Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2000 09:46:15 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-2   chapter 17

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW  (Young-Friends).
Copyright 2000 by bwstories44
Chapter 17 - New horizons.                                      June 2000

I didn't get to the family room for nearly an hour, as I was thinking about
my discussion with Pat.  I was also wondering if some of the others might
be inclined to think along the same lines as Pat had or if people they knew
at school might start making comments about our newest additions.  When I
had thought about all the possible scenarios for a while, I went out to
join the boys.  When I walked into the family room, I noticed that Dion
wasn't there.  I began to wonder why.

"Where's Dion?" I asked calmly.

"Oh, he and Trey went up to play with the computer.  Trey was going to
teach him some things on it."  My body relaxed slightly.

"Oh, the two of them hit it off?"  I wanted to learn more.

"Yeah, big time," Dustin added.  "We were talking and they found out that
they like a lot of the same things.  They both like to read and they've
both read many of the same books.  Dion wants to learn more about the
computer and Trey is willing to teach him, neither one of them care for
sports, they're both shy and kind of loners at times, and they're only
about a year apart in age."

"Well, that's great.  I'm glad they've found someone they can share their
interests with."

"You should have seen them," Ricky added.  "They couldn't shut up and just
kept talking about books and stuff.  We had to ask them to leave just so we
could we could hear our show."  I could just picture Ricky doing that in
his whiny, little child voice that he liked to use to make his point.  They
probably felt they had to leave or suffer the consequences.  I decided to
go upstairs to see what they were up to.  As I walked up to the door of the
little office, I could hear Trey explaining to Dion how to navigate the
Internet.  I peeked through the door and they were sitting close together
and Dion was listening intently to every word Trey was saying.

"Well, it looks like you two are hitting it off," I stated as I walked in
the door.

"Yeah, Trey was teaching me about the computer," Dion offered
enthusiastically.

"Well, that's very nice of you, Trey.  I hear that you two have a lot in
common."

"We do, Pop.  We even read most of the same books.  It's great.  Now, I
have someone to talk to about some of the other things I enjoy, things that
most of the other guys aren't interested in."

"That's great.  I'll leave you two alone so you can get back to whatever
you're doing."

"You don't have to," Dion chirped.  "You can join us."

"Thanks for the offer but you don't look like you need my help.  I'll see
you both later."

"Pop," Trey added, "would you mind if Dion and I showered together
tonight?"

"I don't mind, but what does Dion think about that idea?"

"I don't mind.  I showered with the other guys at school and I think it
would be neat to try it here.  I've never had anyone I could do that with
before."

"Have fun then, but remember that no one does anything unless the other
person agrees."

"I know, Pop," Trey responded.  "I already told Dion that, too, when I
asked him if he wanted to shower together."

"Good.  I just wanted to make sure that you both understood that.  I'll see
you after you're done."  As I headed down the stairs, the two of them ran
behind me toward the old master bathroom.  I could also hear someone in the
other upstairs bathroom and I assumed shower time had begun.  I went back
down to the family room to join the others.  I had no sooner sat down in my
chair when Andrew came over and crawled onto my lap.

"What's up, kid?"

"I just wanted to sit with you for a while.  Okay?"

"Sure it's okay."  That's all he needed and he rested the side of his head
against my chest and draped his legs over my lap.  I put my arms around him
and gave him a hug.

"This is nice," I told him.

"Yeah, it is," he answered.  I think my littlest and youngest son is going
to be a cuddler but that certainly isn't going to be a problem.  He felt so
small and so vulnerable in my embrace and I could only think about the pain
he had already been made to endure in his young life.  I rested my cheek on
the top of head and we sat like that through a couple of shows.  I saw
Ricky, Cole, and Graham grinning at us on several different occasions, as
they noted how close Andrew was getting to me.  After the second program
ended, they asked Andrew if he wanted to join them for a shower.  He looked
up at me, as if he were silently asking for my permission, and I smacked
him on his tiny bottom and told him to go ahead.  He smiled up at me, gave
me a kiss on the cheek, and then jumped off of my lap.  He waved back at me
before he went out the door.

I looked around and realized that Trey and Dion didn't come down to join us
after their shower.  I thought that I'd walk upstairs to check on them.
After all, it was Dion's first night.  I heard them talking in Dion's room
and I went down to see what they were up to.  They were both walking around
the room naked, arranging things and putting away Dion's clothes.  I was
shocked when I looked at Dion as he moved about.  The little shit was hung.
He must have been 5" soft and his circumcised pole swung back and forth
under his small pubic patch as he moved about.

"Are you getting settled?"  Dion looked up quickly, having not noticed me
peeking into the room earlier.

"You scared me!" he exclaimed and then he looked down at his unclothed body
and then at Trey.  "You aren't mad because we don't have any clothes on,
are you?"

"No.  Should I be?"

"I guess not.  Trey told me that the boys usually did this after their
showers.  I just wasn't sure.  I've never done anything like this before."

"Well, you've nothing to be afraid of and there's sure no need to hide that
great body of yours."  He looked down at the floor when I said that.  I
think I embarrassed him.  "You sure are well endowed for a little dude."

 "I know.  Some of the guys in my old school used to joke with me about how
big my dick is, compared to theirs.  It kind of made me proud that I was
bigger there than the rest of them."

"Yes, I can understand that.  Well, you'll fit in well here if you're not
embarrassed about running around nude.  I'm sure most of the boys will be
dressed the same way as the two of you, as soon as they finish their
showers."

"I was hoping this place would be fun and it is.  I was worried at first
when I didn't see any other black boys but this is cool.  Everyone has been
real nice to me."

"And I'm sure that they will continue to be.  Welcome to the family, Dion."
He looked up at me and smiled, then he walked over to me and wrapped his
arms around my waist.

"Thank you for asking me to live here.  I think Trey and I are going to be
good friends and I like you a lot.  I'm so happy that I'm not alone any
more."

"In this house there isn't a chance of your ever being alone.  You might
come to wish you had more time to be by yourself."

"Never.  I've had enough of that already.  Now I want to see what I can do
with all of these guys to help me.  I think that it's going to be fun."

"Well, I hope you still feel that way a month from now and a year from now.
I'm sure that Sally will be happy to know how you feel."  He nodded and I
left the two boys alone to finish getting Dion settled.  They spent the
rest of their night upstairs and I think that Trey and Dion even slept
together in his single bed, although Trey told me later that nothing sexual
happened.  Trey didn't want to push him too quickly.  He thought he'd let
him get used to running around the house naked first.

Sally came back on Sunday and I think she was amazed at how well Dion had
adjusted.  He just rattled on and on, telling her about all the things he
had done since he had been there, and telling her about Trey and all the
things they had in common.  When she asked him if he liked it here and
wanted to stay, his eyes lit up and a grin spread from ear to ear as he
told her 'yes'.  She stayed for quite a while and watched him play and
frolic about with the others, and she hugged him good-bye and kissed him on
the forehead before she left.  He waved at her as she drove away but I saw
no regrets concerning his decision.

On Monday, I enrolled Dion in school and one of the guidance counselors
gave him his schedule.  Trey showed him around the school and filled him in
on the gossip about his teachers.  I checked up on him a couple of times
that first day and he seemed to be doing just fine.  He also had a nice
smile for me when he would see me looking at him.  Later that evening, he
told me it was nice to know that I really cared about how he was doing.

The next few days were quite uneventful for Dion.  He was bogged down with
homework in the evening, because his old school was slightly behind the
pace our school was setting in his studies.  Trey offered to help him when
he needed it, so he could catch up.  I was noticing this invisible bond
forming between those two boys, but from what I could tell it was strictly
on a Platonic level for now.

Thursday I got another surprise.  When I picked up the boys from the high
school, Pat was not in too good a shape.  His shirt was torn, he had
scrapes and bruises on his face, and he wasn't in a particularly good mood.
When I asked up what had happened, he merely responded that he would tell
me when we got home.  I left it at that and decided that I would give him
time to come to me about whatever had happened.  As soon as I got home, I
started to fix dinner and I was busy in the kitchen.  About a half an hour
later, Pat asked me if we could go into my bedroom to talk.  He followed me
into the room, we sat down on the bed beside each other, and he looked up
at me before he began his account.

"Dad, I got in a fight at school today."

"Really?  What was it about?"

"Remember when we talked the other day?"

"Do you mean our chat about our newest family members?"

"Yeah, that one.  Well, Monday a couple of the guys made a remark at lunch
about Sammy and Andrew and I told him that I didn't want to hear it any
more.  I told him they were my brothers and if anyone said anything bad or
mean about them I'd punch their lights out.  They looked shocked, but they
accepted what I said and no one said anything more.until today.  I guess
word got around about Dion and one of the guys started asking me what I
thought of my nigger brother.  I told him the same thing I had said the
other day, but this time he didn't listen.  He kept making nasty comments
about Dion and I warned him two more times.  Then he made a comment that
Dion and all the other niggers should be shipped back to Africa, so I
belted him.  Two of our friends came after me next and there were a lot of
punches being thrown.  Then, the first guy joined back in, after the shock
off the effects of my punch wore off, and I was kind of outnumbered.  One
of my other friends stuck up for me and started to help me fight the other
three.  We held our own for most of the time, maybe even better than that.
I think two of the three are going to have nice shiners and the other one
had a gash on his cheek, where my friend Tommy's ring cut into him when
Tommy punched him."

"Did you get into any trouble over this fight?"

"No.  It happened during lunch and it took place outside.  I think they
were afraid they'd get in trouble over what they said, so they didn't tell
anyone.  The guy with the cut was telling people that he got cut on a piece
of chain link fence that was sticking out."

"Do any of your brothers know about this?"

"Yeah, Danny, Dustin, and Ricky know.  Some of their friends told them that
they thought I had been in a fight and they asked me about it.  I told them
what happened but I told them not to let Dion, Sammy, or Andrew find out.
I don't want them to feel bad because of my stupid ex-friends."

"That's quite a turn-around from the other day."

"I know.  I thought about what you said and I spent time with all three of
them over the weekend.  They're all pretty cool and I got to know more
about them.  You were right.  Except for their skin color being different,
they're the same as the rest of us.  I feel really stupid now.  That's two
dumb things that I've done since I've been here."

"Pat, there's no way that any of us can keep from doing silly things from
time to time.  The important thing is that you have grown considerably
after each of those incidents.  I can forgive your outbursts because we
were able to talk about them both times and you grew as a human being.
Actually, I'm quite proud of you and I imagine Danny, Dustin, and Ricky are
too, especially since it happened defending your brothers."  I wrapped my
arms around his upper body and drew him tightly against me.  I thought
about my next move for a minute, evaluating Pat's age and possible reaction
to what I was about to do, but I went ahead and did it anyway.  I kissed
him on his forehead.  His reaction wasn't what I expected.  I expected him
to pull away and tell me he was too old for that but he merely looked up at
me and grinned before he spoke.

"Thanks, I needed that.  I knew you'd like it that I stood up for my
brothers but I wasn't sure how you'd feel about my getting into a fight at
school.  That just let me know that everything's cool.  It means a lot to
me that you'd still kiss me after some of the things I've said and done."

"Pat, I might not always like the things you say and do, but I will always
love you, in spite of everything else.  You're my son and that will become
official in a couple of months.  That means no matter how many
disagreements we might have, I will keep on loving you until the day I die.
Even if you get too old for an occasional kiss or hug, it won't mean that I
love you any less than I do right now."

"Thanks, Dad.  I'll make sure that I do the same for you and my brothers,
all of them.  Even if the next one has three arms and two heads, I will
still love him and protect him from people outside the family who would try
to harm him."

"I'd say that you just took a giant step toward becoming a man, and I'm
proud of you for it."

After Pat and I finished our discussion, I thought about an old saying.
They say that wars are won by winning little battles.  I can only relate
that to the two victories Pat had won, over his homophobia and his racial
bias, and I know he is on his way to winning his struggle to become a fine
man and a valuable member of our community.

Nothing more was said about Pat's encounter but I did notice that he was
spending much more time with his three newest brothers.  It may have been
due to a partial attack of conscience, but whatever caused it, Pat seemed
to be making up for lost time with them.  The three boys appreciated his
attention, as well.  None of them had many, if any, playmates before they
came to live here and Pat was keeping them busy and teaching them many new
things.  He taught them board games, card games, and he patiently showed
them how to use the collection of electronic games I had purchased for all
the boys to use this past Christmas.  I was still amazed but pleased with
his 180 degree turnabout.

Nothing further happened to him at school on Friday, either.  I spent the
whole day expecting some sort of phone call from the high school, either
telling me that he had been in another fight or informing me about his
punishment for the previous one.  That phone call never came.  Pat did tell
me later that evening that three of his former friends now hated him but
that some of the others had apologized to him for what they had done.  They
said they never thought much about it before Pat stood up to them, they
just thought that protecting their own race was something that they should
do.  After talking to Pat, they said they had learned that, if anything,
they were embarrassing their race by pushing a narrow-minded, hateful
attitude.  They thought about it Thursday night and realized that if
blacks, Orientals, or other minority groups acted the same way, all there
could ever be would be hatred and fighting.  They asked Pat to forgive them
and to apologize to his brothers for them.  Pat told them that his brothers
were unaware of what happened, so the boys told Pat that maybe they could
include the boys in some of their activities in the future, as a gesture of
reconciliation.  Pat quickly accepted their offer and thanked them for
remaining his friends.

Saturday the boys decided to have a big kickball game in the side yard.
They even invited Brandon and Jay to our house to spend Saturday with us
and to stay over Saturday night.  This would give Brandon and Jay a chance
to get to know our newest additions better.  The kickball game was chosen
because the boys all knew that Dion, Sammy, and Andrew weren't very
athletic, so they figured this would be the ideal game for them to get some
exercise and do things with their other brothers.  The three boys were
nervous about playing but you could tell they were very pleased, knowing
that this whole game had been orchestrated on their behalf.  There were six
boys on one team and seven on the other, Andrew being the additional boy on
the second team.  Because of the time of year, it was cold out and the boys
were dressed warmly, but there was no snow.  In the southern part of the
state, there seldom was ever any snow.

The game lasted for well over an hour and a half.  I could hear from the
house the yells of excitement, the arguments over the close calls, and the
encouragement they were offering one another from the house.  I was doing
some chores inside but I was trying to keep tabs on the game outside.  When
the game ended, the boys came inside, laughing and talking about the game,
and I pulled a cold twelve-pack of Coke from the refrigerator for my
thirsty troops.  They had to tell me about all the highlights of the game,
as they downed their drinks.  Andrew was bursting to tell me about his
'homerun' although I was later informed that it was the result of some
rather inaccurate and poorly timed throws by some of the other boys.  Sammy
told me about the great catch he made in the outfield, and the boys
verified that it was a rather impressive and difficult catch at that.  Dion
was just thrilled that he had others to play with like that.  He made sure
that we knew that the only time he could play games like that was at
school, but he had seldom been selected for the teams because of his lack
of athleticism.  We told him that his skills should improve quickly,
playing against his brothers, and he said that didn't really matter as long
as he had them to have fun with.

Saturday evening, there was another breakthrough, of sorts.  Trey had asked
Dion to join his again for their nightly shower.  Dion agreed and the boys
were using the upstairs bathroom to clean up.  While they were in the
shower, Trey started the ball rolling.

"Dion, do you ever jerk off?"

Dion was caught off guard and only stammered for a minute or so.  "You mean
play with myself?"

"Yeah, that's another way of putting it.  Well, do you ever do it?"

"No.  My grandma told me that I'd hurt myself doing that.  She told me to
leave it alone until I was older."

"Grown-ups sometimes say things like that but it isn't true.  My brothers
and I do it all of the time.  It feels great.  Do you want to try it?"

"I don't know.  It still will feel wrong to touch myself like that.  I
mean, I've always believed what my grandma told me."

"What if I did it for you?  Would that make you feel better about it?"

"I don't know.  It just seems wrong somehow."

"Look, if I do it for you it will give you a chance to see how you feel
about it.  If you like it, you can return the favor by doing it to me.
What do you say?"

"You really think it's okay?  I know you say you guys do it all the time
and it feels good, but I'm still.well, I'm not sure."

"Look, you just stand there and I'll do all of the work.  You just lean
back and enjoy.  All right?"

"Yeah, okay.  I'll try it once."

Dion leaned back against the shower wall and Trey started to massage the
large piece of meat that dangled between his legs and his nut sac that hung
behind it.  Dion started to moan almost immediately, as his rod filled with
blood and rose to its full length, just about seven inches.  Damn, and the
kid was only twelve!  Trey was in awe as it continued to grow and he
wrapped his hand around it and began pumping as soon as Dion was totally
hard.  He looked at Dion's face and he could tell that the kid was in
heaven and enjoying every second of this new thrill.  Dion's eyes were
glazed over and rolled back in his head, his breathing was rapid and
shallow, and he was making little purring like noises as he encountered
this new sensation for the first time.  Because this was his first
masturbatory experience, Dion was being overwhelmed by all of the powerful,
tingling sensations that were coursing through his body.  This rapidly
brought him to the pinnacle of release and he groaned, his body stiffened,
and he sprayed his first load of boy-cream all over himself, Trey, and the
shower.  He was panting heavily, as he had just finished soaring with the
eagles, and his legs were weak from the exertion.  He continued to lean
against the shower wall until he regained his strength.  As his orgasmic
afterglow began to fade, he looked up at Trey and flashed a huge grin.

"Damn, if I had known that it would feel like that I would have been
slapping that thing silly all of the time.  No wonder my grandma wanted to
discourage me from doing it.  She must have known that once I started I
would never want to stop.  She would have been right.  That was so cool
that I want to do it again, okay?"

"Well, it will take you a few minutes to recover.  We could try it again in
a little while, if you still want.  Do you want to do it to me now?"

"Yeah, sure."  He looked at Trey.  "I have to ask you something first,
though.  Okay?"

"Sure, anything."

"I wanted to ask you before but I was scared that I'd hurt your feelings
but after this I think it will be okay.  Trey, why does your dick look so
funny?  Do you have some kind of disease or something?"

Trey let out a little laugh.  "No, Dion.  I take it that you've never seen
an uncircumcised prick before.  Yours looked like this too, when you were
born, except your parents had the doctor cut off the extra piece of skin
that I still have.  If I pull my foreskin back, my dick will look just like
yours, except not quite as long."  The boys looked up at each other and
grinned.  Dion was proud that Trey had acknowledged that his penis was
bigger.  Trey reached down and pulled his foreskin back, exposed his shiny
helmet, and showed it to Dion.  Dion was fascinated.

"It does look the same, except that it looks like it's wearing a
turtleneck."

"Yeah, I guess that's one way to put it.  Well, you can check it out for
yourself, if you'd like, and then you can make me shoot my load.  What do
you say?"

"I'd say that sounds like fun."

Dion reached out and grabbed Trey's uncut pole.  It was on its way to
growing to its full six inches.  He pulled the foreskin back and forth
several times, fascinated with how it worked, and then he began to
seriously stroke it up and down.  Trey was watching Dion's reaction as he
played with his boyhood, noting his curious expressions and his glow of
discovery, as he continued to stroke his plump sausage.  Dion was so caught
up in the moment that he was stroking rapidly, like a piston in a speeding
automobile.  This was bringing Trey quickly to the peak, and soon his
engorged dick exploded and sent the contents of his testicles flying all
around.  Dion continued to pump on his rod until Trey reached down and
stopped him, as his glans became overly sensitive from the attention.  As
soon as he had recovered, Trey gave Dion a hug and thanked him for the
great job.  Dion just smiled and said he had enjoyed it too.  Then Dion
asked Trey if he would do him a second time.

"Oh, God!" Trey exclaimed.  "I've created a nympho."

"What's that?" Dion wanted to know.

"A nympho is short for nymphomaniac.  That's somebody who can't get enough
sex."

Dion smiled at Trey.  "Yes, I guess that you're right.  You have created a
numpho.  Now, will you do it for me again?"

"Yeah, sure."  Trey reached out and started rubbing his hand over and
around Dion's sex organs again, trying to bring him back to a state of full
arousal.  It didn't take very long before Dion was ready for round two.
Trey thought about giving him a blow-job but he decided that it was
probably way too soon for that.  Instead, he just kept stroking his long,
slender erection.  Dion's mouth hung open; he was panting again, and this
time he started thrusting his hips to meet Trey's hand movements.  Man, he
was really getting into to this for a novice.

Between the actions of the two of them, Dion was rapidly approaching his
second climax within a matter of minutes.  His hips were thrusting back and
forth like a rabbit in heat and he was making more and more noises as he
enjoyed all the electric currents that shot throughout his frame.  He was
trembling from pleasure as Trey moved behind him, jerking him off with one
hand and using his other hand to manipulate his balls.  Trey was also
helping to hold Dion up, too, as his legs were beginning to grow weak
again.  Dion had now reached the point of no return and it looked as if
rigor mortis was setting into his young body.  He stiffened, arched his
back, and released his second load of spunk, though not as thick or
abundant as the first time.  Trey made sure that he drained Dion's cock
before he released it and then he helped clean up the evidence of their
little tryst.  He helped Dion get out of the shower, he turned off the
water, and he began to help dry Dion's body.  About halfway through this,
Dion regained his composure and awareness and he wrapped his arms around
Trey's upper body.

"Thanks, man.  I owe you for that one.  That was super, really great.  I'm
glad you showed me about all of that."

"You're welcome and thanks for doing me.  Remember, some of the others
might be willing to do the same thing with you but no one does anything
unless both people want to.  That's why I made sure that you really wanted
to do it.  Nobody cares what we do with each other, as long as both people
agree to it.  Do you understand?"

"I sure do and I'm really glad Aunt Sally brought me here.  I think I like
this place a lot, and I like everybody in it even more."

The boys finished up and went downstairs and I could tell from their
satisfied expressions, the length of time they had been gone, and their
tender looking cocks that they had been up to something.  Trey merely
grinned in my direction before he sat down next to Dion.


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Although I realize that there are still a few chapters remaining to be
posted for Book 2, I have been considering the idea of writing a Book 3 to
this series.  Therefore I need some input from you, my readers.  I need to
know if there is still enough interest in this story line or whether you
are starting to get bored with this tale.  As a friend of my referred to
this story as my version of 'the never-ending story', I don't want to be
accused of beating a dead horse.  I only want to continue this saga if
people still find it interesting, if it's worthy of continuing, and if it
still has a following.  I would appreciate it if you would email your
comments to me at the address below, as this will give me time to digest
your comments and make a decision.  Thanks.  Bill

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