relationship was definitely built
on admiration and love.  You could see it in the way they looked at, spoke
to and touched each other.  You could also see it when they were working,
playing and even when they were asleep, because one was always cuddled
around the other.  I felt relieved that Kevin had finally found someone who
could help make up for the pain he felt when he lost Dustin to a girl, Nick
to almost any guy in pants and Brent to the hereafter.  He deserved to find
someone like Vinnie and be this happy, and now it had happened.

The reason I knew this relationship had a chance of lasting was because it
wasn't built solely upon sex.  That doesn't mean they didn't have sex, but
that sex was not the basis or foundation upon which this relationship had
begun.  It all started with two boys who enjoyed each other's company, had
many things in common and cared as much, if not more, about the other than
they did about themselves.

Over the years I had offered my older children, and then the boys, one
major piece of advice, and that was that you had to have a great deal in
common with someone to give a relationship a chance to survive.  The reason
for this was simple.  As we grow older, we also grow and change in other
ways, and not everyone grows in the same way.  If you don't start with a
great deal in common, and then grow in different ways, the gap that forms
can often be the size of the Grand Canyon, rather than a small gorge.
That's expanding chasm is what causes people to end relationships and leave
each other, because they no longer have enough in common to keep the
relationship afloat.  I knew these two were starting out on solid ground,
so this relationship should survive for a very long time.

In their case, the sex was just the icing on the cake, not the meat and
potatoes of the relationship.  Their evenings together weren't just wild
nights filled with unbridled sex, but hours filled with slow and passionate
expressions of love.  Maybe I should give you an example, to show you what
I mean.

The night after the second run in with the boy who had attacked Trey, and
after the kid had vandalized our car, Kevin and Vinnie spent a great deal
of their time trying to calm Trey and the younger boys.  It was because the
others were worried this boy would get out of jail and try something else
or someone else would come along to take his place.  Once Kevin and Vinnie
had helped to reassure them we could handle any problem that came along, as
long as we did it together, as a family, they went to their room to sleep.

Although they hadn't planned on anything happening that evening, they did
cuddle as usual and were complimenting each other on the way they had
explained things to the others.  In doing this, they convinced each other
that no one else could have gotten the message across in quite the same
way, while constantly stroking the other's ego, but not without reason.
They would point out how masterfully their partner had handled a particular
situation or would comment on how they had focused on just the right point
to ease their brothers' concerns, so this quickly turned into a mutual
adoration society.

This, in turn, led to more cuddling, and then to some kissing, but not the
aggressive kissing of a couple in heat.  This was the 'take your time and
enjoy the moment' type of kissing, where they would relish the taste and
feel of each other's lips, not even using their tongues until all of the
other techniques had been savored and explored.  Once they had spent a
sufficient amount of time to complete this sensory oral exploration, they
would move on to other parts of the body, using a very similar technique.

Over time, this pair touched and explored every inch of each other's body,
while exchanging massages, back rubs and other similar contacts.  Although
they had done this many times before, they now took it a step further.
This time, they used all of their senses to accomplish this -- beginning
with examining each other with their eyes, then smelling the other's boyish
scent, which was not yet quite that of a man, before tasting the other's
distinctive flavor, while swirling their tongues over the surface of
various intimate areas.  They then followed this up by touching those same
soft and responsive areas with their sensitive fingers, as they also
listened to their partner express his appreciation through the soft sighs,
moans and other expressions of appreciation that would escape his lips.

These two not only enjoyed stimulating each other with their hands and
mouths, but they seemed to have two favorite positions when it came to
sharing the ultimate act of love.  Sometimes, once would choose to sit on
their lover's erect shaft, slowly impaling himself on it and then doing all
the work, while letting his partner lie there and enjoy the ride.  This was
when the receiver would control the action and do most of the work.

Over time, they had both consciously practiced controlling their anal
muscles and had eventually learned how to relax them as they were lowering
themselves upon the other's fleshy skewer.  At the same time, they were
also becoming more proficient at tightening those same muscles when rising
up, so their lining would grip the blood-engorged muscle and milk it of its
juices.  In reality, this process simulated the same types of sensations
they'd feel if they were able to use their hand and mouth to work the penis
at the same time.  Not only would it imitate the same kind of pressure
they'd enjoy from the grip of their partner's hand, but it would also mimic
the feeling of being enveloped in the warm, moist interior of the mouth.
The thing that made this so special was the fact that they did all the work
to bring their partner bliss, thus allowing him to relax and merely enjoy
the ultimate orgasm.

At other times, they would do the work themselves, to show their partner
how much they cared.  When this happened, they would utilize the standard
missionary position, with one of them on their back and facing the other.
In this arrangement, the person who was doing the giving would be
controlling the action, but this alignment also allowed them to kiss as
they made love.  When using this alignment, they would usually explore the
rest of the body first, before initiating penetration, and would use this
time to loosen the other sufficiently, before entering him slowly, so as
not to cause their partner any discomfort.

Once one was fully seated within the other, he would begin his pelvic grind
by withdrawing slowly, and almost completely, before thrusting back in
again and burying himself to the hilt.  He would use long, steady strokes
to please the other, rather than the short, rapid thrusts used by those who
were mainly trying to please themselves.  He might also place a pillow
under his partner's hips; in order to provide himself a better angle to hit
the prostate, and this would give his lover added pleasure.  At other times
he might merely alter his own body position slightly, to adjust the angle
of penetration to achieve the same purpose.  They were both learning how to
go slowly, delay ejaculation and prolong the tingling that would
increasingly radiate outward from their groins, as they inched their way up
the mountain of pleasure and before exploding in a mind-blowing release of
hot bodily fluids.

No matter which position they used, once they'd finished they would not
merely pull apart and go to sleep.  Instead, they would continue to cuddle
and hug afterward, continuing to express their love through prolonged
embraces, but they would also continue to kiss, touch and stimulate other
erogenous zones, as sort of a warm-down period after their love making.  I
guess Kevin had learned a great deal from his previous partners and
incorporated the best of what he had enjoyed with them, and then passed
this knowledge along to his newest partner, to their mutual benefit.


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