Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 10:10:48 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 7, chapter 5 - 6

The Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening --Book 7 - by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 5 -- Yellowstone.

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

The next morning we got up early, ate quickly and started off on the next
leg of our trip.  There was a great deal planned for today, so I made
certain we got as early a start as possible.  We began by checking out the
'Fishing Cone,' which is really a geyser out in the lake.  It is reported
you can catch and cook your fish while it is still on the hook, by holding
it over the cone.  Although this geyser doesn't erupt frequently, a
fisherman was badly burned in 1921 when he was caught standing too close to
the cone when it did erupt.

"Damn, can you imagine how hot it must get, if it can cook a fish?" Dustin
asked, astounded.

"Hot enough that I want to stay clear of it," Ricky announced, "just in
case one of you gets the idea to steam me, as repayment for the pranks I've
pulled on you."

This got everyone laughing, although a few of the boys stopped quickly and
agreed it might not be such a bad idea.  A few seconds later, I noticed
Ricky moving away from the assenters, just in case they were seriously
thinking about getting even with him.

After leaving the fishing cone, we got back on the bus and traveled beside
the crystal clear Yellowstone Lake.  It is twenty miles long, fourteen
miles wide, has a maximum depth of 320 feet and is surrounded by scattered
stands of fir and spruce trees.  The view was breathtaking, especially when
you can see the snow-capped peaks of the Absaroka Mountains looming up
behind it, in the east.

Along the way, we also got to see the 'Natural Bridge', which is a rocky
formation that extends between two hills.  The bridge is forty feet high,
spans an area of thirty feet and even has trees growing upon it.  As we
examined the formation, I couldn't help but feel I was looking at a great
arch of a Roman aqueduct, even though this was a natural formation and not
man-made.  While it was impressive, it was not something we spent a great
deal of time admiring.

>From there, we went to the 'Fishing Bridge,' which is a man-made structure
at the junction of the East Entrance and Grand Loop Roads.  In the early
days of the park it became a prime fishing spot, because it's situated at
the outlet of Yellowstone Lake.  At one time, the bridge would have been
lined on both sides with anglers trying to land the 'big one.'

"We've got some fishing gear on the bus," Pat reminded me.  "Do you think
we could get it and come back later?"

"Our schedule is too tight and won't allow it," I told him, "but you will
have plenty of time to fish on the second leg of the vacation, if you're so
inclined."  My response seemed to pacify him, so we moved on.

Next, we made our way to check out the 'Mud Volcano,' and its two most
popular features, the 'Dragon's Mouth' and the 'Black Dragon's Caldron.'
Although mud is no longer thrown great distances from the 'Mud Volcano's'
massive crater and it has been ages since it has rumbled to announce an
eruption, it is still a place of wonder and awe.

One of its features, 'Dragon's Mouth,' got its name from the steaming,
bubbling mass of gray mud and lapping water that seems to constantly spew
from the opening.

"You know," Dion said, while looking at the bubbling brew, "if you forgot
for a minute that dragons are only in fairy tales, you could almost picture
one lying underneath the surface and waiting to rise up, so it could devour
anyone who got close enough."

"Well, we're close enough," Cole remarked, "so I'm glad it's only in your
imagination."

"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't," Dion shot back, hoping to unnerve one of
the others by this banter.

"Hey, there aren't any real dragons," Andrew announced, emphatically.

"At least none that you've seen," Trey added, playing along.  "Maybe it's
because they hide under the mud when people are around and only come out
when they have a chance to eat one, which leaves no witnesses."  Trey
laughed manically after saying this, which provoked some of the others into
a brief round of laughter.

The other feature, "Black Dragon's Caldron,' literally exploded onto the
scene in 1948, when it blew trees out by their roots and coated the
surrounding forest with mud.  Now, as you stand there and watch the mud
constantly bubbling in the mucous-like slop, you can almost envision those
air pockets being the result of the dragon's breath, as it was forced from
its lungs in a mighty exhale.

"There's a whole family of dragons in there," Brandon announced, as he
joined the fun.  "If you see one of them rise up, get out of the way fast,
before you get blasted with his breath of fire."

"Oh, me likes roasted hobbit and young boys," Shannon teased, in his best
Gollum voice.  This made me suspect he'd seen the 'Lord of the Rings'
trilogy one too many times.

Moving on, we passed through Hayden Valley, which is one of the prime
habitats in the continental United States for grizzlies, bison, elk and
other species of wildlife.  The area is inspiring in its bucolic splendor
and gives you a feeling for what the Native Americans and early settlers
would have seen, prior to the beginning of the twentieth century.  No
wonder the Native Americans fought so hard to maintain their right to roam
freely about this magnificent part of our nation.

"Where are all the animals?" Andrew wondered.

"Yeah, I'd love to see a grizzly," Graham added.

"I've got an idea," Frankie replied.  "We'll let you off the bus and you
can wait around until one wanders by.  If it doesn't eat you or chase you
all the way back to where we're staying, we'll pick you up when we come
through later."

This caused Graham to give Frankie a menacing look, before he coyly flashed
him the finger.  Graham was mildly upset that Frankie was making fun of
him, but was smart enough to realize he wasn't serious.  However, the other
boys were too busy chuckling to notice Graham's reaction.

It was nearly noontime when we reached our next destination, so we got out
the picnic lunches the staff at the lodge had prepared for us.  While we
ate, we also made a detailed inspection of the Hidden Valley canyon area.

"Hey, Graham, over here," Ricky shouted.  "There's a grizzly looking for
lunch too."

"You're kind of scrawny, but I'm sure you'll do in a pinch," Peter added,
playing along.

"Very funny," Graham shot back, "but I'm sure it would enjoy the two of you
more."

"Hey, we're not the ones looking for bears," Ricky countered.  "We'll leave
that for you."  The teasing stopped after this last comment, although
Graham shot off a few icy glares and gave each of them the finger, while
making certain neither Jake nor I noticed what he was doing.

When we finished our lunch, I made certain no one left any garbage behind,
since I didn't want anything to detract from the awesome beauty of the
area.  Even though some people think the trash they discard will degrade
over time, that doesn't happen quickly.  In the meantime, the unsightly
appearance of the litter detracts from the splendor of the landscape and
ruins the experience for everyone.

Now that we had disposed of our garbage, we turned our attention to 'The
Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone,' as it is known.  It is twenty miles long,
from the Upper Falls to the Lower Falls, varies in depth from 800 to 1,200
feet and has a width of between 1,500 to 4,000 feet.  The Upper Falls has a
drop of 109-feet, and the Lower Falls, which is downstream from the first,
has a drop of 308-feet.  The canyon was actually quite spectacular, but
since my family had already visited the Grand Canyon, it didn't hold their
interest for as long as it might have under different circumstances.  Peter
enjoyed it though and that alone was worth the time we spent there.

"I can't imagine how marvelous the Grand Canyon must be," Peter stated,
amazed, "since this place is really aces.  We don't have anything like it
in Australia."

In response to his comment, the boys told him a little about our trip to
the Grand Canyon.  They readily gave him their impressions of what it was
like, compared to what he had just seen.  They also told him about riding
the mules into the canyon, which astounded Peter even more.

"Weren't you scared your mule might slip and both of you would fall to your
death?" he gasped.

"Nah, they're really surefooted," Ricky replied, "and aren't anything like
Jay.  If he'd have been walking, I think we'd have had to make him wear a
safety harness, with a rope attached, or he would have been a goner for
sure."  The boys roared after Ricky said this and, fortunately, Jay wasn't
with us to hear this comment.  He had wanted to come, but his family had
other plans, which they wanted him to be part of.  That's the reason he
wasn't with us on this particular outing.

>From there, we made our way to our final stop, Tower Falls.  It makes a
132-foot drop from Tower Creek and is framed by eroded volcanic pinnacles.
This falls has been a documented feature of the region, ever since the time
when the Indians and earliest Europeans first saw it and is also one of the
most recognizable sites.  It has inspired many artists and Thomas Moran's
painting of it played a crucial role in the establishment of Yellowstone
National Park in 1872.

Once our sightseeing was done for the day, we made our way to the Silver
Gate Cabins, in Silver Gate, Montana, which is just outside the northeast
entrance to the park.  When we talked it over earlier, the boys decided
they didn't want to schedule any other activities for the evening and
preferred to be responsible for entertaining themselves.  Jake and I gave
them our consent and looked forward to just kicking back and relaxing on
our own.  The only thing we did as a group was go out to eat and then Jake
and I went back to our cabin and stayed there until the following morning.

We also decided not to bother checking on the boys, since most of them were
old enough to take care of themselves and the older ones had also agreed to
look after the others.  We just asked them to stay in groups of at least
three again, and once they agreed, we left them to enjoy their time alone.

The only one I was mildly concerned about was Andrew, because he was
considerably smaller than the others and seemed more vulnerable.  Even
though Sammy and Graham aren't very big either, Andrew was also more
friendly and trusting than the others.  Even after what happened to him in
the men's room in Houston, he was still a happy-go-lucky kid who was
willing to help others in need.  For this reason, I'd asked several of the
others to help keep an eye on him.

I also had some concerns about Peter's safety, since he hadn't been in the
States for very long.  However, I knew he'd be staying near Ricky, so that
relieved most of my doubts.  Ricky was more than a match for anyone, not
physically, but mentally.  Since there would also be a third person in
their group, I knew anyone confronting them would end up worse for the
encounter than they did.

For the first time in ages, Jake and I got to spend time alone, so we
planned to use it to our advantage.  Unfortunately, we realized we often
took each other for granted and let our duties to the family and our jobs
come first.  This usually meant we didn't get any quality time alone, so
now was the perfect chance to make up for lost opportunities and explore
our love.

For Jake, however, there was another reason for wanting this time alone.
He was still feeling guilty thinking he was the cause of the estrangement
between my older children and me, and no matter how much I tried to
convince him it was their problem and not his, he still didn't buy in to my
argument.  Knowing what he was thinking, I was determined to prove that I
didn't feel that way.  I wanted to convince him the rift with my older
children didn't matter and it was more their loss than mine.

It was a great evening!  Even though we spent much of it just relaxing,
listening to music and enjoying each other's company, we did find more than
enough time for a leisurely romp in the hay.  Both of us were quite
refreshed and in a great mood by morning.

When it was time for us to hook-up with our personal version of Boys Town
again, we were also rearing to go.  We were even a little impatient and
even slightly annoyed as we waited for the boys to join us for breakfast.
Some of them weren't moving very quickly, so I took it they had stayed up
later than the rest of us, who knows doing what.  Therefore, they weren't
ready when Jake and I went around to make sure they were up and getting
dressed.  Nonetheless, they were now with us in body, even if they appeared
to still be half asleep.

After breakfast, we began our Mammoth Hot Springs tour, beginning at
Liberty Cap.  This is a 37-foot hot spring cone and marks the northern
portion of the Mammoth Hot Springs area.  It got its name in 1871, from the
Hayden survey party, because of its remarkable resemblance to the peaked
caps worn during the French Revolution.  It was formed from a hot spring
whose internal pressure was sufficient to send the water to great heights
and allowed the mineral deposits to continually build for hundreds of
years.

>From there we moved to Opal Terrace, which is across the street from the
Liberty Cap.  Opal Springs flows from the base of Capital Hill and became
active in 1926, after years of lying dormant.  It deposits up to one foot
of travertine each year and is, therefore, continually expanding in size.

>From there we went to Minerva Spring, which is another of the favorite
attractions.  This isn't only due to its wide range of bright colors, but
also for its ornate travertine formations.  In the early 1900's this spring
went completely dry, but by 1951 reports began to show that Minerva was
active again.

"I think this area is gay friendly," Brandon announced, playfully, which
caused the others to look at him quizzically.  For that reason, he decided
to explain.

"All the different colors made it resemble a huge rainbow flag, so I
figured it had to be a gay friendly area."  Once they caught on to what he
was insinuating, the others began to laugh and make comments of their own.

After seeing several other minor attractions in between, we came to Orange
Spring Mound.  It's the bacteria and algae that thrive in the mound that
created its recognizable color.  This has built up over the years until it
now completely engulfs some of the trees growing there.

"Man, this is a new one for me," Pat quipped.  "Orange trees.  I wonder why
my biology teacher never told us about these?"

"There are orange trees in Florida," Andrew replied, innocently.

"Not trees that grow oranges," Pat informed him, "but trees that ARE
orange."

Catching Pat's drift, Andrew merely uttered a weak, "Oh!"

>From there, we moved on to see the rest of the attractions in the loop,
before we stopped for lunch.  Once we'd finished, we made our way to the
Norris Geyser Basin.

Norris is the hottest, oldest and most dynamic of Yellowstone's thermal
areas.  The highest temperature ever recorded there was in a scientific
drill hole, which was measured at 459 degrees F (237 degrees C).  This was
recorded 1,087-feet (326 meters) below the surface.  We took a walking tour
of the area and saw many extraordinary sights, with the most impressive
being Steamboat Geyser.  It is the tallest and spews to a height of between
300 to 400 feet, and Echinus Geyser is the most acidic, with a pH of 3.5.
It only erupts to a height of 75-feet, every 25 to 45 minutes.

Just after we left Norris, we stopped to see the Artist Paint Pots, which
is a lovely thermal area.  We followed the one-mile loop, which took us by
a colorful hot spring and two large mud pots.

"Andrew, we don't have time for you to stop and paint," Sammy teased, but
Andrew didn't catch on right away.  Seeing his confusion, Sammy explained.

"I thought since this area is called the Artist Paint Pots," he added, "you
might want to stop and paint a picture of it."  Andrew finally realized he
was being teased, so he stuck his tongue out at his brother.  When he
didn't get the reaction he wanted from that, he also gave Sammy the finger,
which caused the others to roar.  They had never seen Andrew do anything
like that before.

"You'd better stop hanging around Ricky and Graham," Kevin teased.  "I can
see they're starting to rub off on you."  Hearing this, Andrew gave Kevin
the finger too.

In addition to the other things we saw, the area also contained a section
of forest that burned in 1988 and still hasn't recovered.  I think the boys
were surprised to see how much damage was still visible, even after so many
years had passed, but I explained it takes many, many years for a forest to
recover after such a devastating disaster.

Since I knew we'd be taking three fairly long walks tomorrow, one in the
morning and two after lunch, this was all I had scheduled for today.  Now,
we headed toward the west entrance, which was a bit of a drive from where
we were.  I had made reservations at the Three Bear Lodge, which was just
outside of that location.

On the ride there, we passed through Elk Park and Gibbon Meadows, which are
good areas to see elk and bison.  We even got to see a few in the distance,
but not close enough to appreciate their enormous size.

Once we exited the park, we stopped for dinner and enjoyed a nice relaxing
meal, before heading to the Lodge.  I checked in and then let the boys
decide who was going to room together tonight, before I informed them about
the amenities here.  I explained the lodge had a swimming pool, whirlpools
and in-room hot tubs for them to use and relax in.  There was also cable TV
in each room, for those who were going through withdrawal from this form of
entertainment.  Some of the boys said they planned to go swimming in about
an hour, but Jake and I opted for the hot tub, figuring it would help drain
some of the soreness from our weary bodies.

It was a wonderful time relaxing in the hot tub, just the two of us, and I
bet we must have stayed in there for two to three hours.  We almost looked
like prunes when we decided to get out and dry off, but it was worth it.  I
heard some of the boys also utilized the hot tubs in their rooms, but I
also understood they had managed to deposit more than a few loads of semen
into the bubbling waters, as they participated in some other activities
that went well in those watery retreats.

Some of it started innocently enough, as was the case with Ricky and
Shannon.  Ricky could sense Shannon was feeling sad and lonely about not
having his partner with him on this outing, since Nick was in Brazil, so
Ricky suggested he could help Shannon get off, if he wanted to.  Shannon
realized Ricky wasn't gay, but wasn't sure if he was bi or straight either,
so he didn't know how to respond to the offer, until the other pair in the
hot tub chimed in.

Enthusiastically, Danny and Brandon urged Shannon to go for it and
explained that Ricky never minded helping out a brother in need.  Admitting
he could use some relief, Shannon eventually agreed to the offer and the
two boys were soon stroking each other off under water and enjoying the
feel of another hand on their cock.

Frantically, they continued to slide their hands up and down the other's
shaft, but it was soon apparent they were only doing it for the immediate
gratification.  There were no deeper feelings involved, such as love, so
they focused solely on the task at hand.  When I say this, I literally mean
the task at hand, as they matched each other stroke for stroke.
Eventually, there seemed to be a sense of urgency in what they were doing
and their pace quickened.  Their eyes began to glaze over, their mouths'
hung open and their heads swayed from side to side, as they neared the
point of release.  First one, and then the other gave a little grunt,
before their loads shot from the tips of their dicks and collected in
little pools in the swirling water.

While watching the other pair, it wasn't long before Danny and Brandon
became aroused and agreed to help each other.  However, these boys were
partners, so they wanted more than just a hand job and opted for something
more satisfying.  First, Danny bent down in front of Brandon and grasped
his rod, which extended slightly above the surface of the water.  Bending
forward, he took the head into his mouth and began to bob up and down along
the shaft.  He would hold his breath, before his nose sank beneath the
water, and kept this up for several minutes.  Eventually, Brandon's body
began to tingle, as he prepared for the explosion that was to follow.  When
he reached this point, Brandon arched his body, pulled Danny's head out of
the water and stayed that way until Danny had completely finished him off.

Once Brandon had been satisfied, the two boys switched places and Brandon
retuned the favor.  He willing allowed Danny to empty his nuts into his
eager mouth, with the other pair looking on.  Sated, the four boys stayed
in the soothing embrace of the hot tub for another thirty or forty minutes,
until they decided it was time to get out and dry off.

In another hot tub, Kevin and Vinnie had also taken advantage of this
opportunity.  Kevin had suggested they use the hot tub to relieve the
soreness from the extensive amount of walking they had done, but Kevin's
primary concern was about Vinnie.  As they sat and began to relax, Kevin
began to massage Vinnie's legs for him.  He wanted to help out as much as
he could, but the thing was, the massage did more than just soothe and
relax Vinnie's leg muscles.  It also aroused another muscle.  Seeing this
happen gave Kevin an idea, which he acted upon immediately.  Turning
around, he faced away from Vinnie, backed up and then began to sit down.
Reaching beneath his body, he grasped Vinnie's dick and slowly guided it
inside himself.

Vinnie hadn't been expecting this, but wasn't about to discourage his lover
either, so he just sat back and enjoyed the ride.  Well, not exactly.  He
realized Kevin would need some help too, so as Kevin bounced up and down on
Vinnie's penis, Vinnie jacked his lover off.  The two climaxed nearly
simultaneously, which was more than satisfying for each of them.  After
they recovered, they cuddled and kissed a little longer, before they got
out of the hot tub and headed to bed.

The next morning began with the continental breakfast that was included in
the price of the room and we quickly filled up before heading off to spend
our final day in Yellowstone.  The first thing we saw was Mount Hayes,
which looms up behind the beautiful Madison River.  It is approximately
8,000-feet high and was named after an early Yellowstone photographer.

Leaving Madison Junction, we followed the Firehole River and followed the
turnoff that leads to Firehole Canyon and Firehole Falls.  After taking
this brief detour to check both areas out, we then made our way back to the
Lower Geyser Basin.

The first thing we saw here was the Fountain Paint Pots, with its boiling,
bubbling mud, which sometimes spurts into the air.  After that, we took a
side road to check out one of the best geysers in Yellowstone, the Great
Fountain Geyser, which erupts to heights of 100 to 150 feet, although it
occasionally reaches heights of 200 feet.  Watching this geyser in action
had special significance to some of the boys, as it reminded them of how
they had erupted in the hot tubs the previous evening.  This caused some
whispering and teasing to occur, before we moved on.

Next, we made our way to the Midway Geyser Basin, which is dominated by two
gigantic features, the Excelsior Geyser and the Grand Prismatic Spring.
The Excelsior Geyser reveals a gaping crater 200 by 300 feet and spills
over 5 million gallons of water a day into the Firehole River.  That's more
than 4,000 gallons of water per minute!  Grand Prismatic Spring is believed
to be the largest spring in Yellowstone, with a diameter of 370 feet, and
has an array of dramatic colors, which can be appreciated best from the
air.

"Hey, there's another rainbow," Trey noted, while looking at the prismatic
effect the sunlight had on the water droplets.  "This must be a gay
friendly area too."  He was referring to Brandon's earlier comment, about
Minerva Spring and some of the others nodded in agreement.

After stopping for a late lunch, we made our way to the Upper Geyser Basin,
which contains two-thirds of all the geysers in Yellowstone, including Old
Faithful.  What is even more dramatic is the fact that two-thirds of the
world's geysers are in Yellowstone and two-thirds of Yellowstone's geysers
are in the Upper Geyser Basin.  During our time there we saw several
geysers erupt, including the Castle, Grand, Daisy, Riverside and, of
course, Old Faithful.

It seems strange that Old Faithful is the best known and most widely
photographed of all the geysers, seeing it not the most impressive.  It
does not discharge the greatest volume of water, nor does it erupt more
frequently than the others.  It isn't the oldest geyser, doesn't have the
highest or largest cone and it's not the hottest or the most regular of all
the geysers, regardless of its name.  However, despite its lack of
credentials, it is still an impressive sight and erupts 20 to 23 times each
day.

Leaving this area for the final time, our bus drove toward the east
entrance to the park and we left Yellowstone behind us.  We were now ready
and eager to see other areas of this great country.



The Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening --Book 7 - by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 6 -- Wyoming.

After leaving Yellowstone, we stopped for dinner and then got back on the
bus for the ride to Cody, Wyoming, our next stop.  Once we arrived and
checked in to our motel, everyone went to his room.  It wasn't very long,
however, before Graham was knocking on my door.  It seemed he had a
problem.

"Dad, may I stay here with you tonight?" he asked.  I was curious as to why
he was requesting this, but could tell by looking at his face that
something was definitely bothering him.

"What's up, sport?" I asked, trying to get to the root of this problem.

"I just want to stay in here with you tonight, cuz I feel really lonely,"
he replied, unconvincingly.

"Did someone do something to you?" I pressed, hoping to clarify the
situation.

"No, Dad, it's nothing like that," he assured me, but then hesitated before
continuing.  "I guess it's just that the name of this place reminded me
about how much I miss Cody.  I figured it would make it easier being with
you, since we were all together for such a long time when Cody was sick."

Suddenly, the lights began flashing in my brain.  Even though this place
was named for Buffalo Bill Cody, the fact that the name Cody was involved
at all reminded Graham about his loss.  It also made him look for a little
extra security by being with me again, the same way he had when we stayed
with Cody in the hospital.  Now, I wondered how many of the other boys had
drawn this same correlation.  I hoped it was only Graham who had done so,
because of his special relationship with our lost lamb, but I wasn't
certain.  After telling him he could spend the night, I left him with Jake
temporarily, after explaining I needed to check on the others first.
Before I left, however, I promised I would return shortly.

After making my rounds, I discovered a couple of the other boys had also
been reminded of Cody since arriving here, possibly because Graham had
mentioned something about it to them, but they didn't seem to be as greatly
affected as he was.  We talked briefly about what they were feeling, and
after I was certain they could handle their problems without my assistance,
I went back to see if I could comfort Graham.

I entered my room and sat on one of the chairs in front of the television.
No sooner had I settled in, than Graham came over, sat on my lap and placed
his head on my shoulder, with one arm around the back of my neck and the
other across my chest.  This seemed a strange thing for him to do, seeing
he was sixteen now, but it did emphasize how much the reminder of his lost
love was troubling him.  I gave him a little squeeze and then he started to
speak, in a hushed voice.

"Dad, I miss him sooooo much," he began, but he wasn't yet weeping.
However, I could sense the emotional buildup he was choking back in his
voice.

"Graham, I know how you feel, because I miss him too," I commiserated.  "I
wish I could tell you the pain will go away some day, but I'm not sure it
ever disappears.  I still feel the same way about losing Brent, but I guess
we just need to be thankful and feel blessed we had both of them in our
lives for as long as we did."

"I know, but it just hurts so much when I think about him," Graham
confided.  "I think about what it was like when we were together and then
try to imagine what it would be like if he was still here.  When I do that,
then I begin to feel really bad and miss him even more."  I stroked his
back to help console him, while giving him another little squeeze.

"Graham, I think it's great you think about Cody this way," I informed him,
"but you can't keep torturing yourself by wondering what it would be like
if he were still around.  That won't happen, so it does no good to even
consider it, especially since it makes you feel so badly when you do.
Remember your time together and the great fun you had with him, but most of
all remember what he meant to all of us.  Just don't dwell on it so much
that you only see the negative side of things and get so depressed.

"Cody was a very special young man," I continued, "who made a great impact
on our lives during the short time he was here.  He also left an indelible
impression on each of us and it is something we shall carry with us for the
rest of our lives.  It's important we use those memories to remind us how
special he was, but we must also be careful not to torment our souls by
speculating about what might have been."  Graham looked up at me and
studied my face.  I could see the gears moving behind those tear-filled
eyes and hoped he was going to let me in on what he was thinking.

"I know and at least I still get to see him once in a while, when he
appears to me," he agreed, "but it's just not the same.  I can't hold or
kiss him then, and I can't show him how much I love him.  I don't think
I'll be able to love another boy like I did him, Dad.  Do you know what I
mean?"

"Yes, I think I do," I concurred, "but I also want you to remember this.
Throughout our lives we will know many types of love and each one will be
different and special.  There is the love a child has for his parent or a
parent has for his child.  There is also the love friends have for each
other, but then there are times we also FALL in love.  Just don't forget
whenever you fall in love, even those occurrences are not the same.

"I fell in love with my wife, but I've also fallen in love with Jake," I
continued.  "Although I fell in love with each of them, the love I felt was
not the same.  Even though the feelings were different, one isn't more
precious than the other.  I love or have loved them both, but it doesn't
mean one type of love was greater than the other.  Don't get me wrong, you
may also experience one great love that you will always cherish above all
else and affects you more deeply, but it doesn't mean you can't love again.

"I'm glad Cody was that one great love for you," I added, "but I know Cody
wouldn't want you spending the rest of your life alone.  He'd be the first
to encourage you to move on and find happiness again.  That doesn't mean
you have to forget him, nor should it lessen what he meant to you.  You
must always retain the memories of what you had together, while at the same
time be willing to move on with your life and continue to live, not merely
exist."

I stopped after saying this and waited for him to respond.  After a minute
or so of thinking about what I had told him, he finally gave a brief nod of
agreement, before he put his head back on my shoulder and snuggled up
against me.  We talked a little more after that, and at one point I thought
he might go back to his own room, but he didn't.  Instead, he asked if he
could stay with me for the rest of the night.  Knowing how much he needed
me at this point, the three of us ended up sharing our bed.

I was in the middle, with Jake on my right and Graham on my left.  I ended
up spooned up behind Graham for most of the night, but not in a sexual way.
I was merely a father comforting a distressed child and it seemed to work.
Before long, I felt the tension in his body start to release, as he began
to drift off to sleep.

The three of us spent the entire night snuggled together, with me
sandwiched between the other two.  Jake was very understanding and even
encouraged me to focus on Graham.  I guess it helped that we'd had some
time alone before this happened, otherwise he may have reacted differently.

Feeling slightly guilty, I was trying to come up with a way I could satisfy
both.  I didn't want to appear to always be putting Jake second, behind the
boys, but I truly believed he also felt the boys needed to come first, at
least for now.  I think we both realized they'd be gone in a few more years
and then we'd have all the time we needed to enjoy each other.

By the next morning, Graham seemed to have overcome his feelings of
depression and loss and was ready to take his place with the others again.
Throughout the meal, I noticed various boys interacting with him, as they
attempted to distract or offer him comfort and support.  I was very proud
to see how willing they were to be there for one another.

I've always tried to stress the importance of family, by telling them that
although others may move in and out of our lives, the family is always
there.  It is the one, and possibly only, constant they should always be
able to rely on.  Therefore, I emphasized the importance of being there for
each other.  Thinking about it, I wished my older children had also learned
this lesson.

After breakfast, we began our sightseeing by going to the 'Buffalo Bill
Historical Center.'  We started in the Buffalo Bill Museum, which focused
on both his personal and public life.  We soon discovered he was born
William Frederick Cody and earned his nickname while supplying buffalo meat
for the Kansas Pacific Railroad.  He was also a Pony Express rider in 1860
and eventually became one of the most famous scouts during the Indian Wars.
He also won the Congressional Medal of Honor, in 1872, and was a favorite
scout of the Fifth Cavalry.

In 1883 he inaugurated the Wild West show in Omaha, using 'real' cowboys
and 'real' Indians to portray the 'real' west to the rest of the country
and the world.  The Wild West show not only performed before presidents and
heads of European nations, but it was also the featured attraction at Queen
Victoria's Golden Jubilee, in 1887.  This helped Buffalo Bill become one of
the most famous figures to ever come out of the Old West.  Even though we
were all somewhat familiar with his legend, I think we came away from there
with a better appreciation for the real man.

>From there, we went to the Cody Firearms Museum, where they not only have
on display a vast collection of antique and modern weapons, but also trace
the progression of firearms from the matchlock, to the flintlock and then
to percussion type weapons.  The Winchester collection was also featured in
the museum, along with an exhibit of Colt firearms, as well.  It was quite
an interesting and remarkable presentation and gave us a better
understanding of what it would have been like to not only have settled the
west, but also what it would have been like to fight in the French and
Indian War, Revolutionary War and Civil War, using the weapons of those
time periods.

By this point, everyone was getting hungry, so we stopped and devoured a
quick lunch, before heading over to the Plains Indian Museum.  There, we
learned a great deal about the lives of the Plains Indians, including
information about their culture, traditions, values and history.  Not only
that, but we also discovered some facts about their lives today.  I think
the boys were amazed by what they learned, especially when compared to the
way Hollywood and television has portrayed Native Americans, and they began
to realize some of the things they had been led to believe were far removed
from reality.

After finishing up there, we went to the Whitney Gallery of Western Art,
which included works by Frederic Remington, Charles M. Russell, Joseph
Henry Sharp, N. C. Wyeth and others.  These people actually lived during
the period of the old west and produced works of art that were more
authentic.  Although they may have romanticized some aspects of the period,
their work gives a far truer perspective of what it was like during that
period, than what we have been spoon-fed by other forms of media.

It was about this time when I began to notice the boys were at their
saturation point with Museums.  At the same time, I also realized they were
getting hungry again.  In an effort to improve their spirits, I located a
nice restaurant and led them inside.  Over the next hour, we enjoyed a
relaxing meal, accompanied by a great deal of conversation.  The topics
were mostly concerning the things we'd seen, but the boys also tried to
wheedle out of me what I had planned next.  Of course, their efforts proved
fruitless, since I prefer to surprise them.

Once we left the restaurant, I explained we'd be heading back to our rooms,
since we were going to stay in Cody for one more night.  After that, I
informed them they could select their own entertainment this evening and
hoped this would placate them for having to endure activities that were
less to their liking.  I then advised them about some of the places they
could go or other things they could do, but I also advised them Jake and I
would be available if any of them wished to join us for the evening.  We
had decided to spend it in the large, heated, outdoor pool.

Many of the boys rejected that option and chose to explore the nightlife in
Cody instead.  I suspected they would quickly discover it wasn't quite what
they were looking for, since it would probably be country and western
oriented, which isn't in line with their tastes or something most of them
would appreciate.  Before they left, however, I also reminded them they
were to stay in groups of three or more, since I preferred not to take
chances with their safely.

I saw the boys talking excitedly amongst themselves, as they decided who
would be going where and with whom, when Graham informed me he'd be staying
with Jake and I again.  I wasn't really surprised by his announcement,
although I'd hoped he'd join some of the others when they went out.  I
thought the distraction might be good for him, but now surmised he wasn't
quite ready for that step yet.  However, he wouldn't be the only one
staying behind.  A few seconds later, Andrew and Sammy expressed their
desire to stay with us and go swimming too, and then Peter, Ricky and Cole
announced they had also decided to join us.

Once everyone had determined what they were going to do, they went back to
their rooms to change and go their various ways.  Those who were staying
with us were soon at our door, dressed in their swimsuits and carrying a
towel.  We walked to the pool together and took our first dip in its
inviting water.  As the evening wore on, more of the boys returned and
joined us in the pool too, after they discovered the local entertainment
wasn't what they were hoping for.  Those of us who spent our time swimming
and horsing around in the pool had a great deal of fun.

I was mildly surprised when Graham came to me a short time later and
explained he wouldn't be staying with me tonight.  I wasn't sure what he
might have planned this evening, since I could tell he wasn't over what
he'd been feeling, but I was even more stunned when he told me he was going
to his room now.  However, it all became clear when I learned Peter was
going with him.

Graham had accepted Peter's offer to spend the night together, after Peter
had seen how depressed and lethargic Graham was.  Once Peter had learned
how this place had reminded Graham about how much he missed Cody, Peter
decided it would be a good time for them to do what Graham had originally
suggested.  Peter hoped it would perk Graham up and take his mind off of
thinking about what he'd lost.

Since Graham was staying with Sammy, Andrew and Cole, he hinted about what
he was going to do and asked them to give him some time alone with Peter.
They had no problem with that, since they'd probably be spending at least
another hour or more in the pool, so the two boys went off for a little
mutual exploration.

Since Peter had decided to do this to perk Graham up, he was also
determined he'd go along with whatever Graham wanted to do.  When they got
to the room, they quickly shed their swimsuits and hopped on the bed,
before Peter poised his question.

"I'm willing to do whatever you want to do," Peter announced, much to
Graham's surprise.  He thought about it quickly and then replied.

"Would you mind if we sucked each other off then?" he asked hopefully.

Graham was much more experienced than Peter, but Peter only hesitated
momentarily.  Although he had performed oral sex only once before, he was
willing to do it for Graham, with one condition.

"We can do that," he agreed, "but I want you to warn me before you sploog.
I don't want you doing it in my mouth."

Once Graham agreed, Peter offered to do him first.  Excited, Graham spread
his legs to give Peter access to the entire area and then waited for Peter
to begin.  Peter reached out and began running his hand over Graham's
crotch, rubbing his scrotum and slowly bringing his penis to its full
dimensions.  Once Graham was totally erect, Peter bent forward and
tentatively began exploring the area with his tongue.

"Tastes a little like the chlorine from the pool," Peter announced, while
making a slight face.

"I can go wash if you want," Graham offered.

"That's all right.  I'll just get a washcloth and wipe you off," Peter
suggested.  "That should take care of the problem."

Peter immediately jumped off the bed and raced to the bathroom.  When he
came back, he used the washcloth to thoroughly remove the chlorine from
Graham's genitals, before resuming what he'd been doing.

Slowly, Peter ran his tongue up and down the length of Graham's penis,
before slowly pulling back the foreskin and exposing the head.  After
running his tongue around the helmet, he let his mouth slide over the tip
and began to bob up and down on the shaft.  Although he wasn't experienced,
he did an adequate job and after a few minutes of this activity, he brought
Graham to the brink.

"I'm... about to... shoot," Graham panted.

Peter immediately pulled his mouth off and replaced it with his hand, so he
could finish Graham off manually.  Graham shot several volleys of his
boy-juice and coated his belly with the sticky substance.  Once he had
surrendered everything his body had produced, Peter took the washcloth and
cleaned up the results.  It took a few minutes more before Graham recovered
enough to return the favor.

"Okay, now I'll do you," he announced, still slightly giddy.

"Are you certain?" Peter asked.  He wanted to let Graham know he could do
something else, if he preferred.

"Oh, yeah," Graham replied.  "I've been waiting to do this since I saw
Ricky's video of you two skinny dipping."  Peter looked stunned by this
reminder of Ricky's sneakiness, but then laughed.

"That long, huh?" he teased.

"Yes, I knew then that I wanted to play with your penis and suck you dry,"
Graham told him.

"Then enjoy yourself," Peter shot back, while pumping his hips up and down,
to simulate a sexual act.

Graham did not hesitate and immediately went down on Peter.  Peter wasn't
even erect yet, but Graham quickly used his mouth to get the desired
results.  Peter responded rapidly to Graham's actions and was hard within
seconds.  Graham's experienced mouth soon had Peter moaning and bucking
wildly, and then Peter stiffened momentarily, as he unloaded into Graham
throat.  Volley after volley of his hot boy cream slid down Graham's
gullet, and once Peter had recovered, he began to apologize profusely.

"I meant to warn you, really I did," he stammered, "but it just happened so
quickly.  I'm sorry.  Please, forgive me."  Graham just smiled at his
shocked reaction.

"It's okay," Graham assured him.  "I do that all the time.  It's no big
deal."

"You do?" Peter challenged, in disbelief.

"Yes, it doesn't taste bad at all." Graham replied.

"What does it taste like?" Peter wanted to know.

"It's hard to explain," Graham told him, "but you could try it once, to
find out.  You might even try some of your own, after you cum next time."
Peter looked slightly surprised by this suggestion, but thought about it
briefly.

"I'll do this with you again and I'll let you sploog in my mouth next
time," he offered.  "I guess I could do that for you, since you did it for
me."

"You don't have to, if you don't want," Graham offered.

"It's all right," Peter assured him.  "I guess it won't kill me, seeing
you, and I suspect some of the others, do it."  Both boys smiled and then
lay next to each other for a while, before the others returned.

That night, Peter spent the night sleeping next to Graham.  In fact, he
even cuddled with him, after many minutes of self-debate and doubts about
whether he should do it.  Eventually, he decided it would be all right and
wouldn't mean he was gay.  He'd just be like Ricky and ready to help a
brother in need.  I'm sure if Cody had been watching, he would have given
his approval about what went on.

The rest of us swam for quite a while, and by the time we returned to our
individual rooms, we were quite tired and ready for a good night's sleep.
When Cole saw Peter snuggled up against his brother, he wasn't jealous.
Instead, he realized Peter was just trying to make Graham feel better, so
he went to Peter's room and asked Ricky if he could take Peter's place and
spend the night with him.  Ricky quickly agreed and this solved the problem
for the other pair.  They could now stay together until morning.

After breakfast, we loaded up and headed off to Thermopolis and the Wyoming
Dinosaur Center.  I didn't explain to the boys exactly where we were going,
only that they would find it interesting.  Although they kept pestering me,
and then Jake, to learn what our destination was going to be, neither of us
would give in.  We were determined not to tell them what they wanted to
know.

The bus driver, having overheard these exchanges, helped keep our secret
whenever one of our more inquisitive boys tried to pry the information out
of him.  It was worth it just to see their reactions when we pulled into
the area and they saw the sign announcing where we were.  Instinctively,
they seemed intrigued by the idea of dinosaurs and what they might see and
do here.

We began by taking a tour of the dig sites, but not all of them, since
there are about 60 dig sites on the 500 acres the Center covered.  We soon
learned about the geology of the area, as well as when and where specific
dinosaur bones had been found at this location.  We were also apprised as
to how these excavations are conducted and I think the boys were surprised
to discover it was done following a very methodical process.  Each bone was
carefully chipped out of the ground it had been compressed into and this
process takes a very long time.  It requires great care and the type of
patience of which most of my brood seemed to be in short supply.

After learning how the bones were recovered, we went to the museum and
explored over 12,000 square feet of exhibition space.  Not only were there
fossils, dioramas and interactive displays, but we were also able to
inspect ten full-size skeletal mounts, which represented various dinosaur
species.  Although we all realized how large these creatures were before we
got here, until you stand next to what remains of one of these gigantic
beasts, you can't fully appreciate how small you really are in the overall
scheme of things.  I felt like a grasshopper standing next to a dog, while
craning my neck to look up at the upper reaches of these truly enormous
beings.

"We've studied dinosaurs in school and I've seen programs about them,"
Peter explained, "but they are bloody huge -- much bigger than I thought.
I guess it's a good thing humans weren't around when they lived, because
the people wouldn't have lasted very long.  They'd have become extinct
quicker than the dodo bird."

Some of the boys nodded in agreement, and although I don't think he meant
this to be humorous, others giggled after hearing his comment.


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