Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2000 22:06:13 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - 3   chapter 9

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 3-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 9 - A barrel of fun.                      September 2000

The O'Haras and I had talked it over and decided that the boys needed a
couple of days of quiet, after the fast-paced, fun-filled week we went
through.  We were going to spend most of the time at their house and maybe
do a few other little things with the boys.  I let the boys sleep in Sunday
morning and it was after 10:00 before the parade of hungry teenagers began
to come through my door.  I called the O'Haras and told them the boys were
up and we planned to meet for brunch.  I forgot to mention that Danny and
Brandon had spent the night with us, as they were missing spending time
with their brothers, but more so their nephews.  They let Nicky and Jordan
sleep with them that night.

Our brunch was enjoyable and the boys really packed the food away.  Mr. &
Mrs. O'Hara just sat, shaking their heads, as they watched mounds of food
disappear in minutes.  After leaving the restaurant, we went to Brandon's
house, where the boys played out in the backyard while I chatted with his
parents.  I took this opportunity to ask them for a huge favor.  I
explained to them about Nick and how he would be unable to join us for our
trip to England, seeing he had no passport.  I asked them if they would be
able to keep him with them until we returned.  They never batted an eye or
hesitated in responding, saying that they would be pleased to have him stay
for however long we were gone.  I thanked them, called Nick in to explain
the situation to him, and then he went over to thank them personally.

"I know that you're probably doing this more as a favor to Dad, but I just
wanted to thank you for letting me stay here while they will be gone.  I
was beginning to wonder what I was going to do during that time, but I
figured Dad would take care of things.  I was hoping that I wouldn't have
to survive on the streets again.  I mean, I could, but it's much nicer to
be part of a family."

"None of us would let you go back to living on the street," Mr. O'Hara
assured him.  "You'll always have a home with one of us, if you need it."

"Yes, dear," Mrs. O'Hara added, "you're always welcome in our home, so
don't you ever fret about that."

Nick smiled, gave the three of us a hug of appreciation, and then he went
back out to join the other boys again.  We were just discussing plans for
the rest of our time together, when Brandon came running in.

"Pop, would you take us all over to the park, so we can play soccer on a
real field.  There's not enough room out back."

"Sure, if that's what you boys want to do.  Tell the others to go around
and get into the van.  We'll meet you out front."

We all went over to the park and Mr. O'Hara and I joined the boys in their
game.  All the partners were split, one to each side, but it made for
fairly even teams.  It was a lot of fun, even Jordan and Nicky were having
a good time.  It seemed to be an unspoken rule for the boys that, when the
younger boys had the ball, the older ones would leave them alone.  Only the
other little ones could play defense on each other and they were given
space to do their own thing.  I was proud that the boys were mature enough
to figure this out on their own, finding a way to let the little ones play
without ruining the fun for any of the rest of them.

Mr. O'Hara and I were totally exhausted from all of this activity,
especially since we were slightly overweight and out of shape.  The boys
didn't let this pass unnoticed, and they did everything they could to add
insult to injury.  They ragged on us about our being winded, they made fun
of the way our bellies jiggled up and down when we ran, and they really
mocked our lack of soccer skills, that was until I scored on 'Kevin the
Cat' in goal.  Suddenly their playing got more serious and the ribbing
stopped briefly.  It wasn't long before Brandon was sending a crossing-pass
across the goalmouth, which his father hit with his head (or was it just
that the ball hit his father in the head) and the ball went into the corner
of the goal.  He wasn't the intended recipient of Brandon's assist, but
both he and his son were beaming about their accomplishment.  Mr. O'Hara
was the prouder of the two, though, especially since the pass had come from
his son.  The game ended in a 4-4 tie and we all collapsed on the field.
Now the boys were more complimentary about our (Mr. O'Hara's and my)
endeavors and we spent the time discussing the good things that everyone
had done during the game.

We loaded up the van and went back to the O'Haras' house, but not for long.
Soon the boys set up the six youngest to come in and beg us to take them
back to the hotel, so they could use the hotel pool.  The O'Haras just
chuckled and Mrs. O'Hara told her husband and me to take the boys and join
them, seeing we were a little ripe from the workout, and she would stay and
prepare things for a cookout.  We told her that she could join us and we'd
just go out and eat, but she said she had eaten out enough and would prefer
a quiet meal at home.  We all agreed, thanked her, and we headed toward the
hotel to take a dip.

I spent my time in the shallow end, with my grandsons and the non-swimmers.
I had discreetly spread the word with the older boys about Carlos and Dion,
so no one would do anything that might endanger them.  They agreed and gave
a nod of understanding.  During our time in the water, the swimmers made
their way to the shallow end in small groups, to spend time with the others
in a non-threatening manner.  Carlos and Dion caught on to what they were
doing and thanked them for being so understanding and for not making fun of
them.  It was a very important moment, as the boys began to realize how
much they all meant to one another, even though sometimes they were
hesitant to admit it.

After we finished our time in the water, we dried off, put on clean
clothes, and we made our way back to the O'Haras' for dinner.  Mrs. O'Hara
had marinated some chicken and chunks of beef, and she was ready for them
to be put on the grill when we arrived.  Mr. O'Hara and I went out to grill
the meat, while his wife finished off some salads.  It was a very relaxing
meal, as we all sat around and the boys filled Brandon's mom in about their
day, and it was nice to be at a home to eat, instead of a restaurant.  When
we had finished our meal, Mrs. O'Hara suggested that we go see a movie.
The boys liked the idea, took a quick look through the newspaper to select
a movie that everyone would enjoy, and we were off once again.

After the movie, I took the boys and headed back to our rooms.  Danny and
Brandon had decided to spend the night with the O'Haras and had asked the
adults if they could have Sammy and Andrew join them.  We agreed, Sammy and
Andrew were thrilled that their older brothers had asked them to stay with
them.  As the four boys went back into the house, we drove off.  When we
reached the hotel, Nick wanted to know who was in the 'sex room' tonight.
I looked in my book and discovered that the first rotation was complete and
I hadn't yet made up a new rotation that included Nick.  I was in a
quandary about what to do, until Nick asked if he could share the room
tonight with Trey and Dion.  I told him that would be fine with me, if the
other pair agreed, and I would just make that the first pairing in the new
schedule.  Nick ran off to find the other two, and soon the three of them
were coming into my room.  Trey and Dion agreed with the plan, although
Trey didn't seem overly fond of the idea, so I gave them the go ahead.
Soon the boys were switching rooms and everyone was paired up for the
evening.  Cole and Graham had asked to spend time with me, so Dustin and
Kevin asked Jordan and Nicky to spend the night with them.  That left Jay
and Ricky to pair up with Pat and Carlos and everyone was soon in their
rooms for the evening.

The minute the door was shut and locked behind them, Nick turned to Trey
and Dion and began to speak.  "I know you two would rather be alone in here
tonight, but I just wanted to get to know you guys better and have some fun
with you.  If you don't want to, that will be okay and I'll understand.
I'll just take the other bed by myself and leave you two alone."

Dion and Trey looked at each other and Trey had a twinge of conscience.
"No, Nick, that's okay.  We don't mind including you for tonight.  It's
true that we prefer, at least I do, that Dion and I have time alone, but we
do need to get to know each other better.  I don't think either of us will
mind a slight change tonight."

"Great.  I was hoping that we could get closer to each other and have some
fun at the same time.  What do you guys want to do?"

"Let's just get undressed and we'll play it by ear," Trey suggested.

The boys quickly undressed and then they stood, checking each other out.
"Damn," Nick uttered, "another uncut cock."

"You don't like it?" Trey asked, somewhat dejected by the comment.

"No, I do.  It's just that I'd never had a chance to play with one before I
joined up with you guys.  Do you mind?" Nick asked, as his hand reached out
toward Trey's penis.  A smile broke out across Trey's face and he told Nick
to enjoy himself.  Nick did, not wasting a second, and quickly he was
exploring all the new delights associated with that extra flap of skin.
Suddenly, Nick thought about Dion and he reached his other hand to grasp
his boy-meat.  As the two dicks started to stiffen from the attention, Nick
looked at Dion and spoke.

"Damn, how old are you?  That thing's almost as big as Danny's."

"I know," Dion replied, beaming with pride.  "I'm twelve, but I'll turn
thirteen in November.

"You're only twelve and you've already got a big hog like this?  No wonder
Trey doesn't want to share you with anyone else."  Nick started laughing
and Trey began to blush.  Dion just looked at the two of them, giddy from
the praise he was receiving about his equipment.  "What if I let both of
you screw me, would that make you happy?"

"Only if both of you will do the same to me," Trey answered, looking a
little embarrassed at his own boldness in saying that.

"Yeah, sure.  That sounds great to me," Nick told him.  He went to ask Dion
if that was all right with him, but he could tell by the huge grin that
Dion was sporting that he loved the idea.  "So, who's going to go first?"

"You can do Trey first," Dion told Nick, "and then I'll do you.  Is that
okay with both of you?"  The others nodded their heads in agreement and
soon Dion was handing Nick the tube of KY.  Trey was already on the bed,
assuming theposition, as Nick bent down to get him ready.  Dion was
whispering into Nick's ear, telling him the things Trey liked to do.  Nick
just grinned and nodded his understanding.  As Nick began to push his thick
six incher into Trey, he leaned forward and began to kiss Trey's face,
eventually working his way to Trey's lips.  Trey was somewhat startled by
this at first, thinking this would be one of those wham-bam-thank you-Sam
kind of encounters, but he quickly put two and two together and realized
that's what Dion had told him.  Soon they were kissing passionately, as
Nick began to establish his rhythm.  Nick was also using his hand to rub
and pinch Trey's nipples, something else Dion must have told him, and Trey
was enjoying Nick's attention.  He had been a little reluctant to agree to
this, at first, but now he was glad that he did.  Nick was pounding into
him quite aggressively now, as he neared his first orgasm of the night, and
Trey was feeling all warm and tingly as Nick's thick sausage massaged his
chute and kept brushing against his prostate.  With one final groan, Nick
pushed deep into Trey's hole, arched his back, and released his seed.  Trey
felt that thick, creamy blast splatter inside of him and he threw his arms
around Nick's back, hugging him to his own body in appreciation.  Nick
rolled off and lay beside Trey, and Trey leaned into him and gave him a
kiss of appreciation.

Dion was so excited from watching the other two that he could hardly wait
for Nick to recover.  As soon as he did, Dion was greasing him up and was
quickly sliding his long, slender cock deep inside of Nick.  Nick opened
his eyes only long enough to see the fire in Dion's orbs and sensing the
urgency Dion was bringing to this coupling.  Dion fought off the urge to
hurry through this, though, and he leaned down to kiss Nick, as soon as he
was fully inside of him, letting his own juices simmer momentarily.  When
he thought it was safe, he began to pump at Nick's backdoor.  Nick was kind
of amazed at not only how well this twelve-year-old was hung, but also with
how accomplished he was at using that gift.  Even though he knew that Trey
and Dion were intimate, he didn't expect the kid to be this talented.  Now
he just let all thoughts drift from his mind, and he lay back to enjoy the
ride.  After a couple of more minutes of his steady rhythm, Dion had
reached the edge of the cliff.  With his final thrust, Dion buried his pole
deep inside of Nick and popped his nut into the other boy.  As soon as he
could speak, Nick thanked Dion for his effort.

Dion quickly suggested that Trey should do Nick next, and then he would do
Trey after he had recovered.  No one objected to the plan, so soon Nick was
pulling his legs back again, as Trey lined up with Nick's well-used
channel.  Trey slid in easily, feeling not only the warmth of Nick's
lining, but also the collection of spunk that Dion had just deposited
there.  Knowing that it was his lover's juices inside of his new partner,
Trey became even hotter and he began assaulting Nick's willing boy-pussy.
The mental excitement soon affected his body, and Trey was soon unloading
another hot load of semen into Nick's bowels.  They kissed and hugged, as
they came down from their high, and there was a slightly wet 'plopping'
sound, as Trey withdrew from Nick's cavern.

Dion barely gave Trey any time to recover before he was pushing his lover
into position and sliding into his slippery boy-cunt.  Dion slid his ramrod
in and out of Trey, using long, smooth strokes, as he tried to fulfill his
'urge to surge'.  He was riding his lover, like a ship riding the waves
during a storm, and soon he was filling Trey's bilge tanks with his sweet
nectar.  The two embraced, kissed passionately, and ran their hands over
each other's body for a few minutes more, and then they decided it was time
to sleep.  The three boys shared the same bed, with Nick wedged in between
them, and none of them made another move until morning.

Monday was also going to be a laid back day and the O'Haras joined us at
the hotel, so we could all enjoy the day in the hotel pool.  As it was a
weekday, we had the pool all to ourselves and the older boys decided that
this was a good opportunity to start giving our non-swimmers some lessons.
The latter group was appreciative of the help, and the O'Haras and I got
out of the pool and sat at a table poolside.  I quickly talked Mr. O'Hara
into taking a few extra days off, as he was scheduled to go back to work on
Wednesday, so the two of them could join us for our trip to Houston.  They
both liked the idea and they looked forward to having some more time to
spend with Brandon and the other boys.  He planned to call in to the office
and make the arrangements, as soon as he could locate a phone.

We stayed at the pool until lunchtime and then we all went out to eat.
While we were enjoying our meal, the boys asked if we could go back to the
park for a kickball game and maybe a football game too.  We told them that
would be fine, so we went to the O'Haras' first, to pick up a playground
ball and a nerf football.  We drove directly over to the park and the boys
quickly decided to keep the same teams they had for soccer the day before.
Once again, they wanted Brandon's father and me to play, but this time they
also dragged Mrs. O'Hara into the game.  Reluctantly, she agreed.  We all
had a great time, but I think the little ones enjoyed this time the best.
We took a brief rest, and then we played a short game of touch football,
with Mrs. O'Hara opting to sit this one out.  The older boys were very good
about not trying to show off and leaving the rest of us in their dust, and
we had another good time.  After this activity ended, we went to clean up
and then we headed out to dinner.  We went Italian tonight, at the boys'
request, and we soon were stuffed full of pasta, salad, and warm bread and
ready to leave.  We decided to go and watch a video at the O'Haras' house,
having explained to the boys that we needed to turn in early, as we had
something special planned for our final day in San Antonio.  They were all
dying to know what it was, but we made it through the evening without
having to tell them.

We got back to the hotel fairly early and the boys went to their rooms.
Everyone went to bed by 9:30, including the boys in the 'sex room', because
we told them we'd be getting up at 5:30. It was Dustin, Kevin, Carlos, and
Pat in the sex room, and Carlos had already made up his mind that he was
willing to try to give one of the boys a blow-job tonight.  He was paired
up with Kevin, because they were both uncircumcised, and the boys tried to
explain to him what to do, after they finished their showers.  Even though
he had decided he was going to try this, there was still some hesitation in
his actions.  Tentatively, he pushed his tongue out to touch the head of
Kevin's dick, after he had retracted his foreskin, and he seemed pleasantly
surprised by the fact that it didn't have much of a taste.  Now he became
slightly more aggressive, letting his tongue run all around the shiny
glans, sending a wave of shivers running up and down Kevin's spine.  As he
became more and more aggressive, Kevin had him spin around, so they could
do each other at the same time.  That's when Dustin and Pat arranged
themselves on the other bed, for their own sixty-nine.  Kevin soon shot his
wad, giving Carlos his first taste of semen, but the rookie wasn't turned
off by the taste.  Carlos was determined now that this wasn't a bad thing
and that he enjoyed doing it.  After everyone had enjoyed an orgasm, the
boys turned in and went to sleep, cuddled up against their sex partner for
the evening.

The boys weren't too bad when I awoke them the next morning, but their
curiosity was even greater than it had been the day before.  We continued
to remain silent about our destination throughout breakfast and Danny and
Brandon rode with his parents, as they followed us to our destination.
There was a cheer as we pulled into Sea World Texas to spend the day.  As
soon as we entered the park, the boys were ready to head off to the rides.
I told the older boys to ride the roller coasters first, getting their fill
of them, while we took the little one over to Shamu's Happy Harbor.  There
the munchkins could play in the sand, scamper across swaying bridges, climb
nets, scoot down slides, and fire a water cannon from a huge schooner.
During that same time, the older group was shooting around the two steel
roller coasters, before they tried their hand at surfing again.

The Steel Eel was the first roller coaster they rode and is what they now
call a hyper-coaster.  It has a 15-story drop and travels up to 65 m.p.h.
The other one was the Great White roller coaster, which was the first steel
roller coaster in Texas.  The Great White takes you on a head over heels
ride, going up to 50 m.p.h., which may seem tame after the Steel Eel.  We
met back up with the older group at the Lost Lagoon, where the boys were
surfing on the wave pool.  The older boys then went sky tubbin', down a 5
story slide, while the adults took the little ones to the Lil' Gators
Lagoon, to wade in a small pool with a collection of whimsical animals.
When the boys tired of this, we talked them into going with us to see a
couple of the shows that were being performed around the park.  We left the
older boys to do their thing on the rides and I gave them some cash in case
they wanted to try out the Great White Game Center, where the video and
arcade games and laser tag are located.

The first show we watched was called "Fools with Tools".  It was a cute
little skit where two sea lions (Clyde and Seamore) and their walrus
friends were do-it-yourselfers.  They tackled plumbing, carpentry,
wallpapering, and other projects around their house, without a great deal
of success.  The boys were laughing quite loudly at some of their antics
and I enjoyed watching their reactions as much as I did watching the show.
From there we made our way to the "Shamu Visions" show.  This was a live
show that was also shown on a very large screen.  The show starred Shamu
and other killer whales, who performed in a large tank with their trainers.
There were cameras above and below the water level, which sent their images
to a giant video screen in the background, so the boys could see everything
that was happening.  This was more spectacular than humorous, and the boys
enjoyed this show on its own merits.  When the show ended, we decided to go
find the older boys and eat lunch.  We found them in line for Steel Eel and
they talked us all into joining them for one final ride before we ate.  The
boys each took charge of one of the younger boys, while Brandon paired with
his father, Jay teamed up with Brandon's mother, and Ricky was determined
that I would go with him on this ride.  We took the quick spin, the little
ones quite overwhelmed from the speed and height of this particular ride,
and we all staggered to a place to eat after the ride was over.

The lunch wasn't anything spectacular, but it filled us up and gave us
enough energy for the next round of action.  We started off the afternoon
by taking on a couple of the water rides.  First, we all went on the Rio
Lobo, a 6 person raft that sped down a raging stream that was lined with
dips, bends, and a waterfall.  From there, we made our way to the Texas
Splashdown, a four-person boat that went on a half mile ride that included
a five story drop in height.  After these two rides were over, we suggested
to the youngsters that we take in another show or two, and they readily
agreed.  Our first stop this time was at the "Symphony of the Sea", where
we watched a beluga whale and several dolphins swim around, doing leaps and
other tricks.  The boys enjoyed how high the dolphins could sky, as they
shot out of the water, and they had another wonderful time.  Finally we
went to see "Sharks Coral Reef", where costumed characters (hammerhead
sharks, moray eels, and fish) put on a multi-aquarium adventure.  This show
was very entertaining as well, but the boys wanted to try out the laser tag
they had heard their brothers talking about.  We took them over, set them
up with another group of smaller children, and they all had a great time.

The older group found us this time, complaining that they were hungry and
needed to eat again.  We all agreed on a place to eat and soon the boys
were stuffing their faces once more.  When they finished this hasty meal, I
told them that they had two more hours to do whatever they wanted and then
we would meet to leave.  The boys wanted to go on the two rides again,
which we agreed to let them do, but we told them that we were going to stay
and chat, taking things easy for a while.  The boys went off for another
ride on the Steel Eel and a spin on the Great White roller coaster, which
they had seemed to really enjoy the first time around.  As the boys came
off from the first ride, they all stood together before heading to the next
one.  While they were doing this, a group of boys, all teenagers or in
their early twenties, came up and began to hassle the boys.

"What are you boys doing hanging around with a nigger, two chinks, and a
wetback?  Don't you have any pride in your own race?"  Dion and Carlos were
really hurt by this comment, but Sammy and Andrew didn't seem to understand
what was going on.  The other boys thought they could just ignore them and
they'd go away.  It didn't work.

"You boys deaf AND dumb?  You've got to have some pride in your own race
and quit hanging around with these mud people.  They're losers, they're not
as good as us, and you should be ashamed to be seen with them.  What are
you doing together anyway?"

Dustin decided to take charge of this situation, as he was physically the
largest, and he walked in front of the questioner.  "We're all brothers and
this is our family.  I think I should tell you that we don't appreciate
your comments."

"Your family?  What did your dad do, get a bunch of whores pregnant and
then keep the kids?"  He and his buddies started laughing, acting as if
this was the funniest thing they had ever heard.  At that moment Pat
stepped forward, standing next to Dustin.

"No, our dad's a wonderful man," Pat shouted, "and he's adopted all of us
and has given us a great home.  We're happy being brothers, so just leave
us alone."  The shouting drew the attention of some of the park- goers,
which turned out to be a good thing.

"Is your father white or is he a mud person too?" one of their tormentors
asked.

"Betcha he's a Jew!" another spat out.

"Yeah, or some liberal faggot," still another chimed in.  "They think
they're so smart, but they'll live to regret it if we don't keep the scum
in their place."

"Are your IQ's really as low as your age?" Danny asked, as venomously as he
dared.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the apparent leader of the group wanted to
know.

"Look, we don't want a fight," Trey stated, trying to be a diplomat.  "You
leave us alone and we won't bother you."

"Your being here in one group bothers us," one of the younger boys told
him.  "We don't take kindly to white folks who mix with inferior races."

"Not that what we do is any of your business," Brandon responded, trying to
show that they were all unified in their feelings, "but we are a family and
we enjoy being a family."

"Man, you boys must be Yankees and pretty stupid Yankees at that," one
member of the group told them.

"Well, in that case," Kevin shot back, "our dad taught us we can't argue
with ignorance.  Maybe we should just leave at that and go our own way."

"Who are you calling ignorant?" one of the bigger guys asked.

"He wasn't calling anyone ignorant," Dustin said, defending Kevin.  "He was
just saying that because your friend said we were stupid."

"And you are," he shot back.  About that time a couple of park security
guards approached, having been informed by one of the alarmed crowd that a
possible conflict was brewing.  They came up and asked what was going on,
barely getting any answers before they were joined by three other security
guards.  Realizing that this might turn against them, the other group said
there was no problem, made a few derogatory remarks, and then walked off.
The guards questioned the boys a little further, getting their viewpoint of
what had happened.  Hearing this, the guards decided to follow the other
group, to make sure they didn't cause any more problems.

The boys came back and found us, telling us in detail what had happened.
The O'Haras were both upset by these events and they showed it.  I tried to
take a calmer approach, so as not to alarm any of the boys.  I had always
anticipated that something like this might happen, so I may have been
better prepared to deal with it.  When the story had been told, Andrew
asked me a question.

"Why didn't those boys like us, Daddy?  I thought they wanted to fight."

"I'm sure they did," I answered, "but I'm proud of the way your brothers
handled it.  Some people just don't understand why we took so many
different people in, to make up our family."

"They were racists," Dion said, hatefully.

"Yes, they were, but we shouldn't lower ourselves to their level.  I think
Kevin put it best when he said you can't argue with ignorance.  You boys
could have argued this with them forever and they wouldn't have changed
your minds and you wouldn't have changed theirs.  There's too many years'
worth of hatred and poison that has been fed to them.  Those boys weren't
born that way.  It took somebody years of brainwashing them to make them
react that strongly.  Just know that we're proud of all of you and I think
you handled yourselves marvelously."

We left it and that and then we decided to call it a day.  We left the park
and headed back home.  Tomorrow would be another early morning, as we'd be
leaving early to make our way to Houston - our next stop.

Danny and Brandon asked Cole and Graham to ride back with them and to spend
the night with them at Brandon's house.  The pair quickly agreed and they
loaded into the back of the O'Haras' car with their older brothers.  As
fate would have it, they were the ones scheduled for the 'sex room' that
night.  I quickly switched them with the next night's pair, putting Ricky,
Jay, Trey, and Dion in together.  The four boys quickly agreed to stay with
their own partners for the evening and it wasn't long before all of the
boys were sound asleep.

We all met up for breakfast the next morning and then we set off for
Houston.  I followed Mr. O'Hara along I-10, but Mr. O'Hara didn't like to
drive fast and I knew this trip would take longer than it needed to.  It
was lunchtime when we arrived, so we stopped for pizza before we reached
our first stop.  After eating, we pulled into the parking lot for the
Astrodome, ready to take the tour.  The boys were excited, because they
thought they were going to see a game, but I quickly informed them the
Houston Astros now played at a new ballpark.  They were disappointed, but
not for that long, as we entered the structure and began our look around.
The boys soon learned that the Astrodome had been designed by the noted
architect Buckminster Fuller, at the beginning of the 1960's.  Construction
began in 1963 and there were many obstacles to be overcome in its
construction.  It was the first structure of that kind, though there are
all kinds of domed stadiums now, and it had a span of 645 feet.  The dome
was constructed mainly of steel and they had erected 37 towers to hold the
roof up.  Many so-called experts claimed that the baseball players would
hit the roof with pop ups or long fly balls, so they allowed a group of
professionals to spend several days trying to hit the roof with a batted
ball.  They tried their hardest, but they eventually proved the experts
wrong.  The next problem was a surface on which to play, because it would
be difficult to keep grass growing inside a building.  Scientists came up
with an artificial turf, originally called Astroturf because it was first
used in the Astrodome, and it soon became a commonplace surface on all
types of college and professional stadiums.

It was a very interesting tour and we spent a couple of hours there.  As we
were ready to leave, one of the boys commented that it was too bad that we
couldn't see a ballgame.  I asked them if they'd be interested in seeing
the new ballpark, Enron Field, and the boys said that would be nice.  We
made our way there and I sent the O'Haras on ahead with the boys, telling
them that I needed to see about tickets for the tour.  What I didn't tell
them was that I had reserve tickets for tonight's game against the Dodgers.
I picked up the tickets, took everyone into the field, and we began our
little tour.  I pointed out the retractable roof on this stadium, unlike
the Astrodome, so games could be played in either indoor or outdoor
conditions.  The first game was played on March 30, 2000, an exhibition
game against the Yankees, so this was a very new ball field.  The boys were
excited when the players started taking the field for batting practice and
they asked me if there was a game.  It was then that I broke the news to
them that there was and that we were going to stay and see it.  I told them
we could eat from the concession stands later and then we would take our
seats, which were just on the outfield side of the home dugout.

Needless to say, the rest of the day was a blur of activities.  I bought
the boys each a program and they went down to get autographs from players
on both teams.  We ate in between the gathering of autographs, shagging
foul balls, and talking to other kids who were as excited as they were.
When the game started, our private game of musical-lap started, as the
little ones took turns sitting on my lap and even on their brothers' laps,
for some extra attention.  For some reason, they all needed a little extra
loving this evening, as we watched the Dodgers defeat the Astros, 7-3.
After the game, we made our way to the hotel, checked in, and assigned
rooms.  I gave Mr. & Mrs. O'Hara the first room, with me taking the one
next to theirs.  The 'sex room' would be the one next to mine, so we would
have the rooms on either side of that one, to prevent other guests (or the
O'Haras) from wondering what was going on in there at night.

Danny, Brandon, Cole, and Graham would be sharing the 'sex room' tonight,
though there probably wouldn't be much sex actually taking place.  The
older boys were protective of the younger pair and they would not do
anything that they felt might hurt them or be more than they were ready
for.  In fact, other than a little kissing and hugging, the boys merely
spent their time enjoying each other's company and Danny spent the night
cuddled against Cole, while Brandon snuggled up with Graham.

Actually, the other room arrangements were slightly unusual for us.  Ricky
and Jay wanted the four little ones in the room with them again, so Dustin
and Kevin asked to stay with me.  Pat and Carlos quickly teamed up with
Dion and Trey, so that left Nick to be included somewhere.  Dustin and
Kevin realized what had happened and they asked him to join us, which Nick
did in an instant.  I still think that he has his eye on Kevin (and Ricky,
and Brandon), waiting for an opportunity to get closer to him.  I might be
wrong, but I would be very surprised if I were.  After their showers, I
enquired who was going to sleep where.  Nick indicated that he wanted to
sleep with the other pair, but Dustin became an instant gentleman and
offered to sleep with me, so the other two could have some room alone.  I
was surprised at his suggestion, thinking he would be jealous of Kevin
spending time with another boy, but I think that lesson he learned long ago
was still in his mind.  After that near disastrous blow-up between the two
of them, when Trey first arrived, and the time they spent together when
each of them had been in the hospital, I think that Dustin had come to
learn that he could trust Kevin and that he didn't have to possess him
completely.  I was pleased by his maturity and Nick was pleased at the
opportunity.  Later that night, when I got up to use the toilet, I saw that
Nick was wrapped almost completely around Kevin, kind of like a squid
wrapped around its prey.

I went back to sleep, knowing that there was a big day ahead of us tomorrow
and that I'd need my rest.  I needn't worry about the boys, however, as it
looked like they were going to be well rested for our next outing.

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