Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 16:36:04 EST
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 10

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The Castaway Hotel - by BW  (Young-Friends).                Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 10 - Our vacation (Part 3).
February 2000

The sixth day of our trip (a Friday) began with a quick breakfast and a
three-hour trip to Monticello, the home of our third President, Thomas
Jefferson.  The biggest surprise of this stop was not the house but the
knowledge we gained about Jefferson.  Not only was he the author of the
'Declaration of Independence', one of our founding fathers and a president,
he was also an architect, an inventor and a man of enormous genius.  I do
believe the boys came away with a whole new respect for the man.

Now, after a quick lunch late lunch, we were on the road again.  After a
two and one half hour drive, we were at Williamsburg, where we would spend
the next four nights.  Before finding the Inn where we would be staying, I
took the boys to their first truly non-educational stop of the vacation, a
visit to 'Go Karts Plus'.  For the next few hours, the boys drove go carts
over two different tracks, rode bumper boats, played miniature golf and
played 'skee' ball and video games.  I joined them in some of the
activities but, for the most part, I was more than content to sit back and
watch the boys be boys.  By the time we ate dinner and checked into our
room, my companions were so tired that they merely took quick showers and
collapsed into bed.  They had enjoyed enough 'games' for one day.

Saturday, I woke the boys at 5AM (cruel, I know, for a weekend) and we ate
breakfast and arrived at Busch Gardens by the time the gates opened.  This
is a theme park with a European flavor.  We visited, so to speak, England,
Germany, France and Italy.  My young companions, also, spent time on five
roller coasters, the 'Battering Ram', the 'Roman Rapids' and numerous other
rides.  The park had animals, as well, but the boys only gave them a
cursory perusal after our day at the National Zoo.  I allowed the boys to
spend the day on their own, admonishing them to stay with their partner and
advising them where they could find me.  At various times during the day,
one team or the other would come to locate me and drag me off to join them
for a few rides before I would return to my designated spot.  I think that
they were afraid that the 'old man' wouldn't have a good time without them.
At the end of the day, I returned to our accommodations with four weary
lads.  After taking brief showers, they made their way to bed.  It wasn't
long before they were making 'Z's' and replaying the day's activities over
in their dreams.

Sunday, I woke them at 5AM, once more, to spend the day at Water Country
USA.  Following similar instructions as yesterday, the lads zigzagged from
one place to another, finding such wonders as 'Big Daddy Falls', the 'Jet
Stream', the 'Lemon Drop', the 'Malibu Pipeline' and the 'Surfer's
Pipeline', where they had their first go at surfing.  Three of the boys did
fairly well but one, who shall remain nameless, had enough trouble standing
on his own two feet on the ground without trying to maneuver a board over
the water.  Needless to say, he provided us with a few laughs with his
efforts.  He was soon interested in moving to something else and dragged me
on a few other rides while the others continued to improve their skills.
After the park closed, we followed up all of the day's activities with a
very late dinner, rapid showers and an evening of unconsciousness.

Monday took us to 'Colonial Williamsburg' where we spent the day
discovering what it would have been like to live in 18th century America.
We visited restored taverns, an Inn, a blacksmith's shop, a magazine (where
they would have kept gun powder and weapons), a guardhouse, courthouse,
capital building and several period homes.  We did a great deal of walking
that day and we returned to our room suffering from severe fatigue.  No one
showered that evening, as they didn't have the strength or willpower
required.  We merely collapsed on the beds and went to sleep.

We awoke from our last night in Williamsburg, showered, ate and loaded into
the van.  We traveled slightly more than an hour before we arrived at our
home for the next five days, a motel on Virginia Beach.  The boys cheered,
when I told them the news about how long we would be here, and I knew this
would give them a chance to rest and relax after the hectic pace of the
past few days.  We were on the top (third) floor of the motel and had a
room that looked down on the beach.  We had a private balcony, on which I
could sit and still see the boys near the ocean, and there was a private
pool.  We spent the remainder of the day covered in sun block, relaxing on
the beach and frolicking in the ocean.  After an informal dinner, Brandon
and Jay approached me, using Danny and Ricky as back-ups.

"Mr. Currie, we need to ask you a question," Jay began.

"Fire away.  You should know by now that you can ask me anything."

"We know," Brandon replied.  "After the last week or so, we feel like
you're our second dad and we wondered if we could call you something
besides Mr. Currie?"

I was very flattered by this request.  "What did you have in mind?"

"We're not sure.  We wouldn't feel right calling you dad, because we both
have our own fathers, and, besides, it wouldn't be fair to Danny and Ricky
if we did that.  We were hoping that you could think of something."

"That one's a toughie.  Let me think for a minute."  I quickly tried to
weed out suitable possibilities from the collection of ideas I tossed
around in my mind.  "Well, let's see what you think of these two
possibilities.  You could call me Uncle Josh or you can use the name that
my oldest son and his friends called me.  'Pop'."

There was a great deal of whispering between all four boys before Brandon
turned back and spoke to me.  "We all think pop would be best.  Is that OK
with you?"

"Certainly or I wouldn't have suggested it."

"Great," they both said, as they came over and hugged me.  "And thanks for
the great vacation, pop," Jay added with a huge grin on his face, "even if
you guys did tease me about being clumsy."

We all laughed and then I spoke.  "That reminds me, Jay.  Please stay off
the balcony."  He slugged me in the arm and all of the boys jumped on me,
pinning me to the sofa.

"Do you promise to leave Jay alone, pop?" Brandon giggled.

"Only if the other three of you promise to keep an eye on him."

"No problem," Ricky shot back, "but the next time you tease him were going
to have to torture you.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, daddy," I mocked in my best childish voice, which encourage a barrage
of tickling and poking and the plea, 'tell us you're sorry".  I wasn't
about to give in so easily which caused a big wrestling match to ensue.  I
held my own for a while but was, eventually, overcome by the quartet's
youthful endurance and my own poor stamina.  Totally spent, I ordered a
halt to the activity by relegating my companions to the shower.  The
dynamic duo wasted no time in jumping up and running for the bath, shouting
'we're first' as they went.  Having gone several days with no sexual
release, the buddies quickly agreed to do the 'old hand jive' for each
other.  When their hands had finished the workout, they came out to relax
and watch the Baltimore Orioles' baseball game I had discovered while
flicking through the channels.

Brandon and Danny were next to go into the bathroom.  Stepping under the
spray, Danny asked the question they both were thinking.  "What do you want
to do tonight, Brand?"

Brandon hesitated about making his choice known.  He didn't want to push
Danny too fast but he needed to let him know what he was thinking.  "Have
you.well, have you.ever thought.about.well.doing it in.you know.the butt?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it," Danny said looking at the at the bottom of
the tub, "but I'm afraid that it would hurt too much so I don't want to do
it."

"I know.  I've been afraid too.  I really want to try it but only if we can
do it without the pain."

"Dad showed me some stories on the Internet but only two of the stories had
the characters doing that.  Both of those stories talked about the pain but
said it turned into good feelings after a while.  That's nice that the pain
didn't last but I don't want it to hurt at all."

"Me either.  What are we going to do?"

"I don't know.  Maybe we could talk to my dad."

"Danny, I like your dad and all but I don't know if I feel comfortable
talking to him about this.  I mean, it is pretty private stuff and he is,
well, an adult."

"Yes, he is but he's different.  He's been really cool about things like
this.  Besides, whom else can we go to?"

"I don't know.  Do you think he would help us?"

"Sure.  He helped me before so I don't see why he wouldn't now."

"I know but this just seems so weird."

"I know but I don't see any other way."

Brandon thought for a minute.  "OK but you have to ask him."

"All right, I can do that.  We'll have to keep him in the room and ask him
after the other two go to the beach.  Deal?"

"Sounds like a plan to me.  How about a blowjob for now, to tide us over?"

"You're on."

The boys then proceeded to suck each other to a quick orgasm.  Hey, it's
been a few days since they last shot their wads so how long did you expect
them to last.  After they dried off, they went out to join the others and
watched the end of the game.  They knew they would have to watch for their
opportunity to get me alone with them, hoping that I could solve their
problem.  That opportunity came late the next morning, after the younger
pair decided to soak up some rays on the beach.  I was getting ready to
accompany them when Danny asked me to stay.

"Dad, would you stay here with us?  We need to ask you a question."
Puzzled, I agreed and the other two ran off.  "This isn't easy to ask," he
began, "but Brandon and I need your help."  There was a lengthy,
uncomfortable silence.  Finally, he continued.  "I guess there's no easy
way to say this so here it goes.  Brandon and I want to have sex by.well
by.sticking our dicks up the other one's butt.  There I've said it."

"Yes, you did.  Now, I know what you want to do but what's your question?"

"Oh, yeah.  Well, we're afraid of the pain from doing it and we wanted to
know if you could show us how we could do it without it hurting?"

I had to think this out carefully before I responded.  Having organized my
words in my mind, I began.  "You both feel this way, that this is what you
want to do?"  They nodded simultaneously.  "Well, this is a very big step
and I hope you boys have thought about this carefully."  Again they nodded
in agreement.  "I've had no personal experience with anal intercourse but I
have, of course, had sex.  I have read about similar circumstances for both
male and female penetration and some possible solutions for the problem.
If I agree to do this, you'll have to trust me and agree to do what I tell
you.
  I'll be with you through the whole experience the first time you do this.
I know that will be it very awkward, for all of us, but that's the only way
I can be sure you do exactly what I tell you.  Would you be comfortable
with that?"  They stepped away for a couple of minutes and discussed it
between themselves.  They came back and said that would be fine.  "I'll
need you boys to wait here for a while so I can go to the store to make a
couple of quick purchases.  I'll be back shortly."  They nodded their heads
in understanding and I moved toward the door.  "Don't go away.  I'll be
right back."

I went to the parking lot, jumped into the van and drove to the nearest
drug store.  I selected the items that would be needed for this encounter,
paid the cashier and returned to the room carrying a small bag.  The boys
were trying to develop x-ray vision to see what was inside.  "You'll find
out soon enough," I told them, "if you two are still serious about this."
They nodded their agreement, a look of eagerness and fear plastered all
over their faces.  "OK, get undressed and we'll begin.  I won't get
involved with this, other than to instruct and guide you and to monitor
your progress.  I think I may be crazy for doing this but I'd rather help
you myself than let you turn to someone else for guidance or fumble your
way through this on your own."

"Thanks, dad," Danny said as he was removing his clothes.  "I knew we could
count on you."

"Yes, thanks, pop.  I thought Danny was nuts when he said that we should
ask you to help," Brandon added, "but I should have know that you wouldn't
let us down.  Jay and I know that we can count on you as much, or maybe
even more, than our own parents.  I guess that's why we felt funny still
calling you Mr.  Currie.  I love you, pop."

That one caught me off guard.  For the most part, I know that boys aren't
usually willing or very eager to share their feelings like this, especially
when it involves the 'L' word.  Stunned by the apparent ease and sincerity
with which he said this, I didn't immediately reply.  Slowly, I regained my
composure and looked into Brandon's eyes.  "I love you, too, Brandon.  In
fact, I love all of you a great deal.  After my wife died, I was very
lonely and kept myself isolated.  When Ricky and Danny came to live with
me, they brought a spark back into my life and they rekindled emotions I
had forgotten were there.  You and Jay have added to those feelings for me.
No matter what else happens in my life, I would still feel a void if you
boys weren't around.  I want you to know and, I'll tell Jay the same thing
later that, you can both count on me to help you with your problems or
answer your questions, if I can.  Our home is your home and you're welcomed
there as often or for how ever long you want.  You are both calling me pop
and I want you to know that I have begun to think of you as my sons, as
well, just like Danny and Ricky.  A few months ago I was all alone, my
children having grown and moved away and my wife deceased, and, now, I have
four new sons who have brought more joy into my life than I would have
thought possible."

Suddenly, two naked boys wrapped themselves around me, hugging me
affectionately and kissing my face.  I guess that maybe this was the
closest I would come to dying and going to heaven without actually having
to leave this world.

"OK, time to get back to business.  Who wants to do what first?"

"I guess that I'll let Danny do me first, pop.  I suggested doing this but
it was Danny who was most concerned about it hurting.  If I go first and it
hurts me, I won't make Danny do it."

"That's very generous of you, Brandon.  The ability to think of others
first and to put their interests ahead of your own is what makes a true
friend.  I'm glad to know that Danny has such a good one."

"Brandon," Danny interrupted, "if you're doing this for me then I'm going
to do it for you, whether it hurts or not.  I want you to have your chance
to see what it's like, too."

"That doesn't matter. You don't have to do this unless we can do it without
any pain.  I mean that.  It was my idea to try this, not yours.  If it
hurts me then I'm just not going to do it to you and you won't be able to
make me."

"We'll see," Danny interjected.  He always likes to get in the last word on
any discussions.

"Brandon, I want you to get on all fours on the bed," I began.  "Then, I'm
going to show Danny how to loosen you up for penetration."  Brandon did
what he was told and I moved Danny into position behind him.  "Danny, this
is a tube of KY jelly.  I want you to put a bit on your index finger and,
then, rub it all over it.  Now, put another big glob of KY on the tip of
that same finger and rub it all around Brandon's hole."  I grabbed
Brandon's ass cheeks and pulled them apart so Danny would have access to
his target.  Danny spread the jell all around the outside of the pucker.

"Smear some more KY on that finger and, this time, you're going to start to
work it inside his anus.  Go slow so he can adjust to everything you do.
Brandon, as he starts to push his finger into your butt, relax and push
down on your ass muscles, like you're taking a crap.  This will open the
hole and remove most, if not all, of the pain.  Do either of you have any
questions before we start?"
  They both shook their heads 'no'.  I took hold of Danny's right hand,
with his index finger pointed forward, and moved it until it touched that
pink rosebud.  I worked his hand so his finger made tiny circles around the
entrance.  After doing this for a brief time, I put his finger against the
hole and urged his hand to move forward, slightly.  "Push down, Brandon,
and try to relax."

I could tell Brandon was pushing and Danny's finger slipped in, up to the
first knuckle.  Brandon gasped.  "Did that hurt, Brandon?" I wanted to
know.

"No, it was just an automatic reaction.  I'm fine.  Danny can keep going."
I put a little more pressure on Danny's hand, pushing the finger in deeper.
I made him wait for Brandon to adjust and, then, I twisted his hand so his
finger would twirl around.  When he seemed ready, I pushed Danny's finger
the rest of the way in.  We waited for Brandon to get used to this finger
before I pulled Danny's hand back and forth, finger fucking Brandon's hole.
"How does it feel, Brandon?" I inquired.

"Good.  There's no pain at all."  I let Danny work his finger some more
before I had him move on.

"Danny, pull your finger out and put another dab of KY on your first two
fingers.  Rub it around well.  Now, insert those fingers the same way we
did the first.  Danny lined up his two fingers and then pushed them past
the sphincter.  Brandon gasped, again but quickly signaled us that he was
fine.  Danny twisted the fingers around, pushing them in all directions to
widen the gateway.  I indicated, with a gesture, that I wanted Danny to
curl his fingers.  When Brandon moaned loudly, I knew that Danny had
brushed against the prostate.  I was working completely with hand signals,
now, so I didn't spook the crouching Brandon.  I signaled him to pull out
and use three fingers and Danny understood.  He added more KY and worked
three digits into his partner.  The next signal was to twist them around,
followed by the thrusting motions.

"How are you doing, Brandon?" I asked.

"Fine.  The last time hurt a little but not much."  I signaled Danny to
stop.

"Brandon, turn around for a minute and face Danny."  I waited for him to
complete this maneuver.  "Work on Danny's penis until it gets hard then
spread a generous amount of KY over its entire surface."  Brandon did just
that and both boys were ready to continue the lesson.  "Brandon, turn back
the other way and Danny, get on your knees behind him."  I waited for them
to get into their positions.  "Danny I'm going to hold both of your hips
and direct your actions.  When I think your ready, I'll let go and you'll
be on your own.  Any questions?"  Again, both nodded that there weren't.

I put my hands over Danny's hips, as he lined up his penis with Brandon's
rectum.  I pushed him gently forward until his spearhead was touching the
bull's eye.  I applied a little more pressure on the back of his hips and
the head of Danny's cock slipped past the guardian.  Making sure that
Brandon was all right, I pushed him gradually in, a little at a time, until
Danny's pubes were tickling the back of Brandon's ass.  We hesitated,
giving Brandon time to adjust to the intruder before we continued.  Now, I
moved Danny's pelvis in a slow rocking motion, in and out of Brandon's
tunnel and guttural noises started emerging from both young throats.  I
kept Danny in a nice fluid motion of long, slow strokes and, gradually, I
increased his pace.  Once he looked like he was into it, I whispered in his
ear and released my control.

Danny continued with all the confidence of a pro, working Brandon's virgin
ass, and he kept increasing his speed as he felt his seed begin to churn
and boil in his scrotum.  Before long, he was pumping hard and fast as he
neared his climax, and both boys were moaning excitedly.  Danny was up to
short quick strokes as he arched his back, driving his penis in and up to
the hilt.  He arched his back as his cannon exploded with five creamy ropes
of semen.  Sounds of moans and grunts echoed off of the walls as the boys
enjoyed the fading sensations of their virginal experience.  Once Danny's
dick was drained, he collapsed on Brandon's back.  Brandon rolled to his
side, taking Danny with him, but Danny's prick remained, steadfast, in the
deflowered channel.  They stayed like that for several minutes before
either boy commented or moved.

"That was wicked," Danny began.  "I've never felt anything like that.  It
was like a hundred wet lips were wrapped around my penis and they just
sucked everything out of me.  I never thought it would be that good."  He
looked at Brandon and smiled.  "How was it for you."

"Nice, really nice.  You kept hitting something in there and it just sent
tingles all over me.  It only hurt a little bit but it didn't last very
long and, then, it made me feel real good.  Thanks, pop, for teaching us
how to do it without it hurting."

"You're welcome, both of you.  When you're ready, we'll switch you boys
around and I'll teach Brandon what he needs to know."

It wasn't long before they were ready to go in reverse.  I had Brandon lube
up his fingers and I worked his hand as we probed Danny with one, two and,
finally, three fingers.  I made him work them all around, stretching the
tight chute, until I felt the hole was ready.  Next, I had Danny work on
Brandon, getting him hard and greasing his pole.  When they were in
position, I held onto Brandon's hips and I led him through the same
beginning process.  As his confidence built, I released my grip on him and
he continued the process on autopilot.  The instincts that Mother Nature
had given to all of her creatures soon took control and Brandon's thrusting
increased in pace and he neared his orgasm.  The last several strokes were
fast and hard before he sunk his muscle deep into Danny's cavern and
splashed his lining with several loads of his boy juice.  After the
consummation had been completed, they became a panting heap of spent
boyhood, lost in the afterglow of sexual bliss.

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