Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2012 23:51:43 -0500 (EST)
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Next Generation, chapter 31

The Castaway Hotel: Next Generation - by BW
Copyright 2011 by billwstories
Chapter 31 -- A Time of Love.

Once we arrived at the restaurant, we were led back to the
small, private dining room I had reserved.  The six of us
were dressed up in our best suits and ties and I thought we
each looked very handsome and dapper, as we followed the
maitre d'.

After we were seated, each couple at a separate table
within the room, we were given menus.  Our drink order
was then taken and we took a few minutes to peruse the
menus and read the selections, including the specials.
During this time, each of us decided what we were in the
mood for, as we sipped the cocktails that had been set
next to us.

While we were enjoying our drinks, the waiter came in and
took our orders.  Once he had gone, Dion started to play
some of the tunes he had downloaded for this special
night.  They were all romantic songs and other beautiful
melodies that we could slow dance to later, but we enjoyed
listening to them now, while we chatted with our partners
and waited for our food.

Before long, our meals were delivered and we moved on to
the next phase of this wondrous evening.  This happened
as we savored the culinary delights for the pallet and
washed it down with the warming sensations of the
alcoholic treats, which had been provided for our pleasure
by Bacchus himself.

This fabulous evening was made even more special, due to
the fact that we were able to spend the entire time
focused solely on the one other person who fulfilled our
lives.  Yes, we were still aware that the others were in the
same room with us, but we only had eyes for our partners.
It was a truly magical time, filled with words of love,
touches of tenderness and embraces of passion.

Once we finished the last morsels of the scrumptious
desserts we'd ordered, we got up and stepped away from
the tables, so we could dance with our soul mates.
Rhythmically, we swayed to the enchanting tunes that
Dion had specifically chosen for this special event.  We
must have done this for nearly three hours, as the waiter
repeatedly moved in and out of the room to take away the
dirty dishes or ask if we wished to order another drink.
He merely smiled when he saw us embraced in each
other's arms, since he was someone who had waited on us
before and was well aware of the fact that we were all
couples.  It was nice to be able to unwind and have fun,
without being judged.

As the hour grew late, we agreed the time had come to end
this truly enchanting night.  We paid the bill and left a
sizable tip for our wonderful waiter and then made the
return trip home.  I did the driving, since I had switched
to coffee after dinner and no longer felt the effects of the
few drinks I had enjoyed earlier.  I had offered to do this,
so the others could continue to enjoy their evening
however they saw fit.

Upon reaching home, we discovered the boys were still
awake and in the family room.  They came out to greet us
as we entered and eagerly asked if we'd had a good time.
After we assured them we had, we bid the boys goodnight
and suggested they not stay up too late.  They merely
smiled and said they wouldn't, as we made our way to our
rooms.

I'm certain that each of us revelers tried to be as quiet as
we could, while we enjoyed making mad, passionate love
with our partners.  Even though we understood the boys
were probably well aware of what we were up to, we felt it
best not to over-stimulate their hormone-driven minds.
This was especially true where Hayden was concerned,
because we didn't totally comprehend what he thought of
the fact that we were happily paired up with another male.
He hadn't made a big deal about it up to this point and
had even told us he enjoyed being with us, so we didn't
want to create a problem where there currently wasn't
one.  As the old saying goes, we let a sleeping dog lie.

When Hayden came downstairs with Elliot on Sunday
morning, I gave him a choice.

"Hayden, do you want to go to church with us, or would
you prefer we drop you off at home on the way?" I
wondered.

"I know you don't go to the same church my family does,"
he began, "but I don't mind going with you.  Besides, my
parents won't be back until later.  They said they'd call me
on my cell phone when they got in."

"We're fine with having you join us, if that's what you
want to do," I assured him.  "We also don't eat much
before the service, because we like to go out for brunch
afterward."

"That's cool, but you guys sure do eat out a lot," Hayden
observed.

"Not really," I replied.  "We do go out for brunch most
Sundays, but last night was a special event.  We usually
only eat out on special occasions, so I hope you don't get
the wrong impression about what we do."

"Nah.  It's all cool," he agreed, as he headed upstairs to
clean up and put on something appropriate.

After church and brunch, we returned to the house and
the boys went back to the rec room and challenged each
other at air hockey and table tennis.  We had also picked
Joshie up before we came back, so he was in the rec room
with the others too.  He could play air hockey with them,
because he had a milk crate to stand on, but he wasn't
quite ready for the table tennis.  Therefore, he played with
his basketball set, when the other boys challenged each
other at ping-pong.

Hayden's parents called a few hours later and told him
they were stopping by to pick him up on their way
through.  As soon as he ended the call, he raced upstairs
and collected his things, and then he came down and
thanked us for letting him spend the weekend with us.  We
assured him it wasn't a problem and we'd enjoyed his
company, but he thanked us again and said he'd had a
great time.

His parents also came in to thank us and briefly described
their romantic weekend in New York.  We told them we
were glad they'd had a good time and Hayden was welcome
to come back anytime they felt the need to get away
again.  Before they left, they thanked us one more time
and then took their son and went home.

Now that Valentine's Day was behind us, I spent a
considerable amount of time with Elliot, as he ironed out
the details concerning what he wanted to do for Brandon's
birthday.  Elliot also wanted to get Brandon a very special
present, but he had no idea what that would be, so we
spent many hours together as I told him about his father's
likes and dislikes.  Since I had no idea what he might get
Brandon either, I felt this was the best way to help him
figure out what Brandon might like.

You see, Elliot was determined to come up with something
that would have special meaning for Brandon, while also
showing him how much Elliot appreciates everything he
has done for him.  I wanted to help Elliot think of
something, yet I was just as stymied as he was.  Yes, I
could think of a bunch of things Brandon might like or
would enjoy, but they just weren't special enough to
Elliot's mind.  He didn't feel those suggestions portrayed
the correct sentiment or elicited the type of feelings that
he was trying to convey.

"Elliot, do you want me to talk to Danny about this?" I
wondered.  "He may have a better idea of something
Brandon might want that would also meet the
requirements you have for it."

"No!  I don't want him to know either," Elliot demanded.
"I want this to be a total surprise for both of them, not
just Dad Brandon."

"It isn't Danny's birthday, just Brandon's, so why can't he
know?" I asked.

"Because I want them both to be surprised," he asserted.
"You may think it's silly, but I want to do something
similar for Dad Danny's birthday too.  It's just that I want
them to be surprised this time, as I try to show them how
special they are and how much they mean to me."

"Okay.  I get it," I agreed.  "Let's start over and we'll see
what we can come up with."

This was not an easy task and we spent many hours
deliberating on it.  I half expected Elliot to get frustrated
and give up, but he was absolutely determined.  He was a
man on a mission and no mere mortal was going to deter
him.

This doesn't mean that there weren't moments when
something else was able to distract him and one of these
distractions was Jesse.  Fortunately, these past few nights
Elliot and Jesse had been staying together and once they
were alone, Jesse found a way to make Elliot temporarily
forget his problems, if only for a brief time.

On this particular evening, Jesse could see something was
bothering Elliot again, but Elliot wouldn't tell him what it
was.  Since he didn't have the slightest idea how else he
could help, Jesse slowly stripped Elliot out of his clothing
and began doing the one thing he knew would make Elliot
relax and forget whatever was troubling him.

Tenderly, Jesse let his lips meet Elliot's and Elliot
willingly gave himself over to the older boy.  As their lips
pressed against each other, they attempted to ravenously
imbue their love into each other.  While their tongues
dueled in a joyous and sensual dance, all the tension and
concerns began to slowly drain from Elliot's frame.

Gradually, Jesse released his contact with Elliot's mouth,
so he could gently begin to nibble and kiss his neck.  Elliot
was completely giving himself over to his more
experienced partner, as he reveled in the overwhelming,
delightful sensations Jesse was providing him.  Almost
imperceptibly, Jesse slid lower and began to run his
tongue around Elliot's nipples, and then he nipped at the
tiny, protruding nubs, just before he began to suckle on
them, like a newborn at its mother's breast.

Elliot was moaning and gyrating on the bed, as the electric
impulses of sexual bliss coursed throughout his body.
Now, Jesse was running his tongue down Elliot's chest, as
he worked his way toward Elliot's navel and traced his
path toward Elliot's midsection.  Jesse was just above the
pubic patch, when he suddenly stopped, stood up and
positioned himself at Elliot's feet.  Delicately, Jesse
grasped Elliot's ankles and lifted his legs, as he moved
closer and began to kneel.  Elliot almost catapulted off the
mattress when he felt Jesse's tongue contact his anal ring
and then lovingly, yet persistently, attempted to get
Elliot's sphincter to yield.

Elliot's body was trembling in the throes of euphoric bliss,
as Jesse drove his tongue in and around the muscular love
ring.  After spending many minutes of paying devotion to
this sensitive area, Jesse worked his way up the perineum
and lathed Elliot's scrotum with his tongue.  Then, he
gingerly rolled Elliot's testicles around in his mouth and
then ever so carefully sucked on those watery orbs, just
before he reached his final goal.

Elliot's midsection was humping the air as Jesse licked up
his erection.  Jesse took his time and slowly worked his
way up to the crown, and then he slid his mouth over the
mushroom head and swallowed the entire length of Elliot's
penis.  As he began to bob his head up and down, Elliot
began thrusting his hips and forcing his engorged shaft in
and out of Jesse's gullet.  Elliot's hands were resting on
Jesse's head and his fingers were sliding through Jesse's
hair, as he tried to direct Jesse's effort to match the
desire welling up within him.

This rhythmic tango lasted for a few more wonderful and
delicious minutes, before Elliot began to feel the rushing
tide of his orgasm building within his groin.  As the nectar
of his youth began to rise up the shaft, Elliot thrust one
final time into Jesse's throat and released several blasts of
his boy seed.  Totally spent, his body collapsed back onto
the mattress, as his mind attempted to deal with the
powerful sensations and exquisite feelings his orgasm had
released.

It took several more minutes for Elliot to recover from
this mind-blowing climax and then he looked around to
locate the person responsible for making him feel so great.
As soon as his eyes came to rest on Jesse's face, he spoke.

"Thank you so much for that," he gushed.  "I guess I
needed that more tonight than I realized."

"You don't need to thank me," Jesse responded.  "We're
family and that's what's important.  We're there for each
other when we need to be and show each other that we
will get through every problem as one.  That's why family
is so special."

For a moment, Elliot remained speechless and just stared
at Jesse.  His mind was racing at warp speed, as he
digested what Jesse had just said.  Unexpectedly, Elliot's
eyes shot wide open and he sat up on the bed.

"That's it," he screamed.

He then hoped out of the bed and raced out of the room.

I was startled when Elliot came racing into the kitchen.
His eyes were wild and his face was beaming, but that
wasn't what nearly made me drop the snack I had just
fixed for myself.

"I've got it," Elliot told me, nearly breathlessly.  "I know
what I want to get for Dad Brandon."

"That's great, but did you forget something else," I asked,
which caused Elliot to flash me a bewildered look.

"Just look down and you'll figure it out," I advised him.

Elliot did as I asked and then his mouth dropped open and
his face turned red.  Before anything else was said, I saw
Elliot's bare ass flying up the stairs, as he raced back to
his room.

"Why didn't you tell me I was naked," he screamed, as he
re-entered his room.

"Um, I thought you knew," Jesse told him.  "I mean after
what we just did it was kind of obvious."

"But why didn't you stop me?" he asked next.

"I just thought you were in a hurry to go to the toilet or
you just didn't care," Jesse explained.  "I had no idea you
were going to run downstairs, but didn't want to do it
naked."

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Elliot began to
calm down.  Then a grin began to form on his lips and he
burst out laughing.

"I feel like an idiot, but I guess it wasn't too bad," Elliot
admitted, after a few seconds.  "It was only Papa and I
know he's seen me naked before.  They told me he had to
help give me baths and assist me going to the toilet when
I first came here, along with my dads.  Since no one else
saw me and he's seen me before, I guess I won't die of
embarrassment -- this time."

I could hear Jesse laughing upstairs, as Elliot came down
the steps again.  This time, he had something on.

"Sorry about that," he said, as he approached, "but I was
just so excited.  I finally know what I want to get Dad
Brandon for his birthday."

"Hey, it didn't bother me, if you were okay with it," I
assured him.  "So what have you come up with?"

Elliot dragged me into the dining room before he would
tell me.  Then in a hushed tone, so no one else would
overhear, he told me what his idea was.

"That is perfect!" I exclaimed.  "Brandon will love it and
cherish it forever."

Elliot was beaming, after hearing me confirm that he had
come up with the ideal present.  Now, I had to help him
make his wish come true.

Elliot could hardly contain his excitement, as he waited
for Friday to arrive.  I thought he might even spill the
beans accidentally, because he was so eager to see how
Brandon was going to react to the gift he had selected for
him.  I was nervous just watching him, as he attempted to
contain his excitement, so I was also relieved when the big
day finally arrived.  I had been very afraid that Elliot was
going to hyperventilate and pass out before he got his
chance to reveal his little surprise.

On Friday, Elliot raced into the house after school and
quickly got everything ready.  Then he went around and
told Jesse, Dion and Trey that they needed to get cleaned
up and dressed in nice clothes, because we were all going
out for dinner.  He wanted us all to be ready before the
others got home and then he would tell Jake and his dads
to do the same thing, once they showed up from work.
For the next couple of hours he acted like an expectant
father, as he waited for the others to arrive.

Although everyone kept asking what was up, Elliot
wouldn't divulge his secret.  He would only say that I knew
and approved of what he was doing and I merely confirmed
his statement, without giving any additional details.  Once
the others had arrived home, cleaned up and changed, he
told them to go out and get in the Suburban, and then I
would drive them to their destination.  I think the others
were getting a big kick out of the mysterious way in which
Elliot was acting.

As we pulled into the restaurant, he told us to get out and
follow him.  Once we were inside, he announced our party
to the maitre d' and we were led back to the private dining
room again.

"What's going on?" Danny asked, once we were inside.

"This is a birthday party for Dad Brandon," Elliot
announced.  "Happy Birthday, Dad," he added, as he gave
Brandon a tremendous and affectionate embrace.

"But I'm throwing him a birthday party tomorrow," Danny
whispered in Elliot's ear.

"I know, but I wanted to do something special for him all
by myself," Elliot confirmed.

Elliot then directed us to be seated and announced that
we were to order whatever we wanted.  The others looked
at him quizzically.

"Elliot is throwing this party and paying for the entire
thing himself," I told them.  "I think you should probably
just do what he says."

"But how can he be paying for this?" Danny asked next.
"He can't get to his money unless Brandon or I do it for
him, and I know I haven't done that.  I also doubt he
would have asked Brandon to do it either, since this party
is for him."

"That's true," I agreed, "so I'm temporarily covering the
tab for him, until he gets you to help him with that
matter.  He was determined to do this and I saw no harm
in it, but he didn't want either of you to know what he was
up to, because he wanted it to be a surprise."

"It's definitely a surprise," Brandon agreed, "but he
shouldn't be spending his money on us.  His father left it
for his future."

"What this is costing me won't even make a dent in it,"
Elliot replied, "but no matter how much it costs, I really
wanted to do this for you."

Having said that, Danny and Brandon ended their protest
and asked Elliot to sit between them.  After exchanging
hugs with each of them, he sat down and we all looked at
our menus.

It was another wonderful meal, which it always is
whenever we come here, and after we finished, the waiter
reappeared with a birthday cake that Elliot had special
ordered.  It read, 'Happy Birthday Dad Brandon, from your
son.'  I know that alone touched his fathers.

"Are we going to sing Happy Birthday to Uncle Brandon?"
I heard Joshie ask his father.

"Yes.  Just wait and we will," Dion told him.

Joshie was having a hard time waiting for Danny and
Brandon to finish their conversation with Elliot, but he
managed.  Then, the candles were lit on the birthday cake
and we began to sing.

After Brandon cut the cake and Elliot brought each of us a
piece, he then went back to his seat.  Once he was there,
he reached inside his pocket and withdrew a small, flat
box.

"Happy Birthday, Dad," he announced, as he handed him
the gift.

Carefully, Brandon unwrapped the small package and
looked inside.  Once he saw what was in there, he looked
up and spoke.

"A gift certificate.  Thank you," he said.

"It's not just any gift certificate," Elliot announced.  "This
one is special.  It's a gift certificate to a photo studio.  I've
paid for us to have our first family photo taken -- just the
three of us."

Immediately, Brandon's jaw dropped and his mouth hung
open.  I could also see there were tears forming in his
eyes.  As I glanced at Danny, the same thing was
happening to him.  After a few moments of being totally
speechless, Brandon composed himself and thanked his
son.

"That is absolutely the best gift you could have given me,"
he announced.  "It will give me something I will cherish
forever and remind us of the sad, yet wonderful, day when
you came into our lives."

It was truly a thoughtful present, followed by an equally
appropriate comment from Brandon, as they shared this
joyous moment together.  As I stated before, I don't think
he could have come up with a more perfect gift, no matter
how hard he'd tried.

Before we left the restaurant, each of us thanked Elliot for
the fine meal and fantastic party.  We also told him he had
done a wonderful job planning it and had found the ideal
present for his father.  Elliot was bursting with pride that
he had pulled this off and thrilled by the reaction he had
received from his fathers.  I don't think this could have
been scripted more perfectly or ended any better.