Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 09:51:36 EST
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel Chapter 4

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The Castaway Hotel - by BW  (Young-Friends).                Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 4 - First contact.
      February 2000

I fixed Danny up on the computer and then I took him to the living room so
we could have a private chat.  I asked Ricky to stay and play on the
computer and give us some time alone.  He winked at me and said, "No
problem, dad."

Danny sat beside me on the couch.  "Danny, I know that you haven't been
here long but I was hoping that you might feel comfortable enough to tell
me what happened between you and your father.  You don't have to go into
every little detail but I'd like to know why he threw you out."  I was
playing dumb to give him the impression that Sally hadn't shared the
information with me.  I wanted him to be able to trust her with his
secrets, as well as being able to trust me.

He looked at me with an expression that said that he didn't want to tell me
and take the chance ruining our new relationship.  "Danny, nothing you can
say will make me feel any differently about you.  Everything you tell me
will also stay between just you and me.  If you want anyone else to know
about it, you'll have to tell them yourself."

He looked up at me and there were tears rolling down his cheeks.  His eyes
were searching my face, trying to make sure that he could really trust me.
After a while, he must have drawn his conclusion and he began to speak.
"He threw me out because I'm gay.  He called me a queer, faggot and homo
sissy pants."  I saw the pain on his face and I pulled him into me,
cradling him in my arms.

He threw you out because of that?" I asked, trying to let him know that I
didn't think that his being gay was such a big deal.

"Yes," he answered, his tears flowing faster.  "Why do I have to be like
that?  I don't want to be, I just am.  I don't want people calling me those
names."

"Danny, it's all right," I said comfortingly.  "It's not something you can
change or something that you should have to hide.  It's just how you are."

"But way can't I change it if I want to?"

"You can't change it any more than you can change your skin color or your
eye color.  You may be able to learn to hide it and keep others from
knowing about it but that's who you are down deep."

"And you don't hate me for that?"

"No way.  I wouldn't care if you were attracted to wolves or space aliens.
I like Danny the person, the good looking, affectionate, intelligent and
athletic boy that I've seen so far.  I look at the whole person and I won't
dislike that person because there is one thing or a few things I don't like
about him.  No one is perfect so there will always be things about someone
else that we don't like or find annoying.  If we let those things ruin a
friendship then we'd be very lonely and living by ourselves."

"Thank you.  I was worried that maybe you and Ricky wouldn't want me around
after you found out."

"Heck no.  You're my son, now, and I'll love you no matter what you do.  I
may not like some of the things you might do, like if you robbed a bank,
but I'd still love you and you'd still be my son."

"I wish my other dad felt that way." He paused for a second.  "I'll
remember to stay away from banks, too."  He looked up at my with a very
small smile on his face.

"You do that.  Now, is there anything you want to know about me?"

"Yes.  Where's your wife and kids?"

I explained my story to Danny and he listened to every word I told him.  He
asked if he and Ricky would get to meet their 'other' brothers and sisters
and I told him the next time they visit us or we visit them.  I let him
know that I would write or call each one of them and tell them about my two
new sons.  He thanked me for being so nice and said I made this real easy
for him.  He asked if I'd mind if he went and messed around with Ricky for
a while and I told him to go ahead.  He gave me a quick hug before he went
to join his brother.

I thought about my situation, with my new family, and I couldn't believe
how fortunate I've been to have two boys who took to me so rapidly, as well
as to each other.  I know that this wouldn't be considered 'normal' and I
wondered if Sally played more than a small part in these seemingly seamless
transitions.  I suspect that she told both boys more about me, and each
other, than she let on.  I'd even venture to guess that she asked them not
to let me know anything about what she said.  Maybe, someday, I can get the
boys to confide in me about what happened between them and Sally, before
their arrival to my home.  I've heard that she can be devious like that but
it's the good kind of devious.  I wasn't going to question my good fortune
too much but I knew I would try to get closer to both boys and cement our
relationship before the first storm hit the calm seas.

I could hear Danny and Ricky laughing in the other room and I had to force
myself to give them a little space.  My first instinct was to rush into the
room and see what they were up to but, right now, I think it would be
better if I tried to build some trust.  I stayed away and soon they came
rushing into the room together.

"I just e-mailed one of my friends and he must have been on his computer,"
Danny began.  "He was really shocked when I told him that I had a new dad
and a new brother."

"I'd say by the language he used," Ricky added, "that he was more than a
little shocked."  Danny punched Ricky in the arm as if to say he wasn't
supposed to mention the language part.  "That's OK.  Dad's cool about it as
long as we don't use those words when we're with other people."  Danny
looked at me to see my reaction.

"As long as the language is not totally vulgar, I expect boys your age to
use a few simple cuss words.  Just keep it at home and I won't hold it
against you."

"See I told you so," Ricky said as he punched Danny back.  Now, a free for
all broke out in my living room.  I let the two boys wrestle with each
other until they got tired.  I just made sure that they didn't break
anything during their 'struggle'.  They went back into my office to work on
the computer, again, after they had regained their stamina.

After dinner, both boys joined me in the television room to watch some TV.
I had one on each side, with my arms draped over their shoulders.  "You
know, Danny.  You'll be attending classes at our school tomorrow.  I'll
register you when we first get there and we'll get you a class schedule.
You boys will have to decide if you want to take a lunch or buy something
in the cafeteria.  Don't let me forget, though.  I did that to Ricky his
first day there."

"Yeah, he almost made me starve," Ricky added with all the gusto he could
give.  Then the two of them looked across my chest, at the other, and they
began to laugh.

"With all the food you eat at home," I shot back at Ricky, "there's no way
you could ever starve."  He elbowed me lightly in the ribs so I began to
tickle him.  Danny jumped in to help his brother so I wrestled both boys to
the floor and started to tickle them simultaneously.  We kept this up for a
few minutes and then I let them up.

"That's no fair," Ricky began.  "You're bigger than both of us."

"Well, if I put the two of you together you should be as big or bigger than
me."

"It's still not fair," Ricky continued displaying a mock pout.

"Well, you've got to learn that life's not fair.  The sooner you learn that
lesson the easier it will be for you to achieve great things in life."

"I think we both already know that," Danny added with a slight twinge of
sadness to his voice and facial expression.  "We just can't admit it, just
yet."

"You'll soon get over that.  Now, upstairs and get ready for bed, both of
you, and I'll be up in a minute."

"Come on, Danny.  Dad reads me a chapter from this book every night.  I
tell you what you've missed."

"We'll meet in Ricky's room tonight," I added as they left the room.
"We'll change back and forth after that.  Don't forget to brush your teeth
first."  They took the steps, two at a time, and I held my breath waiting
for one of them to miss one of the risers and crash, head first, into the
wall or floor.  They both made it safely and I went up to join them after a
few minutes.

When I got to the room, Danny was commenting about Ricky's sexy underpants.
"Can I get some of those, too, dad?"

"Yes, we'll do a little shopping after school.  Remind me to look over your
things in the morning to determine what you'll need."

"Thanks, dad.  I won't forget."

"I'll help, too.  Just in case he does forget," our third party offered.

We were nearly half way through 'The Hobbit'.  Ricky gave Danny a quick
synopsis of what he had missed.  When he had finished, I read the chapter.
I was not sure what Danny's reaction to being read to would be but he
seemed to enjoy it as much as Ricky did.  After the chapter was done, I
asked him if he said his prayers.

"No but I will if you want me to."

"Why don't we all kneel down on the floor and Ricky can say them tonight
for all of us."  I looked in Ricky's direction to see his reaction.

"OK, I'll do it," Ricky said jumping down to the floor.  Once we were
already, Ricky began.  "Dear God, it's me Danny Glover again.  I've got my
dad and my new brother, Danny here with me."  I saw Danny smile at the
inclusion of his name.  "I want to thank you for bringing Danny here.  He's
a lot of fun and he's going to make a swell brother.  Thank you, again, for
dad, too.  I know I've said that a lot before but this time I'm saying it
for Danny, too.  I know he feels the same way I do about our new home.  God
bless Danny and Dad.  Amen."

Another little voice popped up, "And God bless Ricky, too."  I gave them
both a big hug before we got off of the floor.

"Dad," Ricky began his question, "can Danny sleep in here with me?"

"Don't you think it will be a little crowded?  You boys only have single
beds."

"But I don't want him to have to sleep alone on his first night.  You
remember what happened on my first night, right?"

"Yes, you ended up in my bed about half-way through the night."

"That's it.  Can we both sleep with you?"

I looked at Danny.  "What do you think?"

"I wouldn't mind if you don't," he answered.

"All right. Into the bed."

They both yelled, "I sleep next to dad."

"I guess that means I'm in the middle."  They both smiled at me and shook
their heads 'yes'.  "I've got to brush my teeth and then I'll be in.  I am
a little tired tonight so I'll turn in with you."

I came back into the room and got into bed between them.  Danny was on my
left and Ricky was on my right.  I wrapped my arms around each one of them
and they cuddled up next to me.  "Don't forget, this doesn't become habit
forming," I advised them about our sleeping arrangement.

"We know," they chimed in and then they quickly fell asleep.  I don't like
sleeping on my back.  Besides being uncomfortable to me, it makes me snore.
I did manage to sleep the whole night that way, though, and I woke up the
next morning with the two boys still clinging to my sides.
  They actually looked like two little angels lying there, one blond and
one brunette, and they both had a most contended expression on their face.
I watched them a while longer before I decided that I had to wake them up.
I sent Ricky into my shower and Danny into the other one while I checked
out his clothing situation.  He didn't need much.  I decided that all we
needed to get for him were some hiking boots and his bikini underwear.  I
quickly noticed the size on a pair of his briefs.  Our shopping excursion
shouldn't take long.

That day went by quickly.  I enrolled Danny in my school and had my
secretary call his old school requesting that his records be forwarded.  We
faxed them a written request, with my signature as his legal guardian, and
they put them in the mail that afternoon.  After the day had ended, the
boys met me in the library and we made a quick trip to the mall.  Ricky
made sure he helped Danny pick out the 'right' bikini briefs and we got our
other things and left.  We went back home and the boys bolted to Danny's
room to put his things away.  I didn't see them again for quite some time.

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Danny and Ricky ran up to Danny's room with the packages.  He was putting
things away when Ricky made a suggestion.  "Danny, try on one of the new
pair of underpants."

"Why?"

"I want to see how they look on you.  You've seen me in mine and I want to
see you in yours."

Danny nodded that he would and opened one of the three-packs.  Ricky went
over and shut the bedroom door.  Danny took off his shoes and jeans and
then he took off his other briefs.  "Wow," Ricky exclaimed, "you've got a
bigger wiener than mine."  Danny looked up with an air of superiority and
smiled at this younger brother.

"I should have a bigger one.  I'm older.  How big is yours?"

"Not as big as that," he said, staring at Danny's 5 _" circumcised penis
with a well formed mushroom head.  There was also a small patch of dark
pubic hairs at its base.  "Do you want to see mine?"  Danny nodded his head
'yes' and Ricky's clothes came off.  Soon he stood in front of his brother
displaying his 5" cut cock, surrounded by such a fine dusting of light
blond hairs that almost made him appear to be hairless.  "See, they look
almost alike but yours is bigger."

"Yes, I see." He waited a second before he continued.  "Can you shoot yet,
Ricky?"

"Do you mean the white stuff?"

"Yes, that's what I mean.  Can you?"

"I've been able to do it for a little over a month."

"Do you want to do that together?"

Ricky thought for a second and then smiled.  "Yeah, why not?"

They hopped on the bed and started working their hands up and down their
now rigid poles.  "Do you want to touch mine, Ricky?"

"Can I?"

"Sure, you can even jerk me off, if you want."

"Yes.  I'll do that."  Excitedly he reached his little hand over and
wrapped it around Danny's dick.  It was clearly the first time he had
touched a penis other than his own.  His hand was trembling as he started
to move his fingers up and down the fleshy surface.  He enjoyed the feel of
his hand gliding up and down the smooth skin of Danny's love muscle.  While
he was absorbed with what he was doing, Danny reached over and started
stroking Ricky's own hard-on.  Suddenly, he became aware of the increased
sensations and he looked over and smiled at this brother.

"Feels good, doesn't it Ricky?"

"Yeah, it sure does.  It's even better than when I do it to myself."

"I thought that you'd think that.  Just relax, it gets even better."  The
boys started pumping each other's joystick faster and faster as they headed
toward their first mutual orgasm.  Both boys were beginning to moan but
they couldn't tell which sounds came from whom.  It wasn't much longer
before both boys were beginning to arch their back in anticipation of their
climax.  Soon, streams of white jism spurted from the ends of their pricks.

"Oh, oh, oooohhhhh," Ricky groaned.  "Don't stop, Danny.  Keep going.
Don't stop yet."  Their fists continued to work each other's sausage until
the last drops of cum dripped to their pubic patch.

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I had been waiting for the boys downstairs and dinner was nearly ready.  I
didn't see them around and they didn't respond to my calls so I went
upstairs to look for them.  The door to Danny's room was closed.  I was
about to knock on the door when I heard some groaning coming from with in
and then I heard Ricky talking, though not in a normal voice and his speech
was ragged.  I had my suspicions of what was going on so I walked in.
There on Danny's bed were sprawled my two naked sons, covered in spunk and
panting.  They looked up me, their eyes as big as saucers.

"You two get cleaned up and, then, we need to talk," I told them.  I went
back down to the kitchen and awaited the boys, mulling over in my mind what
I planned to say to them.

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