Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2010 03:59:09 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 8, chapters 5 - 6

The Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening --Book 8 - by BW         
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 5 -- An Unusual Horde of Leprechauns.      

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

Now that the issues with the farm were settled, at least for the time
being, our focus now turned to our trip to Chicago, where we would
participate in the St. Patrick's Day parade.  The boys seemed to be looking
forward to this, especially Andrew.  He was mostly excited about seeing his
friend Barry again, but he was also eager to be in the parade.  Since
everyone's anticipation level was high and we had a lot to do to get ready,
the week went by amazingly quickly.

I also called Duck, to make sure he hadn't changed his mind about joining
us, and he seemed to be as enthused as the younger ones about going.  I
don't believe his excitement was about being in the parade, but had more to
do with seeing Chicago and being part of our family.  He asked how Vinnie
and Kevin were doing and I told him fine, and then he said he looked
forward to meeting more of my sons.  I then informed him about the
approximate time we'd pick him up and what to bring, before we said
good-bye.  I think I was looking forward to having him with us, as much as
he was about joining our group.

I also asked Mark if he'd like to go, but he was hesitant at first, because
he thought he'd have to dress up as a leprechaun and be in the parade too.
After I explained that Jake and I wouldn't be participating and he could
just hang out with us, he agreed to go.  He eventually confessed he was
looking forward to seeing some of the sights in Chicago, as well as
watching the parade, since he'd never been there before.  He was also
willing to squeeze into the rooms we'd already arranged for and thanked me
for inviting him.

I also briefed Mark about Duck and explained he'd be joining us as well.  I
did share a little bit with him about Duck, but considering I hadn't told
him very much, I was a little surprised at his reaction.  Mark told me he
thought Duck sounded like an interesting character and eagerly anticipated
meeting him as well.  Mark figured that since they were only a few years
apart in age, had graduated from college, were employed and had
girl-friends that they might have enough in common to hit it off.  He even
hinted he would like it if they possibly became friends in the process,
because of these common bonds.  I was glad he felt this way and would have
someone, other than us, for companionship.

In preparation for the big event, Jake and I discussed the details of our
travel plans.  After pointing out the pros and cons of using the Suburban
and the van, we decided it would be best to drive the Suburban to Chicago.
It would be easier to squeeze in everyone who'd be going with us and they
could view the scenery much easier than they could from the van.  No matter
which vehicle we took, we'd have to have the Flannerys take their own car
whenever we went anywhere together, but I didn't think it would present a
problem for them.

Wednesday night we loaded our suitcases into the Suburban, so we'd be ready
to leave as soon as school was out on Thursday.  Mark and Duck had each
requested Friday off from work, so everything was set and we were all ready
to travel.

Thursday seemed to drag slowly forward for us, as time tends to do when you
are waiting for something special to happen.  As soon as their last classes
ended, I drove to the various schools and picked the boys up, before going
to get Jake and Mark.  Within an hour, we were on our way.

It was a fairly nice day, slightly overcast but not stormy, as we set out
for Duck's apartment.  This part of the trip went fairly quickly and
everyone was having a good time talking and joking around.  Duck was packed
and ready to join us when we arrived, but we needed a brief break before we
took off again.  After introducing him to those he hadn't met yet, Duck
allowed us to use his toilet, before we crammed back in the Suburban and
set out for the Windy City.

The rest of the ride seemed to go a bit slower.  It was also quite lengthy,
so we only drove about two-thirds of the way there and then stopped for the
night.  I paid for three double rooms, each with a pair of queen-sized
beds, and split the boys between them.  It worked out that Cole, Graham,
Peter, Sammy and Andrew wanted to be together in the first room, while
Trey, Dion, Vinnie and Little Ricky took the second.  Duck and Mark had
gotten to know each other during the ride and agreed to share a bed, so
they were in the third room, with Jake and I.  Everyone also agreed to keep
the same room arrangements in Chicago, so that problem was solved too.

>From what I was told later, not much went on that evening, except in the
first room.  It seems Graham opted to share a bed with Sammy and Andrew and
the three of them had a little fun.  After a slight hesitation, because
Peter was in the room with them, they finally gave in to their desires.

The boys quickly decided they would give each other blowjobs, so they
formed a triangle, so they could do it all at once.  They aligned
themselves so that Graham was doing Andrew and Sammy was working on Graham,
which left Andrew to service Sammy.  They energetically bobbed up and down
on each other's erection and it only took a few minutes before they had all
climaxed.  Of course, Andrew's was a dry orgasm, but none of them even
seemed to notice the difference.

I heard later that Graham, Sammy and Andrew had been eager to get involved
with each other, but it wasn't as easy for Cole.  When he tried to convince
Peter he should have some fun with him, Peter wasn't sure about doing
something of that nature in a public establishment.

"Look, we're not going to do it in the lobby or the pool, so no one is
going to see us," Cole told him.  After thinking about, Peter brought up
another possibility.

"What if someone with a key comes up to check on something?" he wondered.

"Then they'll knock first, which will give us time to stop and get decent,"
Cole countered.

"And you don't mind if your brothers see what we're doing with each other?"
Peter persisted.

"Heck, no," Cole announced.  "We've all done things like that with each
other, and you've done it with them too, so why should it bother any of
us?"

Peter thought about it for a few more seconds and realized Cole was right,
so he agreed.  By this time, the others had already started to have oral
sex, but Peter told Cole he prefer to just masturbate each other this time,
or as Peter said, "wank each other."  Cole gave in, after Peter agreed he'd
do more the next time they got together.

While the boys were having fun in their room, Jake, Mark Duck and I spent a
great deal of our time talking.  We were discussing life in general, until
Duck decided he wanted to share a little about himself with Mark and Jake.
Duck liked both of them and felt he wanted to divulge some of this
information, and it gave Mark and Jake an opportunity to get to know Duck a
little better.  I think they were both surprised and saddened to learn some
of what Duck had been through, but it did help them to appreciate him even
more.

Afterward, Jake and Mark told Duck a little about themselves, and then Mark
and Duck went out to walk around the hotel for a while, so they could
discuss other matters in private.  Once they got back, the four of us
chatted a little more, before we all turned in for the evening.

I had set my cell phone's alarm to wake me up, rather than disturbing
everyone else with the loud and annoying ring the phone made when the desk
made a wake up call.  I took my shower before waking the boys in the other
rooms up and then went around to rouse them.  The boys didn't give me many
problems, although I had to knock several times on the door of the room
Graham, Sammy, Andrew, Cole and Peter had shared.  Once I noticed the
lingering smell of cum in the room, I understood why.

After partaking of the hotel's complimentary breakfast, we drove the rest
of the way to our destination.  I had previously printed out maps from the
Internet, so I had all the information I needed to get to where we were
going.  Jake and I took turns driving, so it wouldn't be so hard on either
of us, and that worked out quite well.  After stopping for an early lunch,
since I wasn't sure what Farrell had planned and didn't want the boys to go
hungry, we covered the last stretch of highway before we reached the
Flannerys' home.

It was early afternoon when we pulled up in front of their house.  The
family lived in a nice suburb of Chicago and seemed excited when they
greeted us at the door.  Barry and Alannah had been looking forward to
getting reacquainted with my boys again, but Alannah was a little
disappointed when she discovered some of the others hadn't been able to
join us.  Apparently, she had taken a liking to both Ricky and Pat and was
hoping to spend time with them again, but she ended up hanging around with
Cole instead.  Barry was all over Andrew and it was obvious both boys were
happy to see each other again.

We introduced Farrell and his wife, Katelyn, to Duck and Mark, since they
hadn't met either of them before.  Once the formalities were out of the
way, they offered us refreshments, before telling us what the plans were
for the rest of the day.  Farrell told us he had made reservations at a
nice restaurant for 7:30, so we had plenty of time to see a little of the
area first.  He had arranged for us to take a bus tour of some sites, but
we'd be able to stop and go inside a few of these places, so it wasn't
going to be just a riding tour.

We both drove our vehicles to get to the tour bus, but it didn't take very
long.  Once there, we loaded onto the coach and settled in.  As we did so,
Farrell explained about the Great Chicago Fire of 1871, which started in
Mrs. O'Leary's barn, and pointed out that although some of the city
survived the devastation, much of it had to be rebuilt afterward.  We were
going to see many of the places that survived, but not all of the beautiful
and historic buildings had been as fortunate.

We started our tour by driving around the University of Chicago's historic
Hyde Park campus and then were able to view some fabulous old mansions in
the Kenwood area.  Most of these places were built between 1860 and 1920
and their stately presence was very impressive.  These buildings were
constructed in various styles, but each was quite large, aesthetically
pleasing and well cared for.  We could only imagine how wealthy their
original owners must have been to be able to construct such fine homes, but
the current owners must also be well off, to be able to afford to maintain
these places.

We also got a chance to walk around a bit, and after we left this area, we
were driven through the Prairie Avenue district.  This location had been
developed between 1836 and 1900 and contained many historic row-homes and
mansions.  Although it was not as elegant as the area we just saw, it was
still nice, but the boys were anxious to move on to something else.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, we also went through the
Pullman Historic District, which was named in honor of George M. Pullman,
the railroad magnate who developed the more comfortable Pullman passenger
car.  By this time, however, the boys were getting tired of looking at old
homes, so we moved on to something else -- religious structures.

Although there are many beautiful churches in Chicago, Farrell took us to
see the ones he felt would be different from anything we had visited
before.  During previous conversations, I had told him about our visit to
England, so he felt we'd seen the traditional Gothic cathedrals, and what
he took us to see was vastly different from those.  The first of these was
St. Volodymyr & Olha Ukrainian Catholic Church, which is built in a very
typical orthodox style.  It has a huge, golden dome at its center and a
large archway in front, with a very elaborate painting decorating the upper
half of the structure.  It was like nothing we had ever seen before and I
think the boys appreciated its beauty.

We also went to see Holy Trinity Orthodox Cathedral, which looks as if it
should be sitting in a Russian city or village.  The initial funding for
its construction came from Tsar, or Czar, Nicholas and is constructed in
the Russian provincial style.  It has a very lovely spire, or steeple,
extending above the front entrance and a very homey feel to it.

The final place we got to see was St George Orthodox Cathedral.  From the
outside, it doesn't look very impressive and consists of flat, nom-descript
rectangular walls.  However, it does have an onion shaped dome, like the
ones you would see on churches in Russia.  However, when you enter this
edifice you realize how lovely it is.  It has a very spacious and open
interior, which is uniquely decorated with lovely paintings, brilliant
colors and a front wall lined with various levels of statuary.  I'm not
certain if they were saints or other religious leaders, but the sight was
amazing to behold.

After we viewed all three of these places, we decided Farrell was correct.
These churches did not resemble anything we had seen before.  Each was
gorgeous in its own right, yet distinctly different examples of Orthodox
houses of worship.

Upon leaving the churches, we got to see three of the sporting venues in
Chicago and made a quick stop at each.  The most interesting of these was
Wrigley Field, home of the Chicago Cubs' baseball team.  It was also the
stadium where Babe Ruth supposedly called his home run prior to hitting it,
by pointing to the spot in the outfield where he envisioned it going.  The
stadium was built in 1914, but wasn't used by the Cubs until two years
later.  It was eventually named for the Cubs owner, chewing gum magnate
William Wrigley Jr., and its brick walls, covered by ivy, is its most
memorable feature.

We also saw the US Cellular Field, which was once named Comiskey Park.
This, however, is the 'new' Comiskey Park and the current home of the
Chicago White Sox baseball team.  The 'old' Comiskey Park had been built in
the 1910 and named for its former owner and builder of the stadium, Charles
Comiskey.  By 1990 it was no longer deemed adequate, so it was torn down
and this new ballpark opened in 1991.

We also went to Soldier Field, which has been the home to the Chicago
Bears' football team since 1971.  Before that, the team played at Wrigley
Field.  Soldier Field was built in the 1920's and is designed solely as a
football stadium.  The exterior of this structure is designed in the
Greco-Roman architectural style, so it has the feel of an ancient temple or
coliseum.  It has now been completely remodeled for the second time, so it
is better suited for today's needs.

After finishing up our little whirlwind tour, Farrell asked me a question.
"Does your family like Italian food?" he wanted to know.  Before I could
answer, there was a chorus of whooping and hollering from behind us, which
let him know what the boys thought.

"I think that should answer your question," I told him with a grin.  "I
believe my boys could live on pizza and pasta, if I let them."  Farrell
smiled back.

"I guess that must be the same for nearly all young people then," he told
me, "because my kids are the same way."  He then directed the bus driver to
take us to the Tre Via Ristorante, where we would dine.

It was a nice upscale restaurant, which occupied a handsome area inside
Wicker Park's historic Flat Iron Building.  They had a nice selection of
Italian dishes, including 'Chicago style' pizza.  Most of the boys decided
to split an assortment of pizzas, with a variety of toppings, while we
adults opted for the more traditional dinners.  The meal was wonderful and
the Flannerys, Mark, Duck, Jake and I also shared a few of bottles of wine,
while our children enjoyed sodas.  We even had a little dessert to top off
the meal, and when the check came, I slipped our server my credit card,
much to Farrell's dismay.

"I had this covered," he told me.

"Well, I didn't want you to feel you had to pay for everything," I replied,
while Farrell rolled his eyes.

"Okay, you got me this time, but I've got tomorrow's meal then," he
insisted, quite adamantly, so I merely nodded, to let him know I would
agree to that.

After we left the restaurant, we took the bus back to where we started and
then drove our vehicles back to the Flannery's place.  After spending a
little time chatting with them, Farrell directed the boys to a room where
he had a large assortment of costumes laid out.  He then advised the boys
to select an appropriate sized outfit for the parade and they were allowed
to use several other rooms to try them on, to make sure they fit.

Since they now had their outfits for the parade, the boys could put them on
at the hotel, before we joined up with Farrell's family.  This way, we'd be
set to go to the parade when we met up with the Flannerys in the morning
and wouldn't have to spend time trying to get everyone dressed at their
place.

The boys were mildly amused when they were handed fake beards and theater
glue, as an added enhancement to their outfits.  In addition to everything
else, the boys were also given a dark-colored shillelagh to carry.  If you
have never seen one, a shillelagh is a wooden cane, walking stick or club,
depending on who is describing it.  It is not smooth and has knobby bumps
extending from it, as if it were just cut from the tree.  It was a nice
touch to complete the outfits.

Since Duck had already agreed to be a leprechaun, Mark decided he might as
well go along with everyone else.  He even tried to talk Jake and I into
joining them, but we said we'd spend our time with Farrell and his wife
instead.  Somewhat disappointed that we wouldn't give in, Duck and Mark
each selected their outfits, much to the others' delight.  This meant we'd
have a wide variety of leprechauns, ranging in age, from Andrew to Duck,
and in size from Andrew to Mark.  Not only that, but the leprechauns would
be from various ethnic backgrounds, but like the saying goes, on
St. Patrick's Day everyone wants to be Irish.

Once the guys had what they needed, Jake, Mark, Duck and I talked a while
longer with our hosts, while the boys spent time with the Flannery
children.  This gave Mark and Duck time to become acquainted with Farrell
and Katelyn, but we also learned a little more about what else they had on
the agenda for our stay.

As it began to grow late, Farrell told me he'd lead us to where we were
staying, to make sure we got there all right.  I followed behind him in the
Suburban and, once we arrived, I waved in his direction, to let him know we
were all set.  After he drove off, we unloaded our travel gear and carried
it inside.

After checking in, we lugged everything to the elevator and rode up to the
appropriate floor.  Since the boys had agreed to stay in the same groups
they were in the previous night, we went straight to our rooms.  They were
quite spacious and the bathrooms were also very large and more than
adequate for our needs.  The beds were also extremely comfortable, so I
knew we'd enjoy our two nights here.

No one did very much that evening, since we were all fairly tired, but we
did watch a little television before we turned in.  Since we were in prime
college basketball season, many of us tuned in to one of the games and
selected which team we'd cheer for.  Those who weren't into sports watched
a movie instead, so no one had a problem with what we did.

The next morning, after I woke everyone up, I advised the boys to put on
their long underwear, before they put on their outfits.  I had warned them
to bring those items with them, since I knew Chicago would probably be very
cold this time of year.  Having long underwear on would keep them from
shivering and being uncomfortable during the parade.

Once they were dressed in their outfits, Jake and I helped them put on
their fake beards and attached the buckles to their shoes.  I had been told
in advance to have the boys bring black or brown dress shoes with them, and
since they all had a pair of slip-ons they generally wore to church and
other special occasions, it wasn't a problem.  When they picked up
everything else, each of our leprechauns had been given a fake silver
buckle to strap over their shoes, so it would make them look like the
old-fashioned buckle variety and complete the ensemble.

The boys all looked so dang cute in their long, white stockings, emerald
green knickers, white shirts, emerald green jackets and emerald green hats.
I was amazed, but they really did look like leprechauns, now that they were
fully dressed.  If it weren't for Sammy and Andrew's oriental eyes and
Dion's caramel complexion, no one would have questioned if any of them were
truly of Irish ancestry.



The Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening --Book 8 - by BW         
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 6 -- St. Patrick and Chicago.  

We drove to the Flannerys' house and met up with them, so they could show
us how to get to where the parade was forming up.  It wasn't much of a
drive to get there and the float was already in position when we arrived.
Farrell and his wife remarked about how wonderful the boys looked, but I
had to admit Barry looked even more appropriate for the role.  Their
daughter, Alannah, was dressed in a rather cute emerald green dress and had
green ribbons in her hair, because she and a couple of her girlfriends
would be riding on the float with the boys.

Once the boys were led to the float, Farrell told each boy where he should
position himself.  When each one moved into place, he was given a black
cauldron-like container, which was to appear to be the leprechaun's pot of
gold.  They were filled with gold foil covered chocolates, shaped like
coins, and the coins were one of the items the boys would be throwing from
the float.  Each boy was also provided with an assortment of green
frisbies, large plastic shamrocks, green necklaces and other trinkets,
which were to be judiciously directed to the children lining the parade
route.  The boys responded they understood and before long the parade was
underway.

It was a gorgeous day for this time of year, especially for Chicago.  The
sun was shining, the breeze was blowing at an acceptable speed and the
temperature was moderate, which meant we weren't freezing.  It appeared as
if God really was smiling down on the Irish today.

Katelyn and Farrell walked beside the front two corners of the float, while
Jake and I trailed along at the two rear corners.  This was to make sure no
one tried to get too close to our children, but it also gave Jake and I a
chance to watch our gang in action.  I could see the sparkle in their eyes
and their smiles nearly split their faces, as they doled out the various
items to the assemblage of children waiting along the route.  The boys were
really into this and enjoying themselves, and I even saw Graham faking a
little Irish jig at one point, which made me laugh.

The parade took a couple of hours, from start to finish, but it was worth
every minute.  Even though Jake and I were a little tired from walking so
far, the boys were revved up and still raring to go.  They eagerly raced
over to where we adults were, once they got off the float, since they were
anxious to see what we were going to do next.

"Okay, guys.  Follow me," Farrell told us, without letting us know where we
were going.  I think the boys were a little uncomfortable, because they
were still in their leprechaun costumes, but their discomfort didn't last
for very long.  After a few very cheerful comments about how wonderful they
looked from passers-by, each of them quickly shed their inhibitions and
walked merrily onward.  We no longer cared where we were going, but soon
found ourselves in front of the Sears Tower.  I think at that moment, we
all knew what we were doing next.

Over the next several minutes, we learned the tower is 1,450 feet tall (443
meters), but it is 1730 feet (520 meters) to the top of the twin antennas.
Farrell was taking us to the sky-deck, which is 1353 feet above ground
level and provides a great view of the extended area.  As we rode to the
observation deck on one of the elevators, Katelyn explained the building
opened in 1973 and on a good day you could see 40 to 50 miles (65-80 km)
and four states; Illinois, Indiana, Wisconsin and Michigan.  Seeing it was
quite a lovely day, I was sure we'd get that opportunity.

As we looked out of the various windows, the boys were able to pick out
some of the places we had seen earlier, such as the US Cellular Field and
Soldier Field to the south, but we could also see O'Hare Airport to the
west, as we enjoyed a truly spectacular view.

I think we also felt a little uneasy every time we noticed a plane coming
anywhere near the tower, as images of 9/11 reflexively flashed through our
minds.  I think we also realized our reaction was probably silly, since the
chance of anything like that happening again were extremely slim.  However,
it was just one of those residual fears left over from the images that had
been etched into our brains from that terrible day.

When we returned to street level, we headed back to our vehicles and left
the downtown area.  We spent a little more time with the Flannerys, but
then went back to our rooms, so we could clean up and change.  Barry had
rushed to change once he got home and then teased to be allowed to go back
to the hotel with us.  After several glares from his parents and some very
tense moments, I told them we didn't mind, so they finally agreed to let
Barry join us.  He would stay with us until we met up with them again for
dinner.

After we got back to our rooms and everyone cleaned up, we had a couple of
hours to relax, before we went out to eat with the Flannerys.  With that in
mind, the boys asked if they could check out the indoor pool in the
meantime and I agreed it sounded like a good idea.  Believe it or not, we
had brought our swim trunks with us, since I suspected the hotel would have
a heated pool, but I had to stop at the gift shop and buy Barry a suit,
since he didn't have one with him.

Once he picked out one he liked, he thanked me and we went down to the
pool.  He changed there and then we all swam for a while.  The boys played
all kinds of games and even raced a bit, but they also took some time to
attack Jake and me.  They splashed water in our faces and tried to dunk us,
but only with limited success.  However, Jake and I did get a chance to
toss a few of them off of us and dunk them a few times instead, but they
seemed to enjoy that as much as they did when they were successful at
driving us beneath the surface.

Totally exhausted, we went back to our rooms to shower and dress for
dinner.  Of course, no one showered alone, to speed up the process, and
Barry eagerly went in with Andrew, even though he still had to go home to
change.  Once they had finished cleaning up, the boys put on the nicest
clothes they had brought with them and looked quite handsome, once they
finished their preparations.  We then went down and loaded into the
Suburban, so we could go back to the Flannery home and meet up with them
again.

Barry dragged Andrew off with him when he went to change, and once he was
ready, Farrell took us to a steakhouse called 'Wildfire.'  The atmosphere
of the place was quite rustic and it had wood, cabin-like walls, as well as
fires in several visible stone ovens.  Farrell was glad our table wasn't
too close to any of the ovens and explained it could get quite warm sitting
near them at times.  I was sure that would be a benefit during the cold
winter months, but it might also serve as a deterrent during the warmer
weather.

One great thing about this place was that it had a special supper menu for
groups of over six persons.  The restaurant offered an option where your
order included two appetizers, a salad, the main course, side dishes and
dessert for $24.95 per person.  I knew that would certainly help to fill up
my crew, as well as serving as a way to keep the bill under control.
Hopefully, it also meant none of them would leave here hungry.

The meal was nice and Jake I also enjoyed the 4-beer sampler they offered.
I didn't argue with Farrell later, when he called for the check, since I'd
paid for the previous meal.  Before we parted company, Barry started
teasing me to allow Andrew to stay with him tonight.  After getting Farrell
and Katelyn's approval that it would be fine with them, I talked it over
briefly with Andrew as well.  Seeing he was looking forward to this too and
everyone felt it would be okay, I gave him my permission, which thrilled
the duo.  They went into a frenzy of hand slapping and cheers, before they
hopped into the Flannerys' car.

Before saying good-bye, I let Farrell and Katelyn know we'd pick Andrew up
early the following morning and bring a change of clothes for him at that
time.  The rest of us drove back to our rooms, but some of the room
arrangements would be slightly different tonight.  Since Andrew wouldn't be
with us, Sammy, Cole and Graham had decided to share a bed and talked Peter
and Little Ricky into taking the other.  That meant Vinnie would stay in
the room with Dion and Trey, while Duck and Mark stayed with Jake and I
again.

As far as I know, nothing happened in the room with Vinnie, Trey and Dion,
at least not where all three were involved.  Trey and Dion might have done
something once Vinnie fell asleep, but Vinnie was adamant about not doing
anything with anyone but Kevin.  He wasn't going to make the same mistake
his lover had, not even within the family.  Although Kevin had told him it
would be all right to mess around with the others, Vinnie wanted both of
them to remain totally faithful to each other.  Kevin agreed, so Vinnie
didn't get involved in any of the fun.

The other room wasn't quite as restrained.  Cole, Graham and Sammy had
agreed they were going to do something, when they decided to share a bed.
They were preparing to have oral sex, until Sammy made another suggestion.
He said he'd be willing to be in the middle, if they wanted to try anal,
and the other two quickly agreed.

After preparing each other for this, Graham bent over and allowed Sammy to
enter him first.  Once they were set, Cole got behind Sammy and slipped
inside his entrance as well.  Sammy controlled the action, as he thrust
into Graham and then backed into Cole, but the other two carefully matched
their movements to mimic his.  Sammy also reached around and jacked Graham
off at the same time; to make certain all of them were taken care of.

They started off at a fairly slow pace, since none of them wanted this to
end too soon.  However, after a few minutes their speed started to increase
and continued to do so, until they had all ejaculated.  Although they
didn't all reach orgasm at the same time, they each got off and were more
than satisfied with what they'd done.

I learned that Peter and Little Ricky were also active, but I'm not
completely sure if this was solely the result of what the others were
doing.  The previous night, Peter had initially been reluctant about doing
anything sexual with Cole, so I wondered if his agreeing so quickly tonight
meant he was just horny or had a thing for Little Ricky.  Either way, the
pair agreed they would help each other get off too.  I've noticed that
although Peter claims to be straight, he certainly hasn't hesitated in
taking advantage of the supply of willing partners, other than his initial
reticence the previous evening.

However, Little Ricky always seemed to be ready for a little fun and was
eager to take advantage of having a new partner.  This duo quickly agreed
to help each other out orally, although I think Peter had hoped Little
Ricky might satisfy him anally, after he noticed what the others were
doing.  However, Little Ricky wasn't quite ready to make that big leap yet.

Although Peter might have been a little disappointed, each did his best to
satisfy his partner's needs.  They both relished this new opportunity and
made the most of it.  In fact, Peter seemed to be anxious to do this.  He
offered to do Little Ricky first, and when he got between Little Ricky's
legs, he lifted them and began running his tongue around the anal opening
as well.  I think he was still trying to get Little Ricky hot enough that
he would agree to be entered, but that never happened.  Instead, Peter
moved up and took Little Ricky's penis in his mouth, so he could give him
the best blowjob he knew how.

Once he had cum, Little Ricky was quick to return the favor.  He played
with Peter's penis for a few seconds first, as he toyed with Peter's
foreskin, but then he began to work on it in earnest, until Peter unloaded
his boy juice.  Once the moment had passed, the boys agreed to get together
again, to either do the same thing or try something a little different.  I
think this was a sign that they were forming some sort of connection with
each other.  Either that or Peter just has a thing for guys named Ricky.

The following morning, I could tell what they'd done almost as soon as I
entered the room.  Not only were they boys still wearing big smiles on
their faces when I went to wake them, but the smell of sex still lingered
in the air.  It let me know all five of them had had a good time.

When I went down to the desk to check out, I discovered another surprise.
Farrell had arranged for his company to pay for both nights of our stay
there, not just the one I had agreed to, so I knew I'd have to discuss this
with him before we went home.  It was a nice gesture, but wasn't necessary.

Everyone was cheerful and in a pretty good mood as we loaded into the
Suburban and drove to pick Andrew up.  It wasn't long after we got there
that I figured out Barry and Andrew had also had some fun.  I later learned
that they had been sexually active while they were together, as I figured
they might.  Andrew told me later that they'd picked up where the left off
on the camping trip.

Once they got to Barry's room, the boys talked for a while first, while
they waited to make certain the others were asleep.  Once they felt it was
safe, they began fondling each other and soon removed the others underwear.
Both were rock hard as they played with each other's genitals and then they
silently agreed to perform oral sex.

Enthusiastically, they simultaneously began bobbing up and down on each
other's throbbing erections, but Barry soon stopped, so he could enjoy what
Andrew was doing to him.  Eagerly, Andrew continued sliding his mouth up
and down Barry's shaft, which caused Barry's body to tremble and shake.
Barry could no longer control himself, as the awesome feelings the action
was generating built inside of him.  Andrew continued his frantic pace, as
he continuously nodded on Barry's maturing organ and stimulated it, until
Barry arched his back slightly, groaned and spewed his seed.  Once that
happened, he fell back on the bed and enjoyed the afterglow of this
wondrous experience.

Once he had sufficiently recovered, Barry insisted on doing the same thing
to Andrew, who wasn't about to object.  Instead, Andrew laid back and gave
Barry access to his genitals, so it wasn't long before Barry's head began
bouncing up and down, as his lips and tongue caressed Andrew's immature
penis.  Barry didn't seem to mind this minor fact and proceeded with as
much vigor as Andrew had done for him.

It was times like this that Andrew forgot about his failure to reach
puberty yet.  Instead, he put those concerns aside and enjoyed the activity
for the great feelings it brought him.  Therefore, his thoughts were
totally consumed by the wonderful sensations emanating from his groin and
he mirrored Barry's movements, as Barry's head continued to piston up and
down on him.  This continued until Andrew's body shuddered with pleasure,
as those overpowering feelings radiated throughout his small frame.  Even
though it was a dry orgasm, it was just as intense and pleasurable as the
one Barry had enjoyed a few minutes before.

Now that each boy had climaxed, they hugged and thanked each other for the
fantastic experience and then settled in to sleep.  I'm sure they both
slept well and soundly after renewing their deep bond of friendship.  I
knew it was probably going to be difficult to separate them again, after
this.

Fortunately, the pair had been careful and none of the Flannerys learned
what they had been up to.  I wasn't sure how Barry's parents would have
reacted if they discovered such things going on between the boys, but I
hoped they would just brush it off as youthful experimentation.

I gave Andrew his clothes and he and Barry ran up to Barry's room, so he
could change.  After those two had departed, I gave Farrell back the
outfits the boys had worn and apologized for not having the opportunity to
have them cleaned first.  Farrell merely assured me it wasn't necessary and
his company would take care of that minor task.  He then thanked each of us
for helping out and asked if we'd join them again next year.

Before I gave Farrell an answer, I took the opportunity to ask him why he
had his company pay the hotel bill for both nights.  He responded that it
was because we had assumed enough expense traveling there and he,
therefore, wouldn't allow me to assume any more of the financial burden.
Since I didn't totally buy his argument, I told him I owed him and would
make it up to him somehow.  He assured me that wasn't necessary, but I was
determined.

When Andrew and Barry came back downstairs, the Flannerys led us to their
dining room, where they had everything set up for breakfast.  I had planned
on taking both groups out to eat, but since the food was already prepared,
I gave in.

I was shocked that Katelyn and Alannah would try to feed all of us at home,
but they did quite a nice job of it.  Together, they had prepared huge
bowls of scrambled eggs, loaves of toast, made stacks of pancakes and
grilled pounds of sausage and bacon to feed us.  It was all very good and
we enjoyed their efforts.  We thanked them profusely for their hard work,
to which they informed us it had been their pleasure.

I told the Flannerys they had to come visit us next or join us on a
vacation this summer.  They said that sounded nice, but they were not ready
to make any firm commitments.  They already had tentative plans for a
summer outing and Farrell only had a few weeks of vacation.  He had already
used up some of that time and the rest would be used during their other
plans.  Andrew asked if they'd at least let Barry come spend some time with
us, if they didn't join us for vacation, and Farrell said it might be a
possibility.  Hearing this made both boys smile.

Since we still had a long trip home, we said our good-byes, got into the
suburban and hit the road.  I could tell both Andrew and Barry had tears in
their eyes as we drove off and I realized they had formed quite a strong
and special connection between them.  It was at that moment I made the
decision to pressure Farrell to at least let us include Barry in our
vacation plans this year, if his entire family wasn't going to join us.  I
think we all liked the Flannerys, so I hoped they would decide to do this
on their own, but if they couldn't, I wanted Barry and Andrew to be able to
spend a little more time with each other.

The drive home was long, so we broke it up by stopping for a late lunch
along the way.  An hour or so after that, we dropped Duck off at his place
and he thanked us multiple times for including him.  He said he'd had a
great time and then told Mark he'd be in touch.  I think they had also
formed a bond on this outing, so I expected they would be getting together
in the future, either with or without the rest of us.

It was quite late by the time we arrived home, so we just went straight to
bed.  Even though all of us, except for Mark, had the entire next day to
rest and unwind, we all needed a good night's sleep.  It had been a fun
time and I think each of us was glad we had participated.  In fact, I was
fairly certain the boys were even looking forward to doing this again next
year.


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