Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 11:04:01 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel -3   chapter 6

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 3 - by BW  (Young-Friends).
Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 6 - Good deeds and fun times.                         July 2000

The sleeping arrangements that night went like this: Ricky, Jay, Cole,
Graham, Sammy, and Andrew shared one room; Dustin, Kevin, Pat, Carlos,
Jordan, and Nicky shared the second; and Danny, Brandon, Trey, and Dion
were in the 'sex room'.  That last foursome was in their room, getting
ready to decide what they wanted to do for the evening.

"Would you mind if we just stayed with our own partner tonight?" Trey asked
shyly.

"Heck, no," Brandon answered him.  "We were thinking of asking you the same
thing.  We haven't been able to spend any time alone in ages and we were
hoping you'd agree to this.  We were afraid that you'd be offended,
thinking that we didn't want to spend time with you or something."

"We know better than that, you two," Dion told him.  "We were kind of
worried that you might think the same thing about us.  I'm so glad that we
feel the same about this and that you guys are my brothers now."

"I'm glad too," Danny answered him.  "Thanks, guys.  This means a lot to
Brandon and me."

The boys went to their own beds to have some fun with their partner.  While
Danny and Brandon were getting ready to go at it, Dion and Trey were having
another little discussion.  "What do you want to do, Trey?"

"All I want is for you to be inside of me."

"Okay, then you can do me after."

"That's not really necessary, Dion.  I really like being on the bottom and
I'm not all that interested in being on top."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm trying to tell you that I like receiving better than giving.  I'll be
happy as long as you do me."

"Oh, I get it.  I like this giving part better.  I'll do the other, if you
want me to, but I don't enjoy that as much."

"Great!  Then we'll make a perfect combination.  You do the giving and I'll
do the receiving."

"That sounds terrific to me, as long as you don't mind."

"Heck, no.  While you're sticking it up my butt, just use your hand to get
me off.  That's all I'll need to make me feel good."

"I can do that.  In fact, I'll be happy to do that.  Are you ready?"

"I sure am."  Trey rolled over, lifted his butt in the air, and he wiggled
it at Dion.  Dion started laughing and went to get his lube.  When he got
back, Trey was on his back, two pillows stuffed under his rear, and his
legs pulled up to his chest.  Dion started to lube him up and then he
greased up his own pole.  Before long he was in position, his seven incher
ready to drill for oil.  Gently he pushed his way in and Trey opened up to
receive that wonderful monster.  Dion had learned to control himself
better, so he was lasting longer and longer and not blowing his wad so
quickly.  Now he began to take long steady strokes in and out of his lover
and, yes, he and Trey were becoming lovers.  They were becoming more and
more inseparable, the longer they had been together, and I could see more
than a brotherly bond forming between them.  Now Dion was ramming his pole
up Trey's rectum and he was stroking Trey's cock at the same time.

Trey was really enjoying Dion's budding prowess.  He loved his energy and
eagerness to please, and he was impressed with his progress in containing
his excitement and quick releases.  This time, Dion was giving him the best
ride yet.  That long slender dong of his felt great up Trey's chute, and it
kept brushing against his prostate with nearly every stroke.  Trey was in
heaven and Dion's hand stroking his cock was just the icing on the cake.
With this dual stimulation, Trey was quickly approaching his own orgasm
and, from Dion's panting, he assumed that his partner was nearly there as
well.  Trey did all he could to hold out until Dion came and he nearly
couldn't stand it any longer when he felt Dion's hot blasts filling his
bowels.  Relieved that he had made it, he released his own load.  His hot
cum was flying all over between their bodies and soon both of their cum
reservoirs were completely empty.  Dion fell on top of Trey and they
remained like that for several minutes.  Finally Trey wrapped his arms
around his partner and covered him in kisses.  Eventually they cleaned up
and went to sleep, having their best dreams as they snuggled together.

The next morning at breakfast, I explained to the boys that there would be
a little change in our plans.  We were going to spend an extra day in
Phoenix, so I could help out Bobby and his family.  I told them they could
go swimming in the pool or hang out in the rooms, and I asked for a couple
of volunteers to go to the Laundromat to wash our clothes.  Pat and Carlos
volunteered immediately, so I accepted their offer and told the other boys
to get their things together when they got back.  Pat and Carlos were going
to put the dirty clothes in their suitcases until they got to the
Laundromat and then they could bring the clean clothes back the same way.
I told them that Nick was going to be going with me and I asked the older
boys to watch out for the little ones.  Everyone agreed and we were set.

While Pat and Carlos were doing our laundry, Nick and I went to check out
apartments I had found in the newspaper.  We finally found one we both
liked and, believe it or not, it wasn't that far from the grocery store
where I found Nick yesterday.  It was a three bedroom, two bathroom
apartment on the ground floor of an apartment complex.  Below it were the
laundry facilities and the storage rooms for the various tenants.  I wrote
the complex manager a check for the security deposit and the first six
months' rent.  He was happy and we were thrilled.  He wanted us to sign the
lease, so I explained that I was just helping out some friends and that I
would be bringing the tenants back in an hour or so.  The manager said he
understood and that he would see us later.  Nick was very excited about all
of this.

"They're going to love it and they'll be so surprised.  Thanks, Mr. Currie.
You're the greatest."

"Hey, it's time you stopped calling me Mr. Currie.  You may call me Josh,
Uncle Josh, Pop, or Dad, but please, no more Mr. Currie.

"Okay, but let me think about that for a few minutes.  I'm not sure which
one to use yet."

I agreed and we drove to my next stop.  I went to the district offices of
the local school system and asked to speak to the Superintendent.  It took
a little sweet-talking to get five minutes with him, but I did get in to
speak with him.  I told him who I was, explained about Bobby's family, and
I inquired about a couple of positions I saw in the help wanted
advertisements in the newspaper.  After we talked for a few minutes, he
agreed on interviewing the couple for the positions.  The father would be
interviewed for a janitorial/maintenance-man position (there would be no
heavy lifting required, I already checked), and the mother would interview
for a cafeteria worker's spot at the high school.  His position would be a
12-month job, while hers would be a 10-month contract, giving her school
vacations and the summer off to be with the children.  I thought it was the
perfect solution and I made the interviews for Monday morning.  The
Superintendent wrote his name, phone number, and the interview times on a
slip of paper, so I could give it to Bobby's parents.  I thanked him and
then we left.  We had one more stop to make.

In a couple of minutes, we pulled up at the grocery store we were at
yesterday.  Nick didn't want to go inside with me, but I told him to stick
close and there wouldn't be any problems.  We went inside and I asked to
speak to the manager.  He was paged to the front of the store and he had a
strange look on his face when he saw us.  Hesitantly he came over.  I shook
his hand and told him that I had a chance for him to make some money.  He
looked puzzled, but he heard me out.  I told him that I wanted to open up
an account for a needy family.  I would write him a check, right now, for
six hundred dollars, and then he would allow the family to buy their food
and write it off to that account.  I would also give him my name and
address, in case they overspent that sum in the future, and he could call
me to settle the account.  He agreed and I got out my checkbook.  He
thanked me and then hesitated a minute before he spoke again.

"I'm glad that you talked me into letting this little rascal go yesterday.
I wasn't sure about it at the time, but you were right, we all benefited
from it.  I already see that he looks much better and he seems to be
happier now that he's back with you.  I'm pleased to know you and I want to
thank you for being such a nice guy, helping out that family and all those
boys that you work with."  Nick had to stifle a giggle, but he controlled
himself until we got outside the store.  He waited until we got back into
the van before he spoke.

"Did you see the look on that guy's face when he saw us in his store?  And
he still thinks that you run a group home for boys."

"Well, I do, don't I?"  Nick chortled and we drove over to find Bobby and
his parents.  When we found them, we told them that we wanted them to
follow us someplace.  They wanted to know where, but we told them that part
was a secret.  They looked suspicious, but they followed us anyway,
especially after Bobby pleaded with them.  We pulled into the apartment
complex and parked.  Nicky ran to get the manager while they got out of
their vehicle.  I pointed out the layout of the complex, the play area for
the children, and the nice location it was in.  They still weren't sure
what was going on and why I was telling them all of this.  By the time the
manager had rejoined us, we were already heading to their new apartment,
although they didn't know it.  They were speechless when they saw it and I
explained to them that I had already paid for the security deposit and
six-months rent.  They thanked me and then I heard them asking each other,
in a soft whisper, what they would do after that.  That's when I sprung our
next surprise.  I told them about the job interviews with the school
district and what positions they were for.  I told them that would give
them enough time to get their feet back on the ground and they could save
up some money by then.  Bobby's mother started crying, while his father
kept thanking me over and over.  That's when I realized the apartment
wasn't furnished.  I began to apologize, when the manager told me that he
might be able to help us out.  He told me about a Salvation Army thrift
store that was located nearby, and he told me that the prices for things
were quite reasonable.  I thanked him and decided that I'd take the family
there, as soon as we had finished our business with the apartment complex
manager.  They signed the lease, got their keys, and everyone was happy.

We drove over to the thrift shop and I allowed them to pick out their
furnituree for themselves.  There were three bedroom sets, a small dinette
set, some furniture for the living room, and four or five table lamps.
After listening about the situation, the thrift store manager agreed to
deliver the items that evening.  I quickly wrote him out a check for the
items, with an additional donation to help the organization out.  We
accompanied the family back to their apartment, while the thrift store
manager was having his employees load up a couple of trucks with their
purchases.  We went back in the apartment with them and we got a kick out
of watching the kids look around their new home.

"We don't know how to thank you," Bobby's mother told us.  "You've done so
much for us and I have no idea why."

"Just take care of your children and love them.  That will be payment
enough.  We all get down on our luck, sometimes, and I'm just giving you a
helping hand, so you can get back on your feet.  Someday when you have your
financial situation back under control, you can give some other needy
family a helping hand and help them become independent again.  They each
smiled at us, nodded their heads, and shook my hands.  Bobby and his
sisters wanted Nick and me to see their rooms, so we walked back to the
bedrooms with them.  Bobby hugged Nick and thanked him for being so nice
and then he asked me to kneel down.  He hugged me and then he gave me a
kiss, totally surprising me, and then his sisters did the same thing.  We
went back into the living room and I told them that we'd help bring
everything in from their car before we left.  We brought the groceries in
and put them on the kitchen counter, while Bobby's mother started putting
things away.  She put the orange juice and water in the refrigerator, a
simple act that caused a light bulb to go off in my head.  Suddenly I
realized that we had forgotten something else, something basic.  I told the
family that I had to do one more thing, and Nick and I went back to the
van.

"What now?" Nick asked me.

"We forgot dishes and silverware," I told him.  "I think we should also get
them some bedding, towels and wash cloths, and then a gift certificate, so
they can buy some new clothes and anything else we might have forgotten."

"Good idea, but can you afford all of that?" Nick wondered.

"Don't worry about it," I told him, "I've got it covered."

We drove over to a discount store and bought the items I had previously
mentioned and I also got them $250.00 worth of gift certificates from that
store.  They could go back on their own and buy their clothing, curtains,
and whatever else they needed at another time.  We dropped the things off,
which started Bobby's mother crying again, and the furniture was arriving
just as we were ready to leave.  I wrote my name and address on the paper
from the school district and I told them to keep in touch.  They thanked me
once more, and Nick and I left.  By the time Nick and I got back to the
Laundromat, Pat and Carlos had been done for a while and they were
beginning to wonder if we had forgotten them.  We told them what we had
done and they just smiled.  Then I heard Carlos say, "I figured he'd do
something like that."

By the time we got back to the motel, the boys were starving.  We could
either have a late lunch or an early dinner, so we decided to have an early
dinner.  We went out to find a restaurant, knowing we wouldn't have any
problems getting seated at this early hour, and we all stuffed ourselves.
Nick spent the time, in between bites, telling the boys about how we helped
Bobby and his family.  The boys asked if we could stop by and see them
again before we left and I told them we could do that tomorrow.  We'd
invite them to join us during the day and then we'd say our good-byes
before we moved on to the next town.  The boys liked the idea, so that's
what we would do.

That night everyone was in a really good mood.  We went to a movie and
stopped back at the apartment to invite them to go with us tomorrow.  They
tried to refuse, saying we had done too much already, but we weren't going
to take no for an answer.  We told them to be ready by 9:00 and they could
follow us to where we were going.  They agreed and we went back to the
motel.  We didn't stay up very late, because we knew that we'd have to get
up early in the morning, and I told the boys what was planned.  We went to
our rooms and cleaned up.  Nick asked me if he could sleep with me tonight,
seeing the little ones would be in the other bed, and I told him that would
be fine or he could go in with some of the other boys.  He said that he
wanted to stay with me and he thanked me for helping Bobby and his family
out.  He told me how much he liked Bobby and how close they had become in
the short time they had known each other.  Then he told me that it made him
feel special that he had helped us meet them and that he almost felt that
he had been the one who had really helped them out.  I was just settling
into position when he made one final comment before we went to sleep.  He
told me that he wished I was his father or that his father was more like
me.  I kissed him on the forehead, wished him pleasant dreams, and he soon
was asleep.

The 'sex room' wasn't all that busy either.  Tonight it was Ricky, Jay,
Cole, and Graham's turn to use it, and the boys just helped each other get
off quickly and then they went to sleep.  They were excited about our plans
for tomorrow and they wanted to be well rested when they got where we were
going.  The boys were soon asleep, dreaming pleasant thoughts about what
tomorrow would bring.

The next morning we went to breakfast and then headed over to pick-up Bobby
and his family.  I had them follow us, because there just wasn't room for
them in our van, and our first stop was a miniature golf course.  We split
into foursomes and we practically took over the entire place.  The kids had
a great deal of fun and no one really paid much attention to the scores,
and then we loaded into our vehicles again.  We stopped at a gas station on
the way, and I filled both vehicles.  From there, we drove to Scottsdale,
just outside of Phoenix, and we went to Rawhide Western Town for lunch.
This is a steakhouse with much, much more for the kids to do.  After we
ate, we attended a show in the Six Gun Theater and then we took a spin on
the Rawhide Carousel.  It's an old steam-driven carousel, built in the
1880's, and I reminded all of the kids that this would have been a major
event for children of that period.  After that, we attended a performance
of the Rainmaker Comedy Show and then we went on a stagecoach ride, though
we had to split up in smaller groups to do this.  After that, we went to
the Native American Theater for a show and then we hopped aboard the Desert
Train Ride.  When we got back, we let the little ones go panning for gold,
while the older boys went to the Wells Fargo Arcade to play games.  When we
suggested that it was time to leave, everyone was satisfied with the great
time they had, and we drove back.

We arrived at their apartment and the kids insisted that they show us
around, now that it was all furnished.  The place looked great, for the
short time they had been in it, and Bobby's father told me the moving crew
set up the beds and everything else for them when they delivered it.  All
of the beds were made, their personal belongings had been put away, and the
place looked fantastic.  We stayed for about an hour before I told them
that we had to be on our way.  They thanked us again, the kids gave us all
hugs and kisses (Bobby was extra generous to Nick and me), and we bid them
all farewell.  We promised them that we'd keep in touch and we were soon on
the highway again, this time heading toward Yuma.

We took I-10 part of the way, before taking a connecting road to I-8, and
it was there that we stopped for dinner.  It was a fairly brief stop, as
boys can eat very quickly, and then we were on the road again.  By the time
we got to Yuma it was starting to get late.  We checked into our motel and
went to our rooms.  Tonight, Danny, Brandon, Dustin, and Kevin were in the
'sex room', Cole, Graham, Pat, and Carlos asked Jordan and Nicky to join
them in the next room, while Ricky, Jay, Trey, and Dion asked Nick to join
them in the next room.  That left me with Sammy and Andrew, and we enjoyed
a peaceful evening together.

The next morning, after breakfast, we visited the Yuma Territorial Prison
State Historical Park.  This was a Wild West territorial prison that
operated between 1896 and 1909.  It was made of iron and adobe and the
bleakness of what it might have been like to be confined there really hit
home with the boys.  It was no resort or country club, that's for sure.
They still used ball-and-chains back then and the cells were merely cages
where the criminals were kept.  We toured the park's museum, where we
learned about some of the criminals who had been housed there, and then we
saw artifacts from its operational years.  Most of the criminals had been
robbers, forgers, bigamists, and murderers, so it was hard to feel sorry
for them and what they endured.  It was kind of a sobering look at the past
and well worth the extra drive.  >From there we hopped back on I-8 again,
to go back to Tucson.

We stopped for lunch about a third of the way there, and then we drove
straight through to our motel.  We settled in, cleaned up, and relaxed for
a short time.  Then we went to dinner, before going back to the motel for a
quiet evening.  Pat, Carlos, Trey, and Dion were next in the rotation for
the 'sex room', and Ricky, Jay, Dustin, and Kevin asked Nick if he would
spend the night with them.  He agreed instantly and I think that I know
why.  I've been watching Nick since he joined us, mainly to get a feel for
what he was like and to pick up little signals about him.  From what I've
seen so far, I think he has a crush on both Ricky and Kevin, though I'm not
positive.  I've caught him staring at those two more than at the others and
he always seems to try to sit by one or the other at meals, unless he is
near me.  I think that I've become a surrogate father to him and sometimes
it seems like he's desperate for a man's attention.  It's too bad his
father didn't fill that need for him.  That left Danny, Brandon, Cole, and
Graham in the last room and they asked Sammy and Andrew to join them.  That
left me alone with my grandsons and that would work out well.  I hadn't had
a great deal of time to pay attention to just them, so tonight I'd give
them my personal attention.  We played some games together, I gave them
their baths, and then we watched the Disney channel for a while.  After
that, I put them to bed and I turned in myself.

The next day we went to the Old Tucson Studios, a theme park just outside
of Tucson.  There were rides and shows enough for everyone.  I let the boys
split up into groups and do as they pleased, having a meeting place and a
meeting time established before they left.  I kept the four little ones
with me and we went off and did the kiddie thing, letting them go on all of
the rides designed for children their size, and the four had a ball.  We
also watched a gunfight, saw a dance hall revue (which the little ones
thought was more comical than sexy), we went to a big top show, and we
listened to some Native American storytelling.  When we met back up with
the others, even the older boys were satisfied with their day and we were
ready to go eat dinner and then go back to the motel.

Things were pretty quiet that evening too.  The boys were a little tired
and we were nearly finished with our Arizona tour.  Ricky and Jay got to
share the 'sex room' with Pat and Carlos, who just happened to get
scheduled in there on back to back nights, but it was a very subdued event.
Everyone was going to bed early, to prepare for our last full day in
Arizona, and we had a fairly full day planned.

The next morning we drove to the Mission San Xavier del Bac right after
breakfast.  It's a Catholic church that was built back in 1783, just a few
years after the United States became an independent nation.  It is a
beautiful old Spanish mission that has its own attached museum.  We saw all
the highlights, sat in the pews, and just absorbed the magnificence of the
place for a short time, and then we made our way to our next stop.  On the
way out we purchased some Indian frybread to try.  It a crispy fried bread
that can be served with several toppings, including red chilis or beans,
but we chose the cinnamon and powdered sugar versions instead.  It was
really pretty good and I was glad we chose the 'sweeter' varieties for the
boys to try.

We were now on the road, heading for Tombstone, which was about an hour
away.  This is one of those legendary old west towns that seem to be
mentioned in all the movies and cowboy stories.  It was the place where the
infamous gunfight at the OK Corral took place, a shootout between the Earps
and the Clantons.  We visited the Tombstone Courthouse, the Boot Hill
graveyards, the Bird Cage Theater, the Crystal Palace Saloon, and the OK
Corral.  We also had lunch at the Rose Tree Inn.  When we left Tombstone,
we went back to our motel in Tucson, to spend our final night there.  We'd
be catching a plane in the morning for San Antonio, Texas, where we would
visit Brandon's family for a few days.  The boys didn't know our
destination yet, for all I was willing to tell them was that we were going
someplace else, and they were all wondering why I was keeping this a
secret.  Actually, I wanted to surprise Brandon.

Brandon, Danny, Cole, and Graham shared the sex room, but they weren't
really into it tonight.  They were all pretty tired, so they just sucked
each other off quickly before they went to sleep.  The thing that made the
night special for them was that Graham slept with Danny, while Cole shared
his bed with Brandon.  The older boys held the younger ones all night long
and they were almost fatherly to the younger ones. Graham and Cole enjoyed
this special attention they were getting from their older brothers and it
was really pretty special to them to experience this sort of time together.

The next morning we had a quick breakfast before we went to the airport.  I
had already called ahead, to make sure we also had a ticket for Nick, and
the boys finally caught on to where we were going when they saw the monitor
that listed San Antonio as our destination.  Brandon was all smiles,
realizing that we were going to see his family, and the other boys
immediately started pulling his chain.

"I guess Pop's finally going to dump you back on your own folks," Jay
commented.

"Yeah, we hear that your parents stenciled your name on the dog house in
the backyard," Kevin added.

"They even bought one of those wireless fences to keep him in the yard,"
Trey added, laughing.

"And his dad got a new pooper-scooper so he could clean up after him," Pat
threw in.

Graham walked up to Brandon and started stroking his back.  "Nice Brandon,
good boy," he told him.

"You guys think you're pretty funny, don't you?" Brandon said with a
feigned hurt look on his face.  "Well, you'll all go hungry as comedians,
won't they, Pop?"

I wasn't expecting to be called into this discussion, so I had to wing it
quickly.  "Down, boy, good Brandon," I responded, trying to keep a straight
face.  "Sit, boy."

"Not you too," he said sarcastically.  "What is this, 'gang up on Brandon
day'?"

"I like you, Brandon," Jordan told him.  "You can come home with me and be
my pet."

None of us were ready for Jordan to get involved in ribbing Brandon, so
that made what he said even funnier.  By now we were all laughing so hard
that I thought that some of the boys might pee their pants.  The other
people in the terminal were eyeing us suspiciously, like we had all just
lost our minds or escaped from a mental hospital.  Who knows, maybe they
were right.  Anyway, none of us cared and we didn't let them bother us.

"Okay, I give and you win," Brandon said, surrendering.  "I'll wait until I
get to our house, where my mommy and daddy can protect me," he added in a
little boy whine.

At that point I urged the boys forward, to our boarding gate, before we
missed our flight.  When we arrived there, they had already started to
load.  We produced our tickets and walked onto the plane, ready for another
flight.

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