Date: Mon, 3 May 2010 20:23:21 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 6, chapters 5 - 6

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 6 by BW                    
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 5 -- Nighttime Fun.  

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

When we got home, I began to catch snatches of conversations concerning
things various boys wanted to try later, so I knew there would be some fun
going on before they finally turned in.  I think part of the interest was
due to the fact that all but two of Nigel's boys were natural, so his group
was kind of fascinated by those of my boys who were circumcised.  I think
they also wanted to try things with new partners, to see what the
differences were all about.

It wasn't long before I noticed Cole and Dion disappearing with Nigel's
Croatian cousins, Ivan and Andre.  I suspected Trey had most likely been
conned into letting this happen, since he generally preferred that only he
and Dion do things with each other.  I guess they were able to convince him
it was a special occasion, with limited possibilities to be repeated, so it
was best to take advantage of it.  Although he wasn't totally happy about
the idea of Dion being with someone else, Trey did agree to allow Dion to
leave him for the night.  However, he looked like a puppy whose master had
just left him at the kennel, while he watched Dion leave to spend time with
our visitors.

After thinking about it a little more, I suspected part of Trey's reasoning
was that he knew Dion loved to display his wares and have a little fun in
the process.  To Trey's credit, he was forcing himself to give in to Dion's
eccentricities and let him have a good time, even though these desires
didn't exactly coincide with his own views.  It appeared he was willing to
allow the one he loved to seek his own forms of entertainment from time to
time, with his approval, even if it varied from what he enjoyed or thought
was right.

In addition to that, I think Trey was also convinced Dion loved him, so he
no longer harbored any doubts about whether the two of them would always be
together.  I think part of his reasoning had come as a result of seeing
something like this happen with other couples, both straight and gay, and
he didn't want this relationship to end badly, as some of them had.

Trey understood Dion was still young and needed to sow a few wild oats
before he settled down completely, like some of the others I referred to.
He conjectured the relationships that had ended badly usually were the
result of the unhappy person feeling trapped and their partner inflexible.
That's why I think Trey seemed to be giving Dion some rein, like working a
young colt, hoping this would play itself out in time.

I was mildly surprised that Cole and Dion had been the ones to team up with
the cousins.  They didn't have a great deal in common and weren't normally
very close to each other, but I guess sex was one outlet in which they
shared similar interests.  They also matched up best with the ages of the
other pair and both of them were circumcised.  I guess we've all come to
accept that life sometimes holds surprises for us, so I just added this one
to the record for posterity.

As another gesture of acceptance, Trey also offered to sleep on the
sleeper-sofa in the family room that evening, so the other pair could use
his, and Dion's, bedroom.  I thought possibly I should speak to Trey about
what was going on, but seeing he was handling it so well, I decided he'd
eventually come to me if this situation really bothered him.  Therefore, I
let the boys work things out for themselves and trusted they were old
enough to deal with this on their own.

While Trey was settling in downstairs, Dion and Cole were taking their
guests to Dion's room.  Both of my boys were ready to share their meager
skills and maybe even learn some new lessons from their overseas friends.
When they got inside, each of them stripped quickly and paired up with the
one closest to his own age.

Dion and Andre, being the younger pair, eagerly began to run their hands
over each other's bodies, while tentatively getting to know each other
better.  Although Andre had seen Dion naked in the pool and at other times,
I was told he was quite surprised when Dion's tool began to harden and
grow.  It seemed he had not seen one that long before, so he was both
fascinated, yet scared by how large it grew.  After Dion reassured him he
would only do things that Andre thought he could handle, Andre began to
relax and enjoy himself, so they were soon balled up in a sixty-nine
position on the bed, eagerly exploring each other's genitalia.

At first Andre merely toyed with Dion's penis, as he checked out its
length, firmness and uncovered head.  Eventually, however, he became even
more curious about it and began to flick his tongue out and tease it, until
he was sure he was ready to handle it.

Dion was slightly amused with Andre's cautious approach and was chuckling
to himself, as he enjoyed the feel of what Andre was doing to him.  After a
few more tentative swipes with his tongue, Andre finally took the head into
his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, before he let it slide in and
out of his throat.  However, due to its size, Andre was only able to handle
slightly more than a third of it before he reached his limit.  He
understood he would gag if he tried to take more, so he settled for doing
what he could and hoped Dion wouldn't mind if he couldn't take it all.

After a few of these experimental up and down movements on Dion's shaft, he
let it drop from his mouth.  This bothered Dion at first, but he knew there
was no problem when Andre moved down to suck on his testicles for a while.
Seeing what his partner was doing, Dion quickly spread his legs even wider,
to give him complete access to the family jewels, and whatever other areas
he might be interested in.

Andre licked around the sac and took one, and then the other, fragile egg
into his mouth.  He swirled them around with his tongue and gently sucked
on them, before letting them drop out of his oral cavity again.  After a
brief period where he ran his tongue around the exterior of Dion's scrotum,
he took both of Dion's nads back into his mouth, but this time hummed as he
held them there.  The vibrations from the humming quickly began to drive
Dion wild with pleasure and caused him to fear he was going to blow his wad
then and there.

It was unusual for Dion to lose control so easily and quickly, but somehow
he managed to hold off and kept from shooting his load.  Once Andre
finished with this new method of foreplay, he took Dion's rod back into his
mouth and rhythmically slid up and down on the shaft.  With all the
stimulation Dion had already received, it only took a few of these
movements from Andre's head, before Dion spewed his load into his new
friend's eager throat.  I was told Andre almost purred, as he swallowed the
sweet nectar.

While Andre had been experimenting with Dion, Dion was also busy trying to
please Andre.  Since Trey was uncut too, Dion decided to do the types of
things to Andre that Trey enjoyed when they were alone, because he felt
Andre would like it too.  Dion began by pulling the excess flesh apart, so
he could thrust his tongue down the opening and tease the head while it was
still covered.  He let his oral muscle swirl around the inside of the
velvety lining to stimulate it, while he played a game of tag with the
sensitive head and tiny opening at the tip.  Andre was obviously enjoying
this, because he was moaning audibly and thrusting his hips at Dion, to let
him know he wanted him to continue.

They had been doing this for quite some time when Dion began to feel the
effects of Andre's humming on his testicles.  This activity was sending
ripples of pleasure, not only vibrating through those watery orbs, but also
radiating outward, until it slowly engulfed his midsection.

Later, when we talked about it, Dion wasn't really sure if Andre was
humming or if he was he just moaning because of what Dion was doing to him.
Either way, it produced all the pleasurable feelings he was enjoying, so
for Dion, that was all that really mattered.  There was one other
consideration, though, and that was that he not blow too soon.  So, after
temporarily blocking out those sensations, to get his boiling juices
simmered down, it made him momentarily forget about everything else,
including his partner.

After regaining his composure, he also re-established the concentration
he'd lost when he was temporarily distracted by those awesome feelings.
Resuming his previous actions, Dion slowly pushed back the excess skin with
his lips and exposed Andre's tender helmet to his lips and tongue.  Now,
Dion worked on it in earnest, while massaging Andre's fleshy marbles with
his long, slender fingers.  This was when Andre began to really moan and
writhe beneath Dion, which aroused Dion even more.  As Dion continued to
lift his head up and down on Andre's erection, he felt his own juices
beginning to boil and rise up his shaft and briefly paused again, as he
concentrated on his own approaching orgasm.

Dion was now panting and tingling all over, as his seed began to pulse up
the tubes in his woody.  When he couldn't hold out any longer, he let out a
few guttural grunts, arched his back and allowed his juices to explode into
Andre's hot and hungry mouth.  He could tell that Andre was swallowing
everything he pumped into him, but Dion became light-headed as this climax
swept over him, so some of the details of what followed were a bit blurry.
He did admit it took him a while before he recovered and could concentrate
again on pleasing Andre in the same way, but he was determined to make
Andre feel as good as he had just felt.

Once Dion recovered, he attacked Andre's pole again.  Starting with a
renewed sense of purpose, Dion increased his pace and soon realized Andre
was also nearing the brink of ecstasy.  Dion did everything he could think
of to bring his partner off, including sliding a finger up his chute and
massaging his prostate, which Andre didn't react to as expected.

When Dion first attempted to do this, he felt Andre stiffen and clamp his
sphincter around his probing digit, but after a couple of seconds Andre
began to relax and allowed Dion to have his way.  Before long, Andre was
groaning madly, as Dion taught him the joys that leathery organ could
elicit, and once he experienced the pleasures of this multiple stimulation,
Andre was totally into it.  Energetically, he thrust his hips upward and
drove his dick deep into Dion's gullet, as he tried to gain some control
over what was happening to him.

After a few minutes of this multifaceted approach, Andre's body tensed and
his cock pulsed forcefully, multiple times.  Dion knew what this meant and
prepared himself, just as the strands of pearly, white liquid erupted from
the tiny opening and filled his throat.  Dion swallowed quickly, while
continuing his suction on Andre's throbbing cock, until it surrendered
every drop of cream it had to offer.  Once Andre was completely drained,
the boys lay side by side, recuperating from this wonderful experience.

On the other side of the bed, Cole and Ivan weren't in as big a hurry as
the other pair.  Cole decided to pleasure his guest first and positioned
Ivan on the bed, so he was prone, but with his head and shoulders propped
up on two pillows.  Once Ivan was comfortable, Cole crawled between Ivan's
legs and gently forced him to spread them apart, so he could fit his upper
torso in the area in between.

Once that was accomplished, Cole began to lick Ivan's sac and shaft, which
caused Ivan's penis to rise to its full length.  Cole had plenty of
experience with natural cocks, since he'd spent time with Graham and some
of his other uncircumcised brothers, so he had a good idea about what Ivan
might enjoy.

Ivan did not have a very long foreskin, so the head of his cock was
partially exposed when erect.  Seeing this, Cole swirled his tongue over
and around the glans that was peeking through, which sent shivers
throughout his partner's body.  Ivan was groaning from this attention,
which almost sounded as if he were humming some unnamed tune, and his hips
were bouncing off of the mattress, as he tried to entice Cole to take his
entire tool into his mouth.  Cole resisted the not so subtle offer for a
while longer, as he slid lower and continued to bathe Ivan's nads in his
saliva.  Gradually, he began to suck on the watery melons hidden within
that fleshy sac, which only increased Ivan's desire to get his rocks off.

At this point, Ivan wrapped his legs behind Cole's back, so Cole couldn't
change his mind and leave him in the middle of all this pleasure.  What
Ivan didn't realize was, he had nothing to worry about, since Cole had no
intention of stopping now.  Instead, Cole slowly lifted up and tightened
his lips around Ivan's foreskin, so he could slowly push it back and fully
expose the reddened knob.

Cole let his lips and tongue delicately glide around the sensitive crown,
which caused Ivan to tremble slightly from the stimulation.  Then Cole sunk
his mouth over the rigid pole and let it all slide through the opening and
into his throat.  Ivan had anticipated this action and instinctively arched
his back, which drove his penis totally within Cole's oral orifice.  Ivan
groaned even louder this time, as he felt his firm tool totally enveloped
within the warm, moist lining of Cole's cheeks, and then he began to coo,
as Cole worked on him in earnest.

Now that Cole had the entire organ in his mouth, he established a rhythm
and began to nod up and down on Ivan's slender shaft.  Cole would suck on
every upstroke, to increase stimulation on Ivan's dick, and gradually
brought his partner closer and closer to orgasm with every movement of his
head.

Bucking under Cole's determined effort, it wasn't long before Ivan reached
the point where he knew he was going to ejaculate soon.  Seeking the
mind-blowing sensations that accompany such a powerful release, Ivan thrust
his hips more forcefully in and out of Cole's mouth, literally begging his
partner to finish him off as quickly as possible.

Surprisingly, Cole didn't mind Ivan's aggressiveness or the pressure to
finish him off.  In an effort to make this happen, Cole began to massage
Ivan's scrotum. It was his way of giving him even more pleasure and Cole
felt this might send Ivan over the edge a little more quickly and cause him
to spew.

Within a very short time after this effort began, Ivan was filling Cole's
mouth with the creamy sauce his body was producing.  As Ivan's testicles
released his baby- maker shake, he began to swoon in total bliss.  He was
awash in the deluge of feelings coursing through his body from this awesome
climax, before he collapsed from this mind-blowing release.

Once Ivan's body relinquished the remaining contents of his testicles into
his willing partner, he lay motionless against the pillows, still lost in
the lingering delights of this wonderful experience, before it became just
another dull and distant memory.  He was trying to note every detail of
this encounter, because it had been one of the best, if not the best,
sexual experience he'd ever had.

Cole was inwardly pleased with himself, knowing he had just brought a great
deal of enjoyment to his temporary partner, but now he was also in need of
some relief.  After observing Ivan, Cole concluded it would take some time
for him to recover from his orgasmic high, while also admitting he couldn't
wait very long under the circumstances.  He was already quite aroused, so
he decided to see if could speed up the process.

Slowly, Cole crawled forward on the bed, until he could straddle Ivan's
chest with his legs, and then provocatively began to touch his dick against
Ivan's lips.  He wasn't trying to force Ivan into doing something he wasn't
ready for, but hoped Ivan would become alert enough to take the hint and
help him out.  Fortunately for Cole, Ivan had recovered sufficiently enough
to react.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what Cole wanted and Ivan was eager
to return the favor.  Slowly, he parted his lips and allowed Cole's mast to
slip past them and over his tongue, and then he began to apply as much
suction as he could to Cole's penis.  Cole immediately gave in to the
cravings of his body and began to thrust his erection in and out of Ivan's
experienced mouth.  His pace was quite energetic, right from the start,
which was unusual for him.  However, the time he spent pleasing Ivan and
watching the other pair had worked him up into such an aroused state that,
this time, he sought rapid relief.

Ivan didn't try to slow Cole's fairly aggressive tactics and, instead, let
him continue, as he desired.  Ivan knew how it felt to be in that much
need, since he'd just experienced it himself, so he did his best to bring
his host some satisfaction.  It took only another minute or so of this
hectic effort before Cole was spewing his own baby seed into Ivan's throat.
Once Cole had been drained of his fluids, he then collapsed on top of his
counterpart, totally spent from the effort.

Ivan was unfazed by what happened and gently rolled Cole off of him.  After
Cole was lying comfortably on the bed, Ivan eased his body around, so he
and Cole were in position to lie beside the other pair.  Now that the four
of them were lying side-by- side, they slept peacefully throughout the
remainder of the evening.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 6 by BW                    
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 6 -- Two Rickys.                 

The next day, I got up very early, so I would have everything ready by the
time the boys came down to eat.  There was some joking around at the
breakfast table, concerning some of the activities that took place the
night before, but it was basically innocuous.  For the most part, the
teasing was about the amount of noise various groups made or the types of
activities they were suspected to have been a part of.  This elicited a few
chuckles and snickers, but overall the boys were getting on extremely well
with each other and no one got upset over the mild barbs and good-natured
ribbing.

Once the boys had finished eating, Nigel, Jake and I hustled them along, so
we could take them for their next outing.  After making sure everyone had
dressed in the types of clothing they would wear for work or play, I began
receiving more than a few confused looks.  This was due to the fact that
for our other excursions I had insisted the boys dressed fairly nicely.
Even though this type of garb might be more comfortable for them, they knew
it was not the caliber of attire I would have normally made them don,
especially for something I had planned.  After many questions and comments
about it, which we adults deflected without giving up any additional
information, the boys finally let the matter drop.

As we exited the house, we quickly split the boys into two groups and
loaded the first into the van.  The other group then got into the Suburban,
and we started out, driving toward the more rural part of the county.  I
think by the time we were partway to our destination, most of my boys had
figured out we were going to the Beckers' farm, but didn't divulge this
information to Nigel's group.

When we arrived, we were greeted by a very hyper Little Ricky, who was
bouncing around so much that his parents had all they could do, just to
keep him out of harm's way.  When the vehicles finally came to a stop, he
raced over and threw my door open, so he could climb onto my lap.

"Hi, Uncle Pop.  I sure have missed you," he announced, in his sincerest
voice.  However, just watching his expressions and sensing his hyper state,
I found it difficult not to think about his namesake.  Little Ricky and my
Ricky were so much alike, with their never-fading grins, unabashed
enthusiasm and devilish appeal, that I could no longer look at one without
instantly being reminded of the other.

"Hi, Ricky, and I sure have missed you too," I replied, which earned me a
hug.  "It's almost like having my own Ricky back home for the day, just a
younger version."

Although I hadn't consciously thought about how he might react to my
comment, it did have a positive effect.  It caused Little Ricky to flash me
a huge grin.  That told me he considered my remark to be the best
compliment I could have given him.  I wasn't really surprised by this,
especially since I knew how much he idolized his older counterpart.  In
fact, I could clearly tell he thought it was great that I had acknowledged
the fact they were so much alike.

Energized by my words, as if he needed anything to make him more
hyperactive, he pulled me from the driver's seat and dragged me over to his
parents.  Although they were anxiously telling him to take it easy and
warning that he could dislocate my shoulder while tugging on me in that
manner, he didn't let up.  As he dragged me forward, he loudly announced
what I had said to him a few seconds earlier.

This pronouncement caused his parents to chuckle and acknowledge they had
often thought the same thing.  Then we good-naturedly joked that it might
be best if we banned the addition of any more young men sharing this name.
The Beckers even went as far as to suggest that maybe we should ban the use
of the name altogether, if it caused the bearer to be so hyper and
mischievous.  Little Ricky heard everything we said and flashed us his
pouty expression in response.  He did this to make us believe we had just
hurt his feelings, although we were all pretty sure he was inwardly pleased
by the attention and the comparison.

When the discussion died out, I exchanged belated greetings with the
Beckers and then introduced them to Nigel.  Once they had a chance to chat
briefly, I had Nigel introduce his boys, so he could control how much
information was shared.

Once this had been completed, I explained to our visitors about the
connection between the Beckers and Curries.  After they understood our
bond, I announced we were here to assist them with the farm work and
explained the Beckers were in desperate need of help to get things done.
After some minor grumbling from our guests about having to work on their
'holiday,' I told them we'd more than make it up to them later, but I
wasn't about to abandon our friends when they need help.  I then explained
to the Barstows that the adults would make all the decisions concerning who
would work with whom and which type of chores they'd do.

Nigel's boys calmed down quickly after learning the facts and were no
longer upset with this idea.  My boys helped by telling their guests they
knew me well enough to know that I'd keep my promise and repay them with
some additional fun and other rewards for their efforts.

With this in mind, everyone took this unexpected task in stride and
listened carefully, as we discussed the types of jobs that needed to be
done.  Once this had been accomplished, we sent the six oldest boys out
with Mr. Becker, to help in the fields.  He had finished doing the first
cut of hay a couple of days earlier and had finished raking it just before
we got there, so now he was ready to bale it and store it in his mow.

Mr. Becker still used a fairly old fashioned baler, one that produced
rectangular bales weighing between 50 and 100 pounds each, depending upon
how he set the tension on the twine.  The boys would ride behind him in the
hay wagon, so they could take the bales off of the baler and stack them.
When the hay wagon was full, they would return to the barn and unload the
bales onto the escalator, which took them up into the loft.

Some of the other boys would be assigned there, to take the bales and stack
them for later use.  That group now listened attentively as Mr. Becker
carefully explained how to stack the bales with the cut side up, so they
wouldn't mold and then did as instructed.  It was tough, dirty work, but my
fitness buffs and Nigel's older sons seemed to enjoy the physical
challenge, so each of them took part without complaint.

Little Ricky took the next group with him into the barn, where he and some
of my boys who had done this before showed Nigel's boys how to milk the
cows.  This was all done by hand at first, until they got the idea, and
then Little Ricky showed them how the milking machines could be used to do
it much faster.  The best thing was, each step gave the boys a chance to
see and do something new.

The last group consisted of the youngest boys, who went with Mrs. Becker to
feed the chickens, slop the hogs and collect the eggs.  When those two
groups were done with their chores, they helped Little Ricky release the
cows out into pasture, before cleaning up the barn and shoveling out the
manure.

Each of the groups finished up their duties just before lunchtime, so we
sent them off with Little Ricky to take a quick dip in the pond.  We gave
them a few bars of Ivory soap, a bottle of shampoo and some towels to take
with them, so they could wash thoroughly before the meal.  We warned them
not to take too long, because the food would be ready in about half an
hour.  I was worried they might start messing around with each other at the
pond and forget to return quickly, which would lead to them holding up the
meal.  Not only that, but they would also delay the rest of the days work,
which would mean we wouldn't be able to accomplish all the tasks we needed
to do before we left.

Just to prod them a little more, we told them we'd start eating whether
they were back or not, so if they wanted to get their fill, they'd best
return on time.  Taking our warning seriously, we nearly buckled over in
fits of laughter as we watched the boys sprint toward the pond.  It
appeared none of them wanted to miss out on getting his share of the chow
and were intent on doing this as quickly as they could.

Once they'd all stripped down, I was advised that Little Ricky had a good
time checking out all the new bodies, but was able to control himself and
not start anything with any of them.  They still had a good time bathing in
the pond and tossing the bars of Ivory soap around for everyone to use, but
they were more careful passing around the bottle of shampoo.  They didn't
want to drop and lose it at the bottom of the pond and then have to dive to
retrieve it.  The boys did manage to complete the task within the time
limit, and once they got out and dried off, they dressed and raced back in
to join the rest of us for lunch.

Jake, Nigel and I had stayed back with Mr. and Mrs. Becker, to help them
prepare the meal for this hungry crew.  After washing up quickly, we
convinced Mrs. Becker to let us utilize some of the goodies we had brought
with us, so we wouldn't use up all of their supplies.

Although Mrs. Becker had previously prepared some of the dishes while the
rest of us were out doing the other chores, there was still much to do.  We
all knew how much growing boys are able to eat, especially when they've
been working hard, so we planned on preparing enough food so everyone could
have their fill.

The first thing Nigel, Jake and I did was to set up a few portable tables,
next to the Beckers' picnic table, to accommodate this large group.  Once
that task was finished, we went back into the house, to work on the meal.

Since Mrs. Becker had already done so much, Jake and I suggested we'd take
charge of preparing the hamburgers, hot dogs and sausages.  We took the
large cooler we had brought with us, which contained the meat, and carried
it outside to the grill.  While we preparing the meat, Nigel set out the
disposable dishes, paper napkins and plastic eating utensils, before
carrying out some of the serving dishes.

When the boys returned, we all sat down to eat, but still took time to say
grace first.  Within seconds after saying 'Amen,' however, the platters and
bowls of food began their whirlwind trek around the tables.  The boys
eagerly helped themselves, but then passed the dish on, without being
greedy.  Once everyone had their plates loaded with a variety of items,
they emptied them with equal gusto.

After they had devoured everything on their plates, we advised them they
could take seconds, which they did without hesitation. The rest of us
watched in awe as they refilled their plates, with nearly as much food as
they had already eaten, and then a few of them even returned again, for
third helpings.  It didn't take long before nearly every edible item within
reach had disappeared.  Fortunately, we adults were smart enough to get our
fill on the first go around, since we guessed nothing would be left setting
around for very long.

While we were helping to clean up and putting things away, Mr. Becker was
busy making a few phone calls.  What we didn't know was, he was arranging
for his friends and neighbors, in each direction, to bring their horses
over after lunch.  After all the animals arrived, Mr. Becker and Little
Ricky took turns taking groups of boys out for rides around the farm on
horseback, while the rest of us relaxed and waited for our turns.

This gave us a chance to regain our strength and not have to work in the
midday heat, but we knew we'd be heading back out to the fields and various
other locations by late afternoon.  This period of down time was a blessing
and came about as the result of having so many to do the work.  This meant,
everything got done much more quickly than it normally would, which left
this time for the boys to play and have some fun.

Once everyone had their ride, we went back out to the various locations and
finished the chores.  The older boys returned to the fields and completed
the haying, while the middle group cleaned out the chicken coop and did the
second milking.  The younger boys helped Mrs. Becker pick vegetables from
the garden, and then she taught them how to clean and prepare these items
for the evening meal.

After all of the chores were done and the last load of hay had been stacked
in the barn, Mr. Becker sent everyone out for another dip in the pond.
This would not only allow them an opportunity to clean up, but it would
also give them a chance to cool down and work the kinks out of their tired
muscles.  Mr. Becker realized these boys were not accustomed to such
physical work and their muscles might be sore after the hard day they put
in, so he felt the warm water in the pond would be just what the doctor
ordered.

Although I'm fairly certain he and his wife understood the boys would be
skinny- dipping, I doubted they were aware of what other activities might
be going on as well.  Nigel, Jake and I weren't quite as naïve and
suspected this outing might lead to some sexual hijinks, although these
activities would be limited in scope.

Since Little Ricky was comfortable going au naturel in front of us, he made
sure to invite Nigel, Jake and me to join them.  We readily accepted and
were immensely glad we did.  It was a sight to behold, as all those sweaty
bodies shed their clothes and went running as fast as they could to leap
into the water for a swim.  The three of us also shed what we were wearing,
but we waded out into the pond to swim a bit, before we bathed too.

The boys had a great time in the water and often pulled us adults into the
activities they thought up.  However, we didn't have the stamina they did,
so Nigel, Jake and I got out and laid in the sun to dry, while continuing
to watch the boys as we did so.  Once we were dry, we went back in to the
farmhouse, to help prepare the evening meal, which left the boys to their
own devices.

I understand that after we left, Little Ricky talked two of Nigel's younger
sons, Will (14) and Andre (15) into fooling around with him.  They went
behind some trees and jacked or sucked each other off and didn't come out
again until each of them had cum at least once.

My boys also told me how amazed they were by how Little Ricky had filled
out since our last visit.  After I explained that's what good, hard work
could do for the body, they wondered if maybe they should come back to help
out more often.

The boys stayed at the pond for nearly another hour, before we started
honking a couple of the car horns.  This was a signal the Beckers' used to
let them know it was time to come back in.

While we waited, Jake, Nigel and I began to stack some of the wood
Mr. Becker had cut from a tree that had rotted and constructed a rather
substantial woodpile.  We did this so we could have a bonfire later.  We
thought the boys would enjoy toasting marshmallows and making smores after
it got dark and a bonfire is always a nice way to end the day.

For those of you who have never had the privilege of enjoying a smore, they
consist of two graham crackers, a chocolate bar and one or more
marshmallows.  The chocolate bar is placed on top of one of the graham
crackers, and then a toasted marshmallow is placed on top of that, before
being covered by the second graham cracker.  They are extremely good and
kids generally love them, so we thought this would be a good treat for the
boys.

Once they returned from bathing, they were hungrier than ever, so we
allowed them to fill up their plates.  Eagerly, they selected what they
wanted from all the different foods we had set out for them.  Fortunately,
I had brought enough steaks and chicken marinated in barbecue sauce so
everyone could enjoy some of each.  Once again, our young bottomless pits
managed to polish off every morsel in sight.  They ate not only the meat,
but also devoured the corn on the cob and fresh peas and carrots from the
Becker's garden.  They left nothing but crumbs and scraps in their wake,
which also meant there were no leftovers to put away.

After throwing away the disposable items and washing up the serving dishes,
we waited for it to get dark, so we could light the bonfire.  As soon as
the fire was going, we allowed the boys to toast their marshmallows and
make their own smores, which was another new treat for Nigel's boys.

After we finished eating the smores, I told a couple of ghost stories as we
sat around the fire, but unfortunately I hadn't had a chance to set up any
special effects this time.  However, I think my tales proved to be more
than sufficient to unsettle Little Ricky, a portion of Nigel's gang and
some of my younger sons -- but that wasn't all.  Once I'd finished, many of
the older boys had fun trying to scare the pants off of the aforementioned
group by pulling various pranks, so I think that was more than enough for
those who were spooked by my stories.

When it was time to load the boys back into the vehicles and head home, we
thanked the Beckers for the wonderful experience and great day.  We also
gave Little Ricky our own special good byes, before I pulled them to the
side and invited all of them to join us on another visit to New York City.
The Beckers politely thanked us for the offer, but explained they wouldn't
be able to take time off from the farm at this time of year.  There was too
much to do and their neighbors had enough of their own work, so they
wouldn't be able to help.  They said they'd regrettably have to pass, but
did agree to cover Little Ricky's chores, if he wanted to go with us.

Hearing this, Little Ricky started jumping around and whooping it up,
before giving his parents hugs and kisses for doing this for him.  Then he
moved off to make his own plans with the other boys.

Once he'd settled down and walked away, I pulled the Beckers aside, so I
could tell them about our other plans, including the trip to the naturist
camp.  I informed them that Little Ricky was welcome to join us for all or
part of the activities we had planned for Nigel's stay, if that met with
their approval.  I also offered to bring my family out again, one or more
times, to help them get ahead with their work, so they wouldn't fall behind
while he was gone.

Although they were very religious people and a bit surprised about the
mention of the naturist camp, they agreed that Little Ricky loved to run
around with as little clothing on as possible.  He had filled them in on
some of the stories about his stay at the group home, as well as letting
them know how my boys enjoyed going naked around our house.  He also told
them how much he liked skinny-dipping with them in the pond, so they said
they wouldn't mind and would ask him what he wanted to do.

They then went on to add that even though they might not do anything of
that nature themselves, they were willing to let their son make his own
decision.  They said they would talk it over with him in private, after we
left, and would then call me tomorrow, to let me know what he'd decided.

Now that it was settled, we said our final good-byes, loaded everyone into
the vehicles and started off for home.  Most of the boys were pretty
exhausted from the hard day's work, but each of them readily admitted he'd
had a wonderful time.

The ride back was pretty quiet, seeing some of the boys dozed and the
others just talked quietly or looked out the windows.  The drive seemed to
go by quickly and it wasn't long before we were pulling into our driveway.
After waking up those who'd slept on the way back, we all dragged into the
house.  Many of the boys opted to turn in early, although a few of them did
stay up to watch a movie on television first.  A couple of hours later, the
house became really quiet and it stayed that way for the rest of the
evening.

The next day I received my call from the Beckers, during which they advised
me that Little Ricky definitely was eager to go to New York City again.
Not only that, be he also wanted to join us for our visit to the naturist
camp.  While Mr. Becker was informing me about this, I could hear Little
Ricky in the background, teasing to talk to me.  After I finished telling
Mr. Becker that we'd pick Little Ricky up on Friday, he handed the phone to
his excited son.

"Uncle Pop?" an exuberant voice squeaked out.

"Yes, Ricky, it's me," I confirmed.

"Thanks for inviting me to go with you," he said.  "My parents told me all
about it.  I didn't think they'd let me go someplace where they knew I'd be
running around naked, but they said it was up to me and they trusted you,
so I want to go there too."

"Okay, and I thought you might," I conceded.  "We'll pick you up on our way
through on Friday, so you make sure you're packed and ready to go.  Okay?"

"Oh, yeah!" he said, excitedly.  "I'll be packed by Thursday and will be
waiting on the porch for you on Friday."

"All right, just don't get too excited," I teased.  "I don't want you
passing out before we get there.  We'll be arriving around 6:00 Friday
morning, but I want you to make sure you give your parents a special thank
you for letting you do this and for doing your chores while you're away."

"OH, I will, and thanks again, Uncle Pop," he added.

I hung up, but continued to smile for many minutes afterward.  That was one
excited boy, and so much like my own Ricky.  I just wish he were here to
join in the fun too.

Well, everything was set now, so we just had to bide our time until Friday.
While I waited for the big day to arrive, I continued going about my normal
activities and regularly checked my email.  Eventually, I discovered
another message from my Ricky.


Hey, Dad,

Sorry I haven't written for a while, but I've been really busy.  Things are
going great over here.  I really like my classes, and I've been learning a
lot, but I've been having some fun too.  I've been seeing a lot of Kylie
and we went to a dance together.  I think she likes me, because she even
asked me over to get to know the rents better.  I'm supposed to go to her
house this Sunday for dinner, after church.  I'm not really comfortable
around her mom and dad, but I like being with her, so I guess I'll do it.
Wish me luck.

Peter and I have been getting along great too, but he's starting to get
even with me for all the pranks I've pulled on him.  The other night I came
home a little late and he was already in bed, so I slipped into the room
quietly and didn't turn on the light, because I didn't want to wake him.
When I slid under the covers, my mattress crashed to the floor.  He had
taken out two of the slats that held everything up, and then arranged the
other two slats so they would give way, once my weight was on them.  When I
turned on the light to fix my bed, Peter was laughing hysterically.

Although I was really pissed, I just went over and began to tickle him for
doing that.  I realize some of my brothers could have hurt me for some of
the thing I've done, but they never did, so I didn't want to do that to
Peter either.  I did want to get back at him, so that's why I tickled him,
but now I've got to think of something else to do to him, to get even.

The problem is, that's not the only thing he's done.  Another time, when we
were planning to go out and play soccer with his friends, he did something
else.  I had left my stuff on the bed, while I ran to the toilet, and when
I came back, I just quickly put them on.  I didn't think anything about it
until we met up with his mates.  Wow, look at that!  I'm even beginning to
talk like them.  I've never used the word 'mates' before I came over here.
Hehehe

Anyway, when we started running around, I noticed my balls felt as if they
were on fire.  When I mentioned this to one of the other guys, he just
started laughing and told me it sounded as if Peter had pulled the old
liniment trick on me.  He then explained that Peter had most likely put
some liniment in my underwear when I wasn't around, and then once I started
running and sweating, the combination of moisture and liniment created an
extreme burning sensation in that area.

Man, by the time I got home, my balls were really red and sore, so I took
my stuff off and jumped in the shower to wash it off.  That was another
mistake.  The water made it burn even worse, so I jumped out and grabbed my
towel, so I could wipe it off instead.  That helped some, but that area
still felt very warm and tender afterward.  Damn, my balls were still sore
two days later and they still aren't back to normal.  Don't worry, though,
I'll get even with him for that too.

Well, Dad, I still like it over here, but I miss all of you.  Tell my
brothers I said hi and let them know I miss each of them.  I hope you all
miss me too.  See you next year.

Your bestest son, Ricky



By the time I had finished reading his email, I knew Ricky had met his
match in Peter.  Finally, there was a boy who was willing to give back as
much as he got on the receiving end of Ricky's stunts.  Besides, it gave me
a good chuckle knowing he wasn't passively accepting Ricky's abuse.

I zipped off a quick email in reply, telling Ricky that Peter was only
paying him back for all the pranks he had pulled on him, before advising
him to consider the score even and move on.  Even though I suggested it, I
knew Ricky would ignore my advice, so I realized I'd be hearing about even
more pranks in the future.


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