Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 20:04:59 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel -2  chapter 3

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW  (Young-Friends).        Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 3 - Let the good times roll.
      May 2000

After I drove to the house, I told all the boys to go inside and get busy
except for Pat.  I was going to take him down to the home improvement store
to pick out the items for his room.  "I talked to my contractor and he said
that he could start on the room by the middle of next week.  That means
that you'll probably be spending a couple of weeks in Ricky's room before
it's done.  Do you have any problems with that?"

"I don't if Ricky doesn't."

"Don't worry, he won't."

We went in and Pat picked a paper pattern that depicted sailboats gliding
across a crystal clear lake.  It was really attractive and very peaceful
looking and I suggested that we do the upper half of the room in that and
the bottom in a wood paneling, like some of the other boys had done.  He
agreed and selected a medium oak paneling for the bottom half and I left
the two sample names at the business counter for my contractor.  We had
done this before so I knew that it would not be a problem.  We went out and
got in the van and headed home.

"Thanks," Pat said as soon as the van's doors had closed.  "I can't believe
you're doing all of this just for me."

"Why not?  Why should you have any less than anyone else?"

"I'm just not used to people wanting to do things for me.  Most of the time
people just wanted something from me or they wanted me to stay out of their
way.  Thank you for being so nice."

"The reason that I agreed to take boys in need in the first place was so I
could help them.  That's all I'm doing for you.  It's not that big a deal."

"Maybe not to you but it sure is for me so thank you."

This discussion could have lasted forever so I just decided to leave it at
that.  I reached over and squeezed his shoulder and he turned in the seat
and smiled at me in return.  "Next, you will have to decide if you want a
single or double bed in the room.  We need to get one because there is none
in there so you decide which would be best for you."

I pulled in the driveway and Pat didn't get out.  "I've made a decision,"
he announced.

"About the bed?"

"No.  It's about something much more important.  I want to call you dad, if
that's alright with you."

"I would love that.  Thanks.  I feel very honored that you feel that way."

"No, I'm the lucky one because you treat me better than either of my own
parents did.  If ever there was a man who should be called father or dad,
it's you."

We exited the van and Pat ran around to give me a hug before we entered the
house.  Kevin met me as soon as I got to the foyer.  "Dad, some lawyer from
Miami called for you a little while ago and he said he'd call back later to
speak with you."

"A lawyer?  From Miami?  I'm have no idea what that would be about.  Did he
say when he'd call?"

"No, he just said that he'd call later."

I went about fixing dinner and then we ate.  The boys were just cleaning up
the dishes when the phone rang.  I told them that I'd answer it.

"Hello."

"Hello.  May I speak to Mr. Joshua Currie?"

"This is he."

"Mr. Currie, my name is Louis Kaufman.  I'm an attorney and the executor
for the will of one Jacob Goldman."

"I'm afraid that I know no one by that name."

"I realize that sir and I'm willing to explain to you what I know about
him.
  Mr. Goldman had been a holocaust survivor as a child and he moved to the
states as a young boy.  He married, started a business and he became very
wealthy.  He and his wife never had any children because the experience in
the death camps had left him unable to produce sperm.  His wife passed away
several years ago and he had no other living relatives, as most of them had
been killed during the war.  About a week after he read about you and your
boys in some publication, he had me change his will and name you as the
principal beneficiary of his fortune.  He said that he admired what you
were doing and, after seeing so much evil and hatred in the world, he
wanted to help you to be able to afford to take in more boys over the
coming years and give them a loving and caring environment in which to
grow.  I have calculated that your share of the estate will come to just
over five million dollars, after taxes."

I nearly fell over and dropped the phone.  Dustin saw me and came running
over to grab me and he yelled to Danny to get a chair from the dining room.
I sat down and I could hear Mr. Kaufman speaking to me over the phone.
"Mr. Currie.Mr. Currie.Hello.Are you still there?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Kaufman but I was just a little overwhelmed by your news.
Did I hear you correctly?  Did you just tell me that I would be getting a
little over five million dollars.after taxes?"

The boys eyes lit up and their mouths dropped toward the floor.  "Yes, you
heard me correctly.  If you wouldn't mind, I'll be sending an associate
with a bank check made payable to you and some other papers for you to
sign.  Just tell me where you'd like to meet this individual to complete
the transaction."

All the details were then gone over and everything was set.  I hung up the
phone and I was barraged with questions from the boys.  "What was that
about five million dollars?  Are you going to get that?  Are we going to
move?  What's does that mean for us?"

There were many other questions and I answered them as best I could.  I
told them about the money and where it came from and why it was given to
us.  I told them that we weren't going to move or do anything differently.
That money would ensure that we could afford to take in as many boys who
were around that needed our help and there would be plenty of money there
for any or all of them to go to college, if they so desired.  The boys were
happy and I think that they were also relieved, relieved to know that their
lives would not change drastically.  I think they were comforted by the
knowledge that we'd try to maintain the same togetherness and happiness we
had enjoyed up until now.

I was barely able to keep a lid on the excitement for the rest of the
evening but the boys finally settled down.  They went up to bed and I
closed up the house behind them.  As I was going up to my room, I noticed
that the door to the jungle room was closed, something that rarely ever
happened.  I immediately realized that they were either cooking up some
plan for the morning or they were doing a little experimenting.  I put my
ear to the door and determined quickly that it was the latter so I went on
down the hall and jumped, performed my nightly ritual and jumped into bed.

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Ricky, Cole and Graham had gone up to their room and hopped into bed.
Before long Graham spoke up.  "How come you guys never want to do anything
with me?"

"We do everything with you," Cole answered.

"I mean in bed at night, you know.sex things.  Is it because I'm not cut?"

Cole and Ricky looked at each other.  "No, that wouldn't make a
difference," Ricky told him.  "I've done it with Jay and he wasn't cut.  We
just weren't sure that you wanted to do anything.  You never seemed liked
you were interested.  Cole and I don't do it very often but sometimes we
sneak into one of the bathrooms to fool around for a while.  Not up the
butt, though."

"Can we do something tonight?" Graham wanted to know.

"Sure," Cole told him.  "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know.  I've never done more than touch somebody else."

"Do you ever beat your meat?" Ricky asked him.  He saw the confused look on
Graham's face.  "You know, play with yourself.jerk off?"

"You mean rub my wiener."

"Yeah, that's what I mean.  Do you do that?"

"Sometimes."

"Can you shoot?"

"Shoot what?"

"Shoot white stuff out of your wiener."

"I don't think so."

"Okay then, we'll find that out first," Ricky told him.  "Lie back and
we'll see what you can do.  Cole, you can suck on his tits while I jerk him
off.  We'll see how he likes that before we do anything else."

Graham reclined backward onto the bed with Cole on his left and Ricky on
his right.  Cole bent over his brother and started to work on his left
nipple while Ricky began to lick around his navel.  Graham was very
ticklish and he began to giggle but his little soldier popped right to
attention.  Ricky reached down with his right hand and began to fondle his
nut sac and stiff penis, gently stroking the area to give him maximum
enjoyment.  Now Graham's movements were not a reaction to the tickling
feelings but, instead, he was thrusting his groin up to met Ricky's hand to
encourage him to stroke it.  After a few minutes, Ricky wrapped his thumb
and first two fingers around his little boner and he began to pump it up
and down.  The foreskin on Graham's little rod went back and forth,
allowing his bright pink head to pop in and out as the stimulation
continued.  Little squeaking sounds emanated from Graham's throat as his
body began to undulate beneath the attention of his two bedmates.

Cole had moved over to Graham's right nipple, eagerly licking and sucking
the little nub before he gentling begin to nibble at that erect little
piece of flesh.  Graham squealed from delight as his brother worked on his
chest but the best for him was yet to come.  Ricky was now pumping faster
on Graham's erection and the boy's hips were bouncing up and down of the
bed in pure joy.  After a couple more minutes of this intense stimulation,
Grahams body stiffened, his back arched toward the ceiling and the first
spurts of a watery liquid shot from the head of his cock.  Ricky didn't let
up, though, and he kept pumping away at Graham's spraying fire hose.  Three
more threads of his immature seed burst from his tiny slit and soon there
were small puddles of this liquid forming on his stomach and covering the
few scattered hairs surrounding the base of his penis.  Graham was still
breathing heavily, in rapid, shallow breaths, when Graham's back relaxed
and his butt fell back onto the bed.  Ricky and Cole smiled at the young
boy as they watched him enjoy the afterglow from his recent ejaculation.

When Graham regained his senses he merely reached his arms out to his side,
grabbed his two brothers by the waist and he pulled them to him.  "Thanks,
that was awesome."

"We would have done that for you before if we had known that you wanted
it," Cole told him.

"Yeah, we didn't think you were ready yet," Ricky added.  "You never let on
at all that you might want to do this and we didn't want to push you into
it if you weren't interested."

"Well, I am now and I want to do it more with you guys."

"No problem," Ricky told him.  "What do you want to do now?"

"Can I do that to both of you?"

"Sure!" Cole chirped.  "Who do you want to do it with?"

"Both of you.  First I'll do it with you and then Ricky.  Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Ricky answered with Cole shaking his head
energetically up and down.

The boys switched positions of the bed so Cole was lying down, Graham was
on his right and Ricky was on his left.  This time Ricky got to work on
Cole's breast so Graham could play with his dick.  Graham didn't waste any
time reaching out, rubbing and stroking Cole's groin.  He let his small
hands run all around the scrotum, squeezing the entire thing in his palm
before he began to finger and explore the testicles separately.  When he
was satisfied with his manipulation of that area, he ran his fingers up and
around the shaft, through the small bush of pubic hairs and all over his
abdomen.  Finally, Graham's small hand wrapped around the fleshy tube and
he began to stroke it up and down.

"Your wiener feels different than mine, without the extra skin."

"I know what you mean," Ricky responded.  "I felt the same way the first
time I did this with Jay.  It was different but still nice."

"Yes.  I'm not saying it's bad, it's just different."

Graham went back to stroking his brother's stiffie and Cole was enjoying
the feeling of his brother's small, warm hand as it squeezed his penis
lightly as it glided up and down his shaft.  It didn't take all that long
before Cole's body stiffened, his penis swelled in Graham's palm and
strings of his white, creamy cum bolted from his pulsing member.  Graham
started stroking even faster as he watched the sticky liquid shoot from his
brother's mast until Cole had to reach down and grab Graham's arm to stop
him, as his penis was becoming sore with the frantic pumping.

"That was fun," Graham chirped excitedly.  "Come on Ricky.  I want to do
you now."

"Hold on their sport," Ricky answered him.  "We need to give Cole a chance
to recover first."

"Okay," Graham said a little disappointed.  It was obvious that he had
enjoyed what he had just done and wanted to continue without any hesitation
or delay.  He understood what Ricky was telling him, however, and he
remembered how he had also taken a few minutes to rest after he had shot
his load.  He stretched out next to Cole as he waited.

Cole was slowly coming out of his blissful afterglow when he reached out,
grabbed Graham and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"Thanks, little bro.  That was great and I'll do it with you again anytime
that you want."  Graham blushed from the suddenness of Cole affection and
then he smiled at his older brother appreciatively.  They were now a little
closer to each other than they had been before.

Within a minute or two the boys had switched positions once more, with
Ricky lying on the bed, Cole on his left and Graham on his right.  Graham
was making sure that he was going to get to do the same thing to Ricky that
he had just done to Cole, especially since Ricky's pecker was a little
bigger that Cole's.  Ricky's body had barely hit the mattress when Graham's
hand shot out and began rubbing and grabbing at Ricky's rigid mast.
Graham's exploration was more hurried than it was with Cole and there
seemed to be an urgency to his movements.

"Slow down, Graham," Ricky urged him.  "I'm not going anywhere and you can
take all the time you need.  Just take it easy so I can enjoy this too."

"Sorry," Graham replied meekly.  "It's just so much fun that I wanted to
get going.  You're right, though, and I'll go slower."

Now, Graham took his trembling, hot, little hand and began to massage
Ricky's ball bag and manipulate the watery orbs within.  Ricky sighed
loudly and tried to encourage his younger partner.  "That's it.  That feels
great.  Oooooooh yeah, keep that up.  That's fantastic."

Graham smiled at Ricky's comments and it encouraged him to play with Ricky
gonads longer than he had originally planned.  Eventually he brought his
hand up and wrapped it around Ricky's granite pole and he began to stroke
it up and down.  Ricky was enjoying the touch of the satiny soft skin of
Graham's hand and the tender but yet firm hold he had on his pole.  Ricky
sprawled back and enjoyed the dual manipulations from his young partners
and he reveled in the warm waves of feelings that were bathing his body
from their attention.  He silently hoped that this experience would last
for a long time but it was only a few minutes before he recognized that
familiar tingle building up in his loins, soon to consume his every fiber.
When the sensations became too strong to hold back any longer, his love
muscle exploded, sending streams of spunk spewing from the gasping lips of
the tiny slit that opened from his crown.  Graham was more aware not to
overdo it this time but he milked Ricky's cock until every drop of his
cream had been drained from his boyhood.

The three boys kissed, hugged and thanked each other for the wonderful
feelings they had just given to one another.  The cleaned off, slipped
under the sheet and cuddled like a pack of newborn puppies.  Cole and Ricky
made sure that Graham was in between them and they wrapped their arms and
legs over and around his body, making him the focal point of this group
embrace.  The boys slept well that night, hardly any movement between the
three of them, and their dreams were filled with pleasant thoughts of
future encounters with each other.  Even though this had been Graham's
initial experience being touched and touching someone else during a sexual
act, he was already dreaming of many more sessions doing the same and
different things with these two and maybe even with some of his older
brothers.  The bug had bitten and it would be hard to satisfy the curiosity
he now felt about the male body.

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