Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2000 18:22:00 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-Book 3   chapter 2

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 3 - by BW  (Young-Friends).
Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 2 - The Grand Canyon.                               July 2000

The following morning I let the boys sleep in late, knowing how tired they
were from the trip and the time change.  It was a Sunday and I didn't have
a lot planned, so when my troops rose from the dead, I took them out for
brunch.  We made another disruptive entrance into the diner, just because
of the size of our family, and we went through the usual questions about
what kind of a group we were and where we were from.  We answered all of
the questions politely, downed a large meal, went back to our rooms and
repacked before we loaded up the van.  From there, we drove some of the
back roads toward the Grand Canyon.

Our first destination was the south rim of the Canyon, winding up at Grand
Canyon Village. It took us some time to make our way there, getting stuck
behind some 'real Sunday drivers' along the way, but eventually we were
looking into one of the greatest natural wonders in North America.  The
look on the faces of the boys was priceless, as they saw it for the first
time, and I started snapping pictures of them looking at the Canyon,
instead of taking pictures of the Canyon itself.  Finally I took a few
shots of what we actually came to see, making sure we would never lose
these memories, though the years may play havoc with our minds.  After
that, we took a walking tour along the rim of the Canyon, making sure that
everyone knew enough to stay away from the edge and someone older had a
hold of our four youngest members.  I took many pictures of the boys, in
both small and large groups, each having the Grand Canyon as an awesome
backdrop.

After we finished our little hike, we loaded back into the van and we drove
to the lodge where we would spend the evening.  We checked in, were given
the keys to our four rooms, and then we lugged our baggage there.  Tonight,
Dustin, Kevin, Pat, and Carlos had the 'sex room', so we had to figure out
who would go to what other rooms.  Cole and Graham wanted Sammy and Andrew
in with them for the night and Ricky and Jay wanted to come in with me, so
they could be with Jordan and Nicky.  That left Danny, Brandon, Trey, and
Dion in the fourth room.  We all took our things in, washed up, and changed
for dinner.  I finished quickly, as the older boys were helping to clean
and dress the younger ones, so I called, looking for a place for our small
army to go.  After some hesitation from the employee I was speaking to, and
after being put on hold for many minutes, we finally had our reservation
confirmed.  We had a little over an hour to wait before our tables would be
ready.

In the interim, the boys played the hand-held games, listened to their own
CD's, or they watched something on the various televisions that were in the
four rooms.  About twenty minutes before our reservation would be ready, I
rounded up the troops and we headed for the restaurant.  We were seated in
a large dining room, where several smaller tables had been pushed together
to make room for us, and the boys walked in and took their places.  Most of
the seating arrangements were decided on before we even got to the
restaurant, eliminating all the discussion over who would be sitting next
to whom, and I was allowed to sit at the head of the table.  Of course we
had our share of stares as we entered and there were more than a few
whispers as they watched us take our places, but the boys were getting
accustomed to this, so it was no big deal.  We looked at the menus, ordered
our drinks, and a good-looking young man came to take our order.  He
definitely caught the attention of some of the older boys, as he was
probably only eighteen or nineteen himself, but I don't think he realized
why some of the boys were being so attentive, talkative, and cooperative.

After he left the table, some of the boys were chiding their partners about
their 'drooling', or they were told to 'put their eyes back in their head
or their tongue back in their mouth', and I could see some adjustments
being made under the table.  Before long the waiter returned, bringing
rolls, soup, and salads for those who had ordered them, and the whole
process of innocent flirting started all over again.  The boys would try to
engage our waiter in conversation, as he placed their different dishes in
front of them, and eventually he started to warm up and answer them and
even ask his own questions as time went by.  Eventually he got to the
question about what we were doing there and if we were some kind of a
group.  He picked us to be a church group, because the boys were so well
behaved, and he went through the normal reaction of looking at each one of
the boys when we told him that we were just a family.  He wasn't turned
off, though, and he started asking each of the boys questions about their
lives and how they happened to come to live with me.  Occasionally I would
have to remind Mark about checking on his other tables, but he didn't seem
to want to leave us for any length of time.  The boys were starting to look
at him more as a possible friend now than as a potential sex partner, even
if that idea had only been in their minds.

By the time we had ordered our deserts, Mark's other tables were nearly all
empty and the crowd in the restaurant was thinning out.  That just gave him
more time to spend with us and he seemed pleased by this new opportunity.
By the time we had finished our meal, the older boys had invited Mark over
to visit them at the Lodge and he told them that he would come over as soon
as he finished work.  He did ask me if it was all right with me before he
accepted the invitation, and a huge grin spread across his face when I told
him it would be fine.  I left him a big tip, I mean he did give us special
attention and fantastic service, and we told him that we'd see him later.
We went back to our rooms and I reminded the boys that they would have to
keep some sort of clothing on for the evening.

I gave the boys a brief rundown on the next day's activities, telling them
that we'd have to get up around 7:00, as we had a fairly strict appointment
at 10:30.  They all moaned a little, but they knew I was right so they
didn't argue.  About an hour later there was a knock on my door and I
opened it to find Danny standing there.  He had a funny look on his face.

"Dad, do you think Mark could go with us when we do our sightseeing
tomorrow?  He says he doesn't have to be to work until 5:00 tomorrow night
and he hasn't really spent that much time around here.  He got this job
through one of his professors at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff,
where he just finished his freshman year.  He's a finance major there and
he's working his way through school.  He says that his family is in Oregon
and that's where he grew up, so he hasn't seen much of the area around
here.  Can he go with us tomorrow, please?"

"Wow, you sure learned a lot about him in a short time."  I eyed him to get
his reaction, but I think my comment slipped over his head.  "I don't think
that will be a problem for Mark to join us.  It's just that some of you
might have to hold the little ones on your laps to make room for him.  Tell
him that if he meets us here by 7:30, he can have breakfast with us too."

"Will you come and tell him, Dad?  I'm not sure if he'll believe me.  He
didn't want me to ask because he doesn't want to impose."

"Fine, come on and I'll tell him."  We walked over to Danny's room and I
told Mark that we'd be happy to have him join us.  He seemed thrilled and
he thanked me several times for agreeing to this.  He also said that he
would be back early, so he could join us for breakfast.  He said good-bye
and left, and I urged the others to get some sleep.

While all that was going on in the other rooms, the 'sex room' was still
being used for its intended purpose.  The biggest difference tonight, was
that the partners wanted to stay together and they weren't up for mixing
with the others.  Dustin and Kevin were on their bed and they had been
making out for a while before Pat finally turned off the lamp on the
nightstand beside them.  The pair had been fairly inseparable since
Dustin's little hospital stay and Kevin's operation.  It had also been a
few days since they had spent any quality time together, so they were both
more than a little horny.  As soon as the lights were off, Kevin grabbed
the lubricant and handed it to Dusty.

"I need you to make love to me tonight, babe," Kevin told him.  "I don't
care if the other two know what we're doing, I need you now."

"Hey, no problem," Dustin answered.  "As far as I'm concerned, they could
both watch us if they want to learn something."  Both boys chuckled and
Dustin began to prepare Kevin for a little fun.  It didn't take long before
he was on top of his lover, sliding his thick slab of meat inside of him.
Kevin groaned a little as that monster stretched him more than he was ready
for, but he welcomed Dusty fully and he threw his arms around Dusty's neck
and kissed him passionately.  As soon as Dustin was fully seated inside of
his partner, he began his slow, steady rocking motion and the two boys were
gradually becoming one.  Their motions were complimenting each other
perfectly, as their thrusts met the other part way, and they were really
into their love making, totally oblivious to the other pair.

Dustin was telling Kevin how much he loved him and how much he needed this
release, while Kevin was reminding Dustin that he would love him always and
that he loved the feeling of Dusty's rod sliding back and forth, massaging
his prostate.  The two boys were stroking each other's ego, to go along
with the physical stroking that was taking place, and they were really into
what they were doing.  Dustin was going faster now, knowing that he was
getting closer to his reward, and both boys were panting quite heavily as
he pummeled Kevin's butt.  When that moment finally came, he buried himself
deeply inside of Kevin, arched his back, let out a little moan, and flooded
Kevin's intestines with his love juice.  Kevin felt the warm liquid coat
the lining of his excretory tract and he enjoyed the fullness he felt as
Dustin remained firmly implanted inside him.  That's the way they stayed
until they both came down from their sexual high.

On the other bed, Pat and Carlos had discussed what they were going to do
and Carlos was only up for a hand job.  He was still new to all of this,
but he didn't mind if they jacked each other's meat.  Pat told Carlos that
he'd do him first and Carlos was eager to agree with that suggestion.  Pat
reached over and started playing with Carlos' uncut sausage, playing with
the foreskin and pulling it back and forth, while he used his other hand to
stimulate Carlos' balls, to bring him to arousal.  It worked like a charm
and soon Carlos was as hard as a rock.  Pat started to stroke his fist up
and down on Carlos' pole and Carlos started to gurgle and then purr like a
contented kitten.  Pat knew his inexperienced partner wouldn't last long,
so he kept his strokes steady, to make this as good for Carlos as he could.
Soon strings of cum were shooting from Carlo's dick, as his body became as
stiff as a board.  After he was milked dry, Pat released his cock and let
Carlos lie on the bed and enjoy the warm glow that this release had given
him.  While he waited, Pat tried to figure out why he was so attracted to
Carlos and why he needed to please him.  Carlos wasn't as handsome as some
of his other brothers and Carlos was even a little stocky, but Pat just
felt this attraction to him that he couldn't break and, even worse, he
didn't understand.  While he was thinking about this situation, Carlos
returned to the present and offered to return the favor.

Pat lay back, allowing Carlos to grab his somewhat short, but thick,
circumcised dick and testicles.  Carlos was just as fascinated with the
difference in Pat's penis, as Pat had been with his.  Playfully he tugged
and stroked Pat's boyhood until it stood like the mainmast of the Santa
Maria.  Carlos hadn't learned how to enjoy what he was doing and he pumped
Pat's prick like a thirsty man pumping an old hand operated water pump.  It
took only a few minutes before his geyser erupted, sending streams of jism
into the air only to have gravity pull them back down onto Pat's chest.  As
the puddles formed and 'Old Faithful' emptied the last of its contents,
Carlos' hand slowed until he released Pat's limp sausage.  After the boys
cleaned up the evidence of their mutual masturbation session, they thanked
each other, said good night, and went to sleep.

On the other bed, Dustin and Kevin had switched places and Kevin was ready
to fill Dustin with his love.  Slowly he placed his dickhead against the
entrance to Dusty's love tunnel and then he pushed his way into his lover.
He hardly hesitated as he hit bottom, immediately beginning his withdrawal
so he could thrust forward once more.  Kevin was still worried that his
operation would affect his functioning sexually, but there had been no
change in his ability since his one testicle was removed.  He hadn't even
really noticed any change in the amount of semen that he produced.  If he
was shooting any less of a load, it was such a miniscule difference that it
couldn't even be detected.  Now he was ramming his penis in and out of
Dustin's chute, looking forward to the full-body tingling that would
accompany his orgasm.  Soon he felt that familiar sensation of pressure
building and he knew that the end was near.  He was humping faster now,
looking forward to the fireworks that would go off in his head as his penis
unloaded its contents.  When that moment did arrive, Kevin was not
disappointed and he fired his wad into Dustin's bowels.  He then collapsed
on Dustin's chest and the older boy hugged and kissed him.  When he had
recovered fully from this encounter, they cuddled tightly into each other's
arms and fell asleep.

The next morning my alarm went off and I picked up the phone and dialed
each of the other rooms to make sure that all of the boys were up and
getting ready.  By the time I went from room to room to make sure everyone
was nearly ready to leave, I discovered that Mark was already in Danny and
Brandon's room.  If it hadn't been for the fact that he was wearing
different clothing than when I had seen him the previous evening, I would
have guessed that he had sneaked back into the room after he said good
night to me and that he had spent the night with the others.  Not that it
would have made any difference, as the boys are old enough to know what
they're doing.  Anyway, I got all the boys down to the van and we drove
over to the restaurant that I had made breakfast reservations with the
night before.

I warned the boys to eat a good breakfast, as our plans would indicate that
we would be eating a later than usual lunch.  They heeded my advice and
stuffed themselves accordingly.  Mark spent as much time talking to all the
boys as he could and he showed a great interest in everything the boys told
him.  After Mark had finished interrogating the boys, though he was doing
it in such a nice way, I began to try to find out more about him.  We
carried this conversation over into the van, as we had to get moving to get
to our destination on time.  The boys let Mark sit in front with me, so we
could finish our little talk, and I soon had most of Mark's story.

It seems that Mark was an only child, in fact he was illegitimate, and he
and his mom had lived alone for as long as he could remember.  She was
still in high school when Mark was born and he never knew his father.  The
man had no shown no interest in knowing or helping him, either, and the guy
wanted nothing more to do with Mark's mother.  From what he told us, it
sounded like Mark had a pretty rough life and he didn't get to enjoy much
of it.  He had worked a big portion of it to be able to get the things he
wanted or needed, and he even managed to save some of his hard earned bucks
to be able to go to college.  He combined that money with some small
scholarships he had won and was now working his way through school.  He
told me that he had always missed not having a father and that he had
always wished that he had a brother or two, so he would have had someone to
be close to or confide in while he was growing up.  Now he was meeting all
these boys who lucked out and got exactly what he had always wished for and
he envied them.  He said that he wasn't jealous of them, because he would
never have wanted to leave his mother, but he was just curious about how it
had changed their lives and he wondered how it would have changed his own
life if he had been able to benefit from a similar situation.  He was just
finishing his story when I pulled into the parking lot of our next stop.

Today I had arranged for us to take a jeep tour of the Grand Canyon.
Actually it was a combined tour that would let the boys see the Canyon in a
little different light.  It combined the Canyon Pines Tour, which followed
an 1880's stage-coach trail, with the Indian Cave Paintings Tour, that took
us into caves to see the petroglyphs and cave paintings left by the early
Native Americans.  Knowing that we couldn't fit this brood into one
vehicle, we had arranged for multiple vehicles to go together in a caravan,
so we would remain together.  The littlest ones went with me, so I could
keep an eye on them and explain to them about what they were seeing, while
Mark joined the older boys rode in another vehicle, so he could bond with
them better.  I was already beginning to feel bad that we would be
deserting him after this tour, as we made our way to our next stop on the
other side of the Canyon.

The trip went well and the boys enjoyed what they saw and they learned a
great deal about the Native Americans who first lived in the area, as well
as about the Canyon itself and how it was formed.  The tour lasted about
three and a half hours and we quickly loaded into the van afterward, so we
could go and eat.  The boys were pretty hungry by now and they agreed to
eat at a fast-food establishment.  On the way there, I explained to them
that we would be leaving the area immediately after lunch, as our next stop
was on the north rim of the Canyon.  Mark looked kind of depressed that we
would be separating again after such a short time together.  He and the
boys were exchanging addresses when I came up with an idea.

"Mark, I'm sorry that we can't take you with us to our next stop, but the
reservations have been made in advance and this isn't something that we
could add another guest to without causing a great deal of problems for the
group that I booked with."

"That's okay, Mr. Currie.  I understand, it's just that I was having so
much fun being with you and your sons.  Don't worry about me, I'll be
fine."

"I'm sure you will be, Mark, but I still feel bad that I couldn't include
you on this.  I'll tell you what, though, we'll come back through here when
we head south again and we'll stop at the restaurant to eat and request you
as our waiter.  I'll call and make the reservations before we leave, so
everything will be set."

"Won't that make you go way out of your way and affect your schedule?"

"Yes, but I've planned some buffer time into this trip, so we'd have some
leeway if some unexpected opportunities arose.  I'm sure the boys won't
mind us altering our plans," and I glanced up to seeing the older ones
shaking their heads in agreement with my last statement.  "It will also
make me feel better to be able to have us all spend one final evening
together, if that's agreeable with you?"  He nodded that it would be, so I
continued.  "I'll go make a couple of quick phone calls, while you guys
chat, so I can set this up."

"Thanks, Mr. Currie.  It's awfully nice of you to do all of this just for
me.  I want you to know that I really appreciate this and I'll look forward
to seeing you all again in a day or two."

I left the boys to talk things over while I went to make a couple of quick
calls, the first to make reservations at Mark's restaurant for two evenings
from now and a second to book rooms at the Lodge we had stayed at last
night.  I could make the other necessary calls from our motel this evening,
before I made adjustments to our schedule to accommodate this brief detour.
By the time I got back to the boys, I could see that some of them had tears
welling up in their eyes and they were fighting hard to maintain their
composure.  It was touching to see how they had become so close in such a
short period of time.

Soon we had said our farewells, dropped Mark off at his car, and we made
our way back to Route 89, which would take us on a winding, out of our way
course to our next stop.  Although we would have to travel many miles north
before we could cross over the Colorado River before we could turn back
south, it was the best way to get where we were going.  It was a long ride
and somewhat slow going, as it wasn't a major interstate highway we were
traveling on, but the boys entertained themselves, as usual.  It was early
evening when we pulled up to our motel and checked in.  We made room
assignments and everyone went in to clean up quickly for dinner.  The desk
clerk called around and made a dinner reservation for us at a restaurant
very nearby, and he told me the best way to get there.  I thanked him, went
to clean myself up, and the boys and I walked over to eat.

During the meal, I told the boys that we had to get up at 5:00 because we
had an 8:00 starting time for our next little tour.  They begged me to tell
them what it was that we would be doing, but I wanted to keep this a
secret.  I wanted to see the looks on their faces when they discovered what
we were going to be doing and when they saw our accommodations to do it
with.  I knew that they'd probably get a kick out of doing this, but I
wanted it to be a surprise.  I knew that they'd understand this more fully
later, especially once we got there.

We finished eating and we went back to the motel.  I warned them about
getting to bed early so they were well rested for tomorrow.  I told them
that they should stay up for no more than another hour or two, but I would
leave them to decide this for themselves.  The room assignments went like
this.  Trey, Dion, Cole, and Graham had their turn in the 'sex room'
tonight, and Danny, Brandon, Dustin, and Kevin had agreed to share one of
the other rooms together.  That meant Ricky, Jay, Pat, and Carlos were
going to be in the final room and they wanted Sammy and Andrew to come in
with them.  I agreed, leaving Jordan and Nicky to spend the night in with
me.

We all went to our rooms, showered or bathed, and got our things ready for
tomorrow.  Once everything was done, I tucked Jordan and Nicky into bed and
kissed them good night and then I climbed into my own bed for a few
well-needed winks.  It didn't take long before everyone in my room was out
like a light.

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