Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 21:02:24 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-Book 3   chapter 1

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The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts.
The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality.

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chapter.

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Authors Note:

A friend sent me this little ditty to kick off Book 3.  I hope you enjoy it.

                     Ballad of the Castaways

For many very pleasant days, we've read about the castaways
And seen how almost ev'ry lad has added to the fun they've had.
They've had their ups, they've had their downs, they had their smiles,
	they've had their frowns,
But through it all they've joined, well knit, as pieces of a puzzle fit.

First came Ricky, that little scamp who started off the Currie camp.
Danny came, then Brandon and Jay, to join in on their time away.
Dustin came in, soon excited, he and Kevin reunited.
Add true brothers Cole and Graham, two of the three imps of mayhem.
Then came Pat who'd been led astray, then was joined by orphan Trey.
Then came Frankie who broke the charm, but later came to rue his harm.
Sammy and Andrew, orphans too, then came along to join the crew.
Dion came in with 'Aunt Sally', quickly added to the tally.
Carlos came in while running from trouble but soon rejoined his mom.
Brandon's due in to come to stay after his folks have moved away.
Could there be room for any more? Why ask, with Currie's open door.

Throughout Book 1 and then Book 2, they've shown what faith and
	love can do,
But its not over, not at all.  Just see where next the chips may fall.
Impatient for more young boys' glee?  Get ready, dig into Book 3.
Come join in the celebration of the Curries' next vacation.

(OK, so this is not Bill's style, but hand on for a little while.
Before you do a somersault, don't blame the author - not his fault.
Blame him not for this creation, just my own imagination.
Bill gave me just a little space to pop out from my hiding place.
You think my rhyming's not so hot? Then come and show us what you've got.
Before you're ready for my head, I'm back to my hideaway - Ed)

In addition to Ed's observations, I'd just like to thank all of you who
have been supportive of my effort.  I've enjoyed all the emails that I've
received concerning the Currie family and their never ending adventures.
Please keep responding, because you have given me many ideas which I've
included in this tale.  I've tried to respond to everyone's email and I
apologize if I have missed getting back to any of you.  I changed emails
because of some problems with Hotmail, but hopefully that is all behind us.
                                    Thanks,
                                     Bill

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 3 - by BW  (Young-Friends).
Copyright 2000 by bwstories44
Chapter 1 - The announcement.                           June 2000

It was Sunday afternoon, May 19th, and I called the boys into the living
room for a little family meeting.  Once they were all assembled I made an
announcement.

"I know that some of you were disappointed when I told you that you
couldn't sign up for summer sports, but I told you at that time that I had
something else planned.  I told you that it would be very special and that
it would more than make up for the sports you were going to miss.  I'm
finally ready to explain to you what my summer plans for us are.  Nicky and
Jordan (my grandsons) will be arriving next weekend and we'll be leaving on
vacation June 1st.  We're going to start by flying to Arizona, where we'll
rent a van, and we'll do the sightseeing thing across the state.  I'm not
saying how long we're going to be gone, we'll play that by ear (not true
but I didn't want to give away all of my secrets), but then we will come
back home for only a short time.

"On July 20th, we will be leaving on a second vacation trip, this being the
joint vacation with my older children.  This time we'll be flying to
London.  We'll spend two weeks with the others before they will go back
home.  Nicky and Jordan will be going back with them.  Then we'll spend two
additional weeks on our own.  Any questions?"

Any questions!  It was like a town meeting where everyone in attendance was
against the proposed project.  All the boys were talking at once and I had
to get them all quiet so I could point to them one at a time to hear what
they wanted to say.  They asked things like: 'What are we going to do?',
and 'What are we going to be seeing?', and 'What should we pack?', and
'Should we take long pants too, or just shorts?'  Once their questions were
out of the way, I continued.

"I spoke with Brandon and Jay's parents a few months ago and they have
agreed to let them go with us.  As you all know, Brandon will be living
here by then anyway, but I didn't want to invite one and not the
other. They are just like my sons, too, and I want them to be part of this
experience."

Trey got my attention, letting me know that he wanted to speak.  I signaled
him to go ahead and he asked his question.  "Are you going to take Carlos,
too?"

"Yeah," Pat chimed in.  "I bet he's never been on a vacation or seen many
other places."  Honestly, I felt bad that I'd never even thought about him
joining us, at least not since he went back to live with his mother.

"You're correct and I'm ashamed to say that I hadn't considered that.  I'll
call his mother to ask, and if she agrees, we'll put a special rush
passport request in for him so it will arrive by the time we're ready to
leave the country.  I hope that we don't have a problem getting him one,
because of their residence status in this country.  I'm pleased that you
boys suggested that, though.  I'm impressed that you thought about him
before you immersed yourselves in thoughts about what you would be doing or
how much fun you'll be having."  They just shrugged their shoulders like it
was no big deal, but it did show their thoughtfulness and consideration.

We finished the discussion and I told them that we would be doing some
shopping after my grandsons arrived, to buy appropriate items for the trip.
We would also be buying some additional luggage, as we did not have
sufficient quantity at this time.  Because there would be sixteen boys on
the trip, I would assign them in pairs for luggage.  Each boy would have
his own suitcase, but I wanted the partners to pack half of their things in
their own suitcase and half in their partner's.  That way, if a suitcase is
lost on the flight, the boys would still have part of their clothing.  I
would split my clothing in with Nicky and Jordan's, so there will be
exactly 16 pieces of luggage, identical except for the color (although some
of those will match as well).  The boys thought that was a pretty clever
idea, but it was purely born out of necessity, as I had lost luggage on
trips before and knew the consequences.  Hopefully, we could avoid such a
pitfall.

"By the way," I announced, "that was part of the reason I bought all of
those hand-held games and personal CD players for you last Christmas.  It
was for the trip.  Sammy and Andrew already know how useful they can be."
Sammy and Andrew added their words of agreement and then I continued.  "I
will take the games with me, in my carry-on bag, with a full supply of
batteries.  You will be responsible for your own CD player and whatever
else you think you might want to bring along."  The boys were satisfied
with everything that was said and discussed, and the meeting soon broke up
so they could start planning what they needed to or wanted to take with
them.

A couple of days later, while Sammy and Andrew were at the house of one of
their new friends, I held another meeting with all of the older boys.  I
needed to lay down ground rules for the trip.  Every time we stopped at a
hotel/motel, I would rent four rooms.  I would plan for Sammy, Andrew,
Jordan, and Nicky to stay in the room with me, because I didn't want the
younger boys involved in the sexual escapades.  Sammy and Andrew had given
no signals that they were ready yet, and Jordan and Nicky were too young to
be involved with the others.  The boys objected to this proposal, as they
wanted to be able to spend time with the younger boys at night too.  After
some discussion, we reached a compromise.  On the trip, only one room would
be used for sexual activity.  We would set up a rotating schedule for that
room and the boys could do whatever they wanted to in there at night, as
long as all parties were agreeable.  That way, the boys in the other two
rooms could invite one or more of the younger boys to join them for the
evening, and I wouldn't have to worry about the younger ones getting roped
into or viewing something they weren't ready for.  All the boys selected
their primary partner, most pairs were obvious before we even started, and
Pat wanted to team up with Carlos.  Now, I wrote down a quick schedule,
rotating the pairs who would be using the 'sex room'.  After that, each
pair pulled a number out of a hat, that they would use to match up to the
schedule, and this way they would know what night(s) they would be allowed
to use it.  That means that they would get to use the room once every three
days and it was the perfect solution to the problem.

The next week was a buzz of activity, as the boys started their
preparations.  Brandon and Jay were over a great deal of the time and I
checked to make sure they had personal CD players too, which they did.  I
advised them to bring them with them and whatever CD's they wanted to
listen to on the trip.  I also called Carlos' mom and she was thrilled that
we wanted to include her son in our plans.  I corrected her and told her he
was 'our son', meaning hers and mine, and he would always be included in my
family's plans.  I explained to her that the boys wanted him to join us,
too.  I made plans to come visit their apartment in a few days, so she
could sign papers for the passport and we could get that process started
before we left.  She told me she wouldn't tell Carlos anything about the
vacation, so I could tell him when I visited.  When the day came and I did
break the news to him, he went crazy.  I've never seen a kid so excited
before.  He jumped, he screamed, and he ran around the apartment.  He
thanked me, he hugged me, and then he began to cry.  When I asked him what
was wrong, he told me that he was just so happy that he didn't know what to
do.  Now, I was even happier than before that the boys had been wiser than
me.

After my grandsons showed up, we did our shopping, sorted out the items we
had planned to take with us, and we finished our packing.  The two days
before our vacation was to begin were a blur of activity and my biggest job
was to keep everyone's feet on the ground while their heads stayed in the
clouds.  Judge Shay had offered to drive us to Pittsburgh, to the airport,
where we would leave for Phoenix.  The morning of our departure, the boys
were all up and getting ready before my alarm went off.  By the time I had
prepared their breakfasts, the luggage was tied to the roof of the van and
we were all set to leave.  The boys wolfed down their meal, loaded into the
van, and I drove down to pick Steve up at his house.  Within minutes, we
were on the road, heading to the airport.

For most of the boys, this was going to be their first time in an airplane.
They were excited, yet a bundle of nerves at the same time.  Sammy and
Andrew, who were my flying experts, were doing their best to tell the
others what to expect, while trying to lessen their fears.  It was cute to
watch the two youngest, outside of my grandsons, trying to calm and inform
their older brothers.  They were very patient, answered all the questions
put to them, and they became my little flight attendants for this trip.  By
the time we boarded our jet, the boys were all prepared for what awaited
them.  I had taken a seat on the aisle, so I could watch all the others, as
our plane taxied and got into position for take-off.  As the pilots
revved-up the engines in preparation for lift-off, I could see some of the
boys tense up.  I could see their bodies stiffen, their muscles bulge in
their arms and necks, and their knuckles grow white as they gripped the
armrests.

Everyone relaxed once we were in the air, that is, until we hit our first
turbulence.  That set a few of the boys on edge, but they relaxed a little
after it was explained to them what had happened and why.  They still
didn't like it, but they understood and accepted it.  Before long they were
looking out the windows, listening to their CD players, playing with the
hand-held games, or any combination of those things at the same time.  Of
course, there were those passengers who noticed us interacting and wanted
to know what type of group we were.  Most didn't believe our response at
first, looking from the blonds, to the brunettes, to the redhead, then the
Orientals, the black, and the Hispanic that made up our family.  After we
volunteered more information about how we happened to come together, they
finally began to accept what we told them.  One older couple, in
particular, was very interested in the boys' stories and they talked to
nearly all of them before we landed.

We had been on the plane for a couple of hours when the pilot announced for
us to prepare for landing.  A new round of tension gripped the boys as they
thought about what that meant.  Here was this huge metal contraption that
had been hurtling through the sky and it would have to land on a small,
asphalt strip, then slow drastically without crashing during any of those
steps.  Soon they were going into a self-inflicted type of rigor mortis, as
the plane eased its way toward the tarmac.  Some looked out the windows,
but most didn't want to see what was coming next.  Sammy and Andrew were
getting a kick out of the others, as they thought back to their first
flight and remembered how they had been similarly scared upon their first
landing.  Now they were old pros at this and it didn't bother them at
all. Finally all of the tires screeched as they hit the macadam, and the
boys cheered as the reverse thrust of the jets brought the plane to a
crawl.  I was glad that I didn't have to check their underwear to make sure
they had survived the process without accident, not knowing for sure that
they had all been successful.

As we were preparing to disembark, the older couple said good-bye to all of
the boys, asked our last name, and wanted to know if we would be willing to
give them our address so they could keep in touch.  We gladly wrote it down
for them, thanked them for their interest and concern, and we walked with
them as we all went to collect our luggage.  The boys hugged them both as
we separated, kind of like saying good-bye to one's grandparents, and I
think this touched the couple even more.  I think I saw a few tears shed as
they headed to their ride.  We made our way over to the car rental counter,
picked up the keys to the large van that awaited us, loaded our baggage and
the boys, checked the map one final time, and headed up I-17 toward
Flagstaff.  After an hour or so on the highway, we stopped for lunch and
the boys ate like they had never seen food before.  The waitress got a kick
out of their appetites and she got the manager to throw in desserts with
the meal, considering what our total tab was adding up to.  Once again we
were asked what kind of a group we were, and once again we had to deliver
our explanation of how we became a family.

When the boys had finished devouring the restaurant's food supply for the
week, we loaded back into the van and made our way north.  About an hour
later we were pulling up to Montezuma Castle National Monument.  Although
it isn't really a castle and Montezuma was never anywhere close to it, it
was the best-preserved cliff dwelling ruins in North America.  I wanted the
boys to see and get a feel for how the earliest of the Native Americans had
lived.  We visited the small museum, spoke to the park rangers, and walked
along the trail.  I think the boys enjoyed their visit and there was
considerable discussion about what it would have been like to have lived
with that group when the cliff was first inhabited.  That conversation
continued as we made our way to Flagstaff.

We didn't stop when we reached Flagstaff, at least not this time, and we
went east on I-40 to Winslow, before heading north a short way to the
Homolovi Ruins State Park.  This was just south of the Navajo Nation and
the Hopi Indian Reservation.  Here we got to see four major pueblo sites
that had been occupied from 1200 to 1425 by the ancestors of today's Hopi
Indians.  It wasn't as impressive as our first stop, but it did add to the
boys' understanding of how the first Americans had lived.  Even though it
was still fairly early, mainly because of the time zone difference, the
boys were tired and wanted to call it a day.  We decided to drive back to
Flagstaff, check into our motel rooms, and then go to dinner.  I called
around quickly to several restaurants, until I found one that could handle
the size of our group.  We went there to eat and had quite an enjoyable
meal.  When we got back to the motel, the boys went to their rooms for the
evening.

Tonight I had all four of the little ones with me, so I took them back to
the room and gave them their baths in pairs.  Jordan and Sammy wanted to
bathe together and so did Nicky and Andrew.  That worked out well and all
the boys were happy.  They all wanted to sleep together, on one of the two
double beds, so I let them and I spent the night alone on the other double
bed.

Through the luck of the draw, the first night in the 'sex room' belonged to
Ricky and Jay (who had drawn number one) and Danny and Brandon (who had
drawn number two).  It brought back memories of the first vacation we had
all taken together, way back when, and I think that the four boys had one
of those deja vu experiences.  Once the door was closed and locked, Danny
broached the subject of what they wanted to do.

"Well," Danny began, "do you two want to just stay with each other or do
you want us all to do something together?"

Jay looked at Ricky before he answered.  "We don't mind doing something
with you two, do we, Ricky?"

"Yeah, it's okay with me, as long as it doesn't include any of the butt
stuff," Ricky answered.

"That's too bad," Brandon shot back, "because you don't know what you're
missing.  We'll do whatever you want, though."

Ricky looked at Brandon for a few seconds before he responded.  "You mean
you like having Danny shove his big dick up your ass?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Doesn't it hurt?" Jay wanted to know.

"Maybe a little at first, but after that it really begins to feel great,
just as good when you do it to someone else."

"Yeah, I bet that it feels good to do it," Ricky said almost without
thinking.  "I've kind of wondered what it would feel like."

"Well, if you two want," Danny offered, "you can do it to us and you won't
have to let us do it back.  What do you think of that?"

Jay looked like he was going to bust a gut with excitement, but Ricky soon
turned the cold shower on Jay.  "No, I won't do it if I'm not willing to do
the same thing for you.  It wouldn't be fair."

"Ricky, Danny and I won't mind if you don't want to do the same for us,"
Brandon told him.  "We'll let you guys try it with no strings attached."

Jay lit up again, but it didn't take long for that light to dim.  "No, it
wouldn't be right," Ricky said again.  "I just can't take advantage of you
guys like that."

"What if I give you an alternative?" Danny asked him.  "What if you let us
do it between your legs, like we did in the shower on the first vacation,
or if you let us do it in your butt crack, without sticking it up your
butt?"

"I'm not sure what you mean by the second thing, but I'll do the first one
if that's all right with you."

"Well, the second option is just that we would rub our cocks back and forth
in your crack, pushing your ass cheeks together so it feels like we're
inside you.  We never go in you, though."

Ricky looked at Jay and saw how much he wanted to try it.  "Okay.  We'll do
either of those two ways, if you guys still want to do it."

"Great," Brandon said excitedly.  "Who wants to be with whom?"

Ricky and Jay both grinned.  "I think that I'd like to be with Danny,"
Ricky said.  "It would kind of be like old times, when he and I did things
together when there were just the two of us with Dad."

"You still remember that?" Danny asked.  "I remember it like it was
yesterday.  We were both really inexperienced and we didn't know very much,
did we?"

"Yeah, I guess we were pretty dumb about sex back then, weren't we?" Ricky
answered.  "But I'll never forget how special or how good you made me
feel."

"Hey, you were my first brother and that was important and special to me.
No matter what else happens, nothing will ever change that."

"No, it won't, will it, bro?  I'm glad that you were my first brother AND
my first sex partner."

"Me too."

"Okay, enough of this stroll down memory lane," Brandon chuckled.  "Who
wants to go first?"

"Why don't we let Ricky and Jay go first?" Danny offered.  "Otherwise,
they'll get so excited they'll blow their load before they even get it in
us."

"Very funny," Ricky shot back, "but we won't argue about going first."

"All right," Brandon said.  "We'll explain to you what you'll need to do."

Danny quickly went into his things and pulled out a tube of KY jelly.
Danny and Ricky got on one bed and Brandon and Jay got on the other.  They
were all doing a little kissing and petting before the older pair
instructed them on how to loosen up their anus.  Ricky wasn't too sure
about doing this, but Jay showed no hesitation at all.  Before long, Danny
and Brandon were greased up and stretched out, and they pulled their legs
back onto their chests, letting the other pair know that they were ready
for action.  Their rosebuds were winking at the virginal younger pair, as
the boys rubbed some more KY onto their own dicks.  Jay skinned his back
before he started and then both boys moved forward for their first attempt
at anal intercourse.  Under warnings from the older ones to 'go slow', the
younger boys placed the heads of their cocks against the muscular rings and
they began to add a little pressure.  They both slid in fairly easily, as
the other two were fairly accustomed to this activity, and soon their
penises were completely engulfed in the warm, moist holes.

Ricky swooned at the wonderful feeling of being inside Danny, while Jay
almost shot his load as he entered.  Both of the older boys sensed this
excitement and lack of control, so they wrapped their legs around their
partners' hips and held them in place, at least until they got themselves
back under control.  When they felt that the younger boys were ready to go
again, Danny and Brandon pulled their legs back to their chest and told
their partner to 'go ahead'.  Ricky and Jay both began to withdraw their
meat, so they could plunge it back into the willing hole in front of them.
Jay misjudged the length of his own pole and plopped out of Brandon and
scrambled frantically to grip his boyhood, line it back up, and push it
eagerly back into the boy pussy offered to him.  Finally Ricky and Jay got
a rhythm going and now they were happily pumping their way to heaven.

It only took Jay a couple of minutes before he reached the brink again, and
now he was slamming into Brandon with very short, rapid strokes.  Suddenly
he arched his back, drove all the way into Brandon's rectum, and emptied
his creamy load deep into Brandon's bowels.  When he was completely
drained, Jay fell forward onto Brandon's chest and Brandon wrapped his arms
around the other boy and hugged him tightly.

On the other bed, Ricky was still pumping into Danny, using fairly long,
moderately paced strokes.  Danny was encouraging his brother, telling him
how well he was doing and how much he was enjoying it, when Ricky started
to speed up his pace.  Ricky was now like a man possessed, knowing that he
was almost ready to blow his wad up Danny's ass, and he pumped in and out
of Danny like he was drilling for oil.  Another minute of this frantic
action was all that it took and Ricky made his final thrust, let loose a
tidal wave of spunk into Danny's gut, and he collapsed, exhausted, on his
brother.  Danny hugged him and kissed him, as soon as he regained his
senses, and he held onto Ricky until he, too, came down from his high.

"God, that was absolutely awesome," Ricky said as soon as he could speak
again.  "I figured it would be good, but I didn't think that it would be
that good.  I wonder if it would be like this with a girl?"

"I don't know," Jay added, overhearing the conversation, "but I can't
imagine it being any better than this.  Thanks, guys, that was terrific."

A couple of minutes later, the younger pair was ready to return the favor.
They talked it over with their partners and agreed on how they wanted to do
it.  Brandon was willing to do it between Jay's legs.  He used the KY to
add a generous supply of lube to his inner thighs, before he added a thick
coating to his own rod.  He had Jay get on all fours so he could slide in
behind him, then he positioned his penis and had Jay close his legs tightly
around his meat.  He placed his hands on Jay's hips and he began to piston
back and forth, allowing Jay's fleshy thighs to stimulate him to orgasm.
This wasn't going to be a quick ride, as Brandon was experienced and not
prone to shoot quickly.  Brandon was enjoying the experience, taking it
nice and easy and relishing every sensation, and his boner was stimulating
Jay's scrotum and their cocks were occasionally rubbing together.  This
action caused Jay to become hard again, just as Brandon was starting to go
a little faster.  Now Brandon was ready to sprint to the finish line and he
started ramming his dick harder and faster between Jay's thighs.  When he
reached the point of no return, he thrust all the way forward, unleashed
his load all over Jay's stomach and arms, just before Jay's own dick
erupted in his second climax of the night.  Both boys collapsed on the bed
and lay there, trying to recover.

On the other bed, Ricky lay on his stomach as Danny put a big wad of KY
between his butt cheeks and rubbed it up and down the length of his crack.
Then he coated his own stiffy with a generous amount of lubricant and he
straddled Ricky's waist.  He asked Ricky if he was sure and if he was
ready, and Ricky told him to go ahead.  Danny pulled Ricky's butt cheeks
apart, slid his lumber in between the two fleshy globes, and then he put
his hands on either side of Ricky's firm mounds and pushed them together to
surround his cock.  Danny took a few moments to enjoy the wonderful feeling
of his penis being buried beneath those muscular mounds, but eventually he
gave in to his urges and he began to rock back and forth, sliding up and
down the length of Ricky's crack.  Ricky even tried to tense his ass
muscles so they would squeeze Danny's joystick, as he wanted to give Danny
as much pleasure as he had received from him.

Danny could feel Ricky's extra effort and he appreciated the thought behind
it.  After continuing his steady strokes for a few minutes, Danny redoubled
his pace and he was sliding in and out of those voluptuous cheeks like a
hot knife in butter.  He was going faster and faster now, nearing his
zenith, when his dick exploded, spewing ropes of sticky spunk from between
those wonderful buns and across Ricky's back.  After the last of his juice
oozed from his tiny slit, he rolled off of Ricky and plopped down of the
bed beside him.  Ricky kissed him, gave him a huge hug, and thanked him for
the fun night.

After cleaning up, the boys decided to sleep with their recent sex partner
that evening, instead of with their normal bunkmate.  They were all very
tired, partially because of the change in time zones for one day, and they
were soon asleep, snuggled against their latest conquest.  They all seemed
pleased with their first day on vacation and the smiles stayed on their
faces until morning.

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