Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 23:48:33 EST
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 15A
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The Castaway Hotel - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 15A - Our love only grows.
February 2000
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* PLEASE READ - Author's note
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* I wrote two versions of this chapter. You have your choice of how you
want to see the story progress. *
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* Read Chapter 15 if you don't think that Josh should accept Brandon and
Danny's offer to have sex *
* with them, even though they are legally at the age of consent in
the state where the story takes *
* place.
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* Read Chapter 15A if you want the boys to be able to decide if they have
sex with Josh. *
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* Either way, enjoy.
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I was lying on the bed, between the two boys, and they were both kissing
me. Danny's kisses, however, left no doubt in my mind that he was
desperately seeking to urge me to give him his desired release.
Acknowledging his silent plea, I wrapped my arms around his head, pulled
his lips down to mine and I began to kiss him with all the love that I felt
for him. We worked our tongues into each other and I began to taste his
boy flavor for the first time. Like Brandon, it was a sweet taste, a
sweetness that must come with youth and innocence.
I was slowly recovering from my post orgasmic bliss and I began to pay more
attention to Danny. I let my lips move over and nibble on his ear lobes
and then I licked around his outer ear. From there, I moved down to his
neck and worked my way around to his other ear. I repeated my previous
efforts on the new ear and then I moved down to his nipples. As I had with
Brandon, I nursed on two tender, young breasts, sucking and playing with
the erect little nubs that stood up so proudly. Danny was groaning loudly,
appreciating my attention on these two long neglected boy parts and I made
sure that both brown delights got identical attention. I moved along his
body, from his sternum to his navel, licking up the boy taste and washing
away any impurities from the surface.
I licked my way around his genitals, moving through the dark triangle of
pubic hairs and to his tight ball sac. I took the whole thing in my mouth
trying to give him as much pleasure as I could with my tongue. There was a
tickle in my throat and I tried to clear it. Danny squirmed under that
sensation so I cleared my throat a few more times to please him. I went
farther down, bathing his perineum (the area between his scrotum and the
anus) and trying to stimulate this most sensitive of areas. After bringing
as much enjoyment to Danny as I could by stimulating that area, I lifted my
head up and gave his eggs a little more attention. Finally, dropping his
scrotum from my lips, I advanced to move on to his beautiful cut rod. I
slipped my mouth over the head, tasting the pre-cum that had collected
there, and I went down the shaft until I had swallowed it all. I began
bobbing up and down on his joystick, causing enough friction to bring a
prize bull to orgasm. After several minutes of effort, Danny's body
shuddered, his tube swelled in my mouth and he let loose with six strong
blasts of semen into my oral cavity. It was sweet, though not as sweet as
Brandon's spunk, and I kept siphoning his pecker until it was totally
drained of fluids. I crawled back up the bed, until I was even with his
head, and I kissed him again, sharing his own boy taste with him.
"Thanks, dad," he said, once he had recovered. "I loved every minute of
it.
It was awesome."
"I loved it, too, Daniel and I love you even more. If you still want to do
the other, I think I might be able to help you with it. Being with you
boys has made me quite horny and my little one eyed friend is ready to play
some more."
"Fantastic. Get me ready. I didn't really want to wait for this."
"I could tell by your expressions earlier."
"I would have waited, if I had to. I just would prefer not to have to
wait, though. I didn't mean to look like a spoiled child."
"Not a spoiled child, my son, just a slightly disappointed young man.
Seeing I can help you with this problem, we shouldn't need to discuss your
reaction any further." He nodded and kissed me. Brandon had greased me up
while Danny and I were talking. I took the KY and prepared Danny's pucker,
working and stretching him until I had three fingers in his opening. When
he was ready, I lined my hard-on up with his hole and I began my entry. I
pushed against his rosebud, the sphincter giving way to my pressure, and I
eased into his tight tube. When I had penetrated him to my limit, I began
my thrusting motions and I kissed him all around his handsome face. I have
been deeply in love with Danny and Ricky since they moved in and, now, I
had my chance to show him just how much. For the first time, I began to
drink in the clean, boyish smell of my young partner, enjoying the apricot
scent his shampoo had left in his hair. I continued with my long, steady
strokes, knowing I would last longer with Danny than I had with Brandon,
and I worked his tunnel with the skill of a diamond cutter. I made sure
that I had the correct angle for my fuck- stick to stroke his prostate and
I brushed his sensitive gland as frequently as I could. The low throaty
noises that came out of him sounded like some sort of engine that sorely
needed a tune-up. The sounds were raspy, jerky and uneven, as they
coincided, only, with the feelings that were pulsing through his torso.
I was beginning to feel my own tingling sensations starting at my toes and
working their way up my legs to my groin. I began to pound his ass harder
and faster, as Danny's moaning became louder and louder. I began to worry
that the other boys would figure out what was going on in my room and I
wasn't ready to deal with that. I tried to coax Danny into quieting down
and he complied as best he could. I continued to hammer his butt as my own
seed began to rise in my light pole. A few more thrusts and I emptied my
next load of jizz, a somewhat smaller load than earlier. Slowly, I rolled
off of him and lie on the bed between my two lovers. Brandon began to kiss
me again while Danny enjoyed the lingering pleasures of his recent ride.
"Thanks, dad," he whispered to me when he had rejoined our level of
consciousness. "Like Brandon said, that was really awesome. It was better
than I could have hoped for, even after hearing Brandon say how good it
was. I'm glad we did this and I want to do it again sometime. In fact, I
want to do it as many times as we can."
"Look boys. I love you both and no one enjoyed this more than I did but
I'm not sure if we should try to repeat this performance."
"We're old enough," Brandon argued "and we want to. Why shouldn't we do it
if it doesn't hurt anyone."
"Tell me this, though. How do you think your parents would react if they
found out that I was screwing that cute ass of yours? What do you think
the school board would say if they knew I was having intercourse with two
students? I'd lose my job and become a social outcast.
People wouldn't want me dealing with their children and Social Services
wouldn't want me as a foster parent. If this got out, it could make life
miserable for all of us."
"I don't care. We'll just be careful so no one does find out. I don't
care what people would think about what we're doing and we'd find some way
to stay together. I'm old enough to make my own choices and I choose to
make love with you. I love you so much, pop. Please don't make me, make
us have to stop being able to love each other."
"He's right, dad. Brandon and I love each other but I think we both love
you more. It would be easier for me to stop loving him and for him to stop
loving me than for us to stop loving and wanting you. We can work our way
through anything as long as we have each other."
"Boys, we wouldn't have to stop loving each other, we would just stop
having sex. A love that strong or that deep can never be silenced and I
wouldn't want it to be. We would just have to find other ways to express
our love for each other, ways that would be more acceptable."
"No," Brandon screamed. "We're not going to stop and we're not going to
change. We'll just have to be extra careful. Please, pop, I love you and
I want you to love me and to make love to me." He threw himself around me
and clung to me with every ounce of strength that he had. His hot tears
were streaming down his face and washing over my shoulders, back and chest.
Danny was right beside us, his arms wrapped around the both of us, and he
whispered in my ear."
"You know he's right, dad. We're old enough to choose, no matter what his
parents or anyone else thinks. We both know what we're doing and we know
what we want. We're going to keep after you until you agree. We love you
too much to let this stop."
"Maybe I was wrong to do this in the first place but, now that it's done,
there's nothing I can do to change that fact." I paused and thought things
over. "Maybe we can compromise a little. I'll give in and agree that we
can do this occasionally but I'll control when and how often. You just
have to promise that you'll be super cool about this, extremely careful and
no loose lips."
"We agree," they replied, kissing and hugging me at the same time. "Can we
sleep with you tonight?" Brandon asked. " I mean just sleep in the same
bed, no sex or nothing."
"Sure, why not. We've done that part before and only Dustin and Kevin
would think anything about it. I'm sure the other two would be happy to
explain 'the way things are' to them. Come to think of it, even Dustin has
slept with me, at least one night, so I don't expect any hassles from him
either. Danny, please unlock the door, though, in case anyone needs me
during the night. Danny unlocked the door and the three of us crawled
under the sheets, each as naked as the day we were born.
I held them tightly, throughout the night, trying to let my love and
gratitude pass from my body and flow into theirs. I have never felt quite
as much pleasure from lovemaking as these two had shared with me that
night. I think, that after a while, the love making between my wife and me
had become routine, something we did for each other but not something that
we couldn't live without. With the boys, I felt that they needed to give
and receive love so badly that they would have suffered irreparable damage
if they hadn't been able to merge with me when they did. I've never felt
more needed or more loved before and I felt the need to reciprocate
building within me. I wanted to give back to them everything I had
received from their love and more. I was totally in love with these two
and I couldn't release my grip on them, for any reason, during the night.
I even had to fight with myself in the morning to be willing to let them
get out of bed.
Going downstairs to breakfast, we got some strange looks from Jay and
Ricky.
They had been sleeping in Ricky's room, which shared a wall with mine,
and I take it that we had disturbed their slumber. After Danny and Brandon
left the room, the dynamic duo told me that besides teaching the other pair
about sex, I should teach them how to keep the noise down so they didn't
wake everyone else up. I apologize to the boys for the oversight and our
insensitivity but I was grateful that they assumed that it was the older
pair having sex and not me with the boys.
That afternoon we continued our normal routine. We learned that Kevin was
a goalkeeper for his old soccer team and that he was interested in seeing
if it was too late for him to try out with the others. The boys all
assured him that he still would have the opportunity to play on the team.
They asked me to drive them to the school early, so they could work out
with each other before tryouts that afternoon. I agreed and I remained
there so I could sit and watch them while they played. I was impressed
with how good each of the older four boys was skill wise and I felt that
none of them would have to worry about making the team. The younger pair,
however, still had some work ahead of them, especially Jay. I planned to
encourage the older boys into doing some individualize coaching with Ricky
and Jay, to help the boys improve in their spare time. Tryouts started and
the four older boys went with the JV/Varsity group while my munchkins went
with the modified group. I was glad they wouldn't be competing with each
other.
After practice, they all came directly over to join me. "Aren't you going
to shower?" I asked.
"We plan on playing more at home," Kevin responded, "and we'll shower,
there, after we've finished."
"Very well. Let's go then."
I opened the front windows of the van, to make it more breathable, and we
went home. "You guys looked good out there," I told them.
"Did you see Kevin in goal?" Dustin inquired. "He's as quick as a cat in
there. The coach really liked him."
"From what I could tell, I think that the coach liked the way all of you
played. I'm going to be very proud to have my sons make up such a large
percentage of the team." They all thanked me before the younger duo
presented their addendum. "We're not as good as the rest of them but I
think we'll make our team."
"That's only because you're younger and less experienced than the older
boys. I'm glad to hear that you think you'll make the team, though. I'm
sure your brothers will help you improve your skill levels, if that's what
you want. If they do help you, just listen to what they teach you and
you'll soon be doing as well as they are."
"I'm not sure about me," Jay said somewhat sadly. "I haven't got as much
coordination as they do."
"Jay, give yourself some credit," I told him. "You're just at that awkward
stage but that won't last forever. You'll eventually grow into your body
and your coordination will catch up. Don't get down on yourself and don't
give up, in the mean time."
"You really think I'll get better?"
All the boys answered for me and told both boys that they were better than
they thought. They informed them that, with sufficient dedication and
practice, they would help them improve their skills. The dynamic duo
agreed and they set up their own practice schedule for improvement.
Later that evening I took Brandon and Jay home and I came back to spend
time with my four sons. Dustin and Kevin were in the office on the
computer and Danny and Ricky were watching TV. I was in the kitchen
checking on dinner when Kevin asked to speak to me. I said that would be
fine but he said he wanted to talk in private. We went into the family
room and I closed the door behind us.
"Dad, the other boys said that I could talk to you about anything and I
have a problem."
"Well, I'll help you if I can. What the matter?"
"I think there's something wrong with one of my balls."
"What do you mean?"
"It doesn't feel right. I think it has a lump."
"That doesn't sound good. Let me go out and slow dinner down a little so I
can check this out. I'll meet you up in my bedroom in just a minute."
Kevin went upstairs and I turned down the temperature of the oven before I
went up to join him. When I walked into my room, Kevin was already laying
on my bed with his shorts around his ankles. I sat beside him and felt his
testicles with my thumb and fingers. He was right. One of the testicles
did seem to have a lump on it.
"Does it hurt at all?" I asked.
"There's no pain, it just feels funny. I first noticed it after my dad
beat me up after that thing with Dustin. I thought, at first, that it was
just a bruise from the beating but it hasn't gone away."
"Does it cause you any problems when you urinate or ejaculate?"
"I don't think so but I've never really thought about it then. You can
jerk me off to see, if you want."
"I'll be honest with you, Kevin. I'm worried about this. I'll make an
appointment for you with the doctor. I'll call as soon as they open on
Monday."
"Don't you want to check it out to see if it hurts when I shoot?"
"I'm not sure that's necessary but I will if you want."
"Yeah, I do."
"I tried to be very gentle with Kevin, as I rubbed his testicles and penis
with my hand, trying to get him hard. He was very responsive to my touch
and his little buddy was soon standing at attention. I teased his foreskin
for a brief time, letting it slip back and forth over the head. Kevin was
grinning at me while I was doing that.
"I guess you don't see too many uncircumcised cocks?" he wondered aloud.
"Actually, I wasn't circumcised until ten or twelve years ago. I developed
an infection in the foreskin and the doctor tried to treat it with drugs.
The drugs didn't work but by the time we discovered that, he had to
surgically remove the prepuce to keep the infection from spreading. The
skin tissue of my sheath had been badly damaged by the infection. I've
seen Jay wander around with his skin still intact but, other than my own
before the operation, I haven't touched another uncut dick."
"Have fun with mine, then. I like the way you treat it. I guess it's
because you had been uncut, you know what makes it feel good and what makes
it hurt. Most guys want to uncover the head right away and they don't
realize how sensitive our tips are, seeing they're covered most of the
time. You do and you just roll the skin around and don't bother the tip
while you're giving me pleasure. That's nice."
"Well, I'm glad you like that." I continued to play with his dick and then
I began to stroke it, trying to tease his love juice to the surface. "I
want you to tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort at all, no matter
how minor it may seem."
"I will, dad." He paused. "You know, I really like having you as my dad.
I could never have talked to my own father about a problem like this, let
alone have him do this and help me with it."
"I like having you for a son, too, and I'm glad that you trust me enough to
let me help you. You boys are all very important to me and I would do
almost anything for you." Kevin stopped talking and I could see it was
because his breathing was labored as he neared his orgasm. I watched him
as he went rigid, thrusting his hips upward as he released five blasts of
hot boy spunk. It was white and creamy and I snuck a quick taste.
"I saw that," he giggled. "Is it any good?"
"It tastes as sweet as molasses. It's very good, indeed. Did you have any
discomfort?"
"No, the only thing was how good you made me feel while you were working on
my boner."
"Well, I'm glad there was no pain and I'm glad that you enjoyed it. I'm
still going to call the doctor's office Monday morning, though, just to be
on the safe side."
"Thanks, dad. Can I sleep in here with you tonight? I know that the other
boys do once in a while."
"May I sleep with you tonight?"
"You may if I can," he joked, knowing what I was trying to tell him. We
both laughed and I told him that he could.
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