Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 14:20:06 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 5, chapter 13

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 5-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2002 by billwstories
Chapter 13 - Kudos and tension.                   March 2002

Dustin's birthday was at the end of April, so I called him a few weeks
before that to see how he wanted to celebrate it this year.  I suggested we
could all come to see him at college, go out to eat, and give him his gifts
there, but he said that wouldn't be necessary.  He told me that having a
birthday was no big deal and it might be best for us to wait until he got
home for summer vacation, and then just do a little something, nothing big.
He also explained that he wouldn't really have the time to party that late
in the semester.  He would be in the middle of many things by then, as his
school year would be drawing to a close, and he would have a great deal of
studying to do, some papers to write, and a project to submit.  I told him
I understood and that we'd call him on his birthday to send our wishes.  He
said that would be fine, and then I asked him if he wanted me to do
anything special or send him anything to make up for our not being with
him.  He said he'd be fine and would enjoy the delayed party even more,
once he could actually relax.  I agreed with him on that point, so that's
what we planned to do.

By the end of April, Trey, Dion, and Sammy had all became very involved in
what they were doing, dragging me into it to watch them perform and give
critiques.  They spent most evenings and quite a bit of time on the
weekends rehearsing their parts, wanting it to be perfect when it came time
to put it on tape.

Dion and Sammy got personally involved in their roles, realizing that there
was more to this than just acting in a play.  They were making a statement,
a very strong statement, showing that labeling every member of a group the
same way is wrong and that prejudice has no place in this world.  Even
though the video was only going to be shown to a select few, they felt that
if they could get this message across, it might make life a little better
for everyone.

In order to make this production look authentic, we took a four-day weekend
and traveled to South Carolina, taking some of the cable company's
production crew with us to do the taping.  During this trip, we videotaped
the supposed accidents that put each of the main characters in the ocean,
showed their struggle to get to the island, and then we taped all the
scenes that needed to be done on an ocean or beach setting.  One of the
guys on the production crew was from Long Island, so he showed Sammy had to
dig clams, so he could teach that to Dion for the video.  That guy also
taught Sammy how to catch crabs, so he could do that during the taping as
well.  After that, we had both boys put on the last of their costumes, so
we could film their rescue from the island.  Trey had cast me to play the
ship's captain, so I donned the appropriate naval uniform, and we used a
few locals as extras, to fill out the rest of my crew.  I learned later
that they actually thought this was going to be an actual movie, which
might see on television or in the theaters later.  I'm not sure WHO or WHAT
gave them that impression, but we did try to dispel it, even though they
acted like we were just trying to mislead them or something.

When we got back home, we filmed some of the other scenes on a small sound
stage that the cable company used, and other scenes were filmed in the
fields around our house.  One of my friends even did some 'landscaping', on
his own initiative, to make the area fit the description of a Pacific
island.  It wasn't perfect, but it would pass, and he also showed the
'survivors' how to construct their temporary shelter, when the time came.
There was one very emotional scene that was filmed in that structure, where
the American awakes one evening, only to see the Japanese pilot moving
slowly toward him, gripping his knife in one hand.  He thinks the pilot is
going to try to kill him, and very slowly he grips his own knife, getting
ready to defend himself and kill his attacker.  He's nearly ready to leap
up and stab the pilot, when he realizes the guy isn't focusing on him, but
something near him.  When the pilot makes his move, it's to stab a snake
instead.  The snake must have found its way into the shelter and slithered
near the American.  The pilot knew the snake would strike and bite the
American, if he moved suddenly in his sleep, so he concluded he had to
eliminate the threat.  Now, realizing that the pilot had probably saved his
life, and then thinking about how close he had come to nearly killing this
guy for his efforts, he went through a period of severe guilt, about how he
had interpreted his actions.  After that, he spent a great deal of energy
trying to make up for how badly he had misjudged the situation and his lack
of faith in his fellow man.  This catharsis was the primary turning point
in the play, where the two really began to trust one another, and the boys
pulled it off nearly flawlessly.

Another emotional scene took place on the rescue ship, when the Japanese
pilot was being treated very poorly as a captive.  He had been tossed in a
cell, treated shoddily by the crew, and he was now afraid they were going
to kill him before they got off the ship.  When the black sailor finally
realized what was taking place, he came to the pilot's rescue, trying to
get the others on the ship to understand that this was the man, not an
animal.  This was the guy whom he had survived with and now considered a
friend.  He insisted that everyone treat him with the same amount of
respect they'd expect to be treated with, if they were the prisoner, and
that he would personally deal with anyone who harmed this man, no matter
how slightly.  He even stayed in the brig with him overnight, to calm his
friend's fears and keep him company.  In doing this, Dion and Sammy showed
the level of trust and understanding that had developed between these two
men, even though they still only had limited verbal skills to communicate
with.  This was all coming together quite nicely.

By the end of April, when the last of the scenes had been filmed, they were
ready to move on to the next phase of this project.  Dion and Sammy had now
finished their part of the job, but Trey still had to work with the editing
group, to make sure he got exactly what he wanted to appear to others who
viewed this tape.  After working very hard to get the right effect, he had
a finished product, ready to be turned in for his grade.  He gave a copy of
the script and videotape to both of his teachers, as they would each mark
his effort independently.  Actually, it would only be the script that would
be graded, as the videotape was to be used for only the class presentation
portion, which was to account for just a small part of the grade.

Actually, the video was quite well received by both classes, so both
teachers were anxious to show it to all of their classes.  In fact, they
had a special showing of it after school, for any faculty members who
wanted to see it too, and then the next day Trey received several nice
cards telling him how much some of the various teachers or students had
enjoyed it.  He came home after school and shared these cards with his
actor-brothers, because they deserved some of the credit too.  Later that
evening we also received a few phone calls, where the caller would
compliment Trey on the fine job he had done and tell him that this was
something that should be shared with more than just a small portion of the
school.  He would thank each caller, even though he was caught somewhere
between being embarrassed by all the attention and bursting with pride, and
then he would share each conversation with Dion, Sammy, and me.  I was very
proud of their accomplishment.

This little episode even brought Dion and Trey a little bit closer, as it
gave them something they could take pride in, having done it together.
When they went to bed later that evening, they were so pumped from all the
accolades they had received, that they were just glowing and feeling great
about themselves.  Trey thanked Dion for having taken part in his project
and for making the video such a success, and Dion thanked Trey for letting
him have the chance to play such a strong and wondderful role.  After this
they began to kiss, trying to show each other the gratitude they felt, in a
very intimate fashion.  Of course things escalated from there, heating up
even more.

Now the boys slowly undressed each other, making sure to show their love
and appreciation to every part of the other's body by stroking, kissing,
licking, or sucking every piece of flesh they uncovered.  By this time they
were both in a highly aroused state, so Trey positioned himself on his
back, pulled his legs back to his chest, and offered Dion his most intimate
prize.  Even though Dion had expected this to happen, there was still a
twinkle in his eye when he realized what he was being offered, and he was
determined to show Trey all the love he could muster.  After positioning
himself for entry, he eased his way inside, with both of them feeling the
love the other was offering.

Trey felt that sudden fullness, more so with Dion's oversized pole, but he
loved the feel of his lover's rigid, yet soft tool once it was fully seated
inside of him.  He could sense the warmth emanating from his partner's love
muscle, almost searing the moist lining of his channel, but he looked
forward to the friction that would soon follow and the glancing blows of
the penis head against his prostrate.  He pulled Dion closer to him,
covered him in kisses, embraced his upper torso, and then he encouraged him
to continue, which Dion was happy to do.

Dion, on the other hand, loved the feel of the warm, smooth tissue of
Trey's love cavern, as it enveloped his above-average phallus and gripped
it like a soft, velvety glove.  Trey's anal muscles would continue to relax
and then grip his appendage as it withdrew, and this process would continue
over and over again, as he thrust it in and out of his love tunnel.  This
action would slowly milk the juices from Dion's loins, like a bottle being
drained of soda, but the release would be more like a geyser erupting,
rather than a gradual draining.  Eventually Dion would reach his sexual
climax, pumping the results of their lovemaking deep inside his partner,
leaving them both with a glow that would last long after the actual act had
been completed.  It was this love that kept them both strongly committed to
each other, even though other temptations would cross their path, from time
to time.

Once he had experienced his release, Dion brought Trey off too, not wanting
him to go unfulfilled.  He would use both his hand and his mouth to bring
Trey even more pleasure, until he savored once more the sweet taste of
Trey's seed, like a scrumptious dessert after a magnificent main course.
After this session ended, both boys fell asleep in each other's embrace,
knowing that they had enjoyed more love in this one outing than many people
get to experience in an entire lifetime.

Over the next few days, word about Trey's project spread around the
community, and the local cable access channel asked to have permission to
show the video on the community channel, in several different time slots.
They even offered to run commercials about its airing, so it would attract
a sizeable audience.  I guess between the scuttlebutt from the members of
the production crew, who had helped film this little venture, and
suggestions from various faculty members, who had also seen it, the cable
company felt it would be a worthwhile venture to present it, so more
members of the community could watch it as well.

Regardless of the reason behind this, all of this was quite nice for Trey
and his actors, to get this much recognition for what they had done.  It
was also a major feather in Trey's cap and would look great on his college
application, when it was time for him to start applying.

Aside from Trey and Dion's romantic interlude, after their recent
recognition, there was another couple in the house who were growing closer
as each day passed, and that was Kevin and Vinnie.  Since Vinnie had moved
in with us, Kevin had become his constant and devoted companion, going out
of his way to spend time with him and do whatever he could to help him.
Besides spending his afternoons working out beside Vinnie, he would spend
equal amounts of time massaging Vinnie's muscles and helping him with his
studies, so you seldom saw one without the other.  It was almost becoming a
joke around the house, as the boys would ask, "Has anyone seen Kev-Vin?"

By now it was obvious to everyone that Vinnie was definitely gay, and it
looked as if Kevin had finally found his partner for life.  Vinnie was
equally devoted to Kevin, but none of us believed it was out of just
gratitude or a sense of obligation.  This relationship was definitely built
on admiration and love.  You could see it in the way they looked at each
other, the way they spoke to each other, and the way they touched.  You
could see it when they were working, when they were playing, or even when
they were asleep, because one was always cuddled around the other.  I felt
relieved that Kevin had finally found someone who could help to make up for
the pain he felt when he lost Dustin to a girl, Nick to almost any guy in
pants, and Brent to the hereafter.  He deserved to find someone like Vinnie
and to be this happy, and now it had happened.

The reason I knew this relationship was going to last was because it wasn't
built solely upon sex.  That doesn't mean they didn't have sex, but that
the sex was not the basis or foundation on which this relationship began.
It all started with two boys who enjoyed each other's company, had many
things in common, and cared as much, if not more, about the other than they
did about themselves.  Over the years I had offered my older children, and
then the boys, one major piece of advice, and that was that you had to have
a great deal in common with someone to give a relationship a chance to
survive.  The reason for this was simple.  As we grow older, we also grow
and change in other ways, and not everyone grows in the same way.  If you
don't start with a great deal in common, and then grow in different ways,
the gap that forms can often be the size of the Grand Canyon, rather than a
small gorge.  That's what would cause people to end relationships or leave
each other, because they no longer had enough in common to keep the
relationship afloat.  I knew these two were starting out on solid ground,
so this relationship should survive for a very long time.

In their case, the sex was just the icing on the cake, not the meat and
potatoes of the relationship.  Their evenings together weren't just wild
nights, full of unbridled sex, but hours filled with their slow, passionate
expressions of love.  Maybe I should give you an example, to show you what
I mean.  The night after the second run in with the boy who had attacked
Trey, after the kid had vandalized our car, Kevin and Vinnie spent time
trying to calm Trey and the smaller boys.  Trey and the younger boys were
worried that this boy would get out of jail and try it again or someone new
would come along to take his place.  Once Kevin and Vinnie had helped
reassure the others that we could handle any problem that came along, as
long as we did it as a family, they went to their room to go to sleep.
They hadn't planned on anything happening that evening, but they began to
cuddle as usual, and they were complimenting each other on what they had
said or the way they had said it.  They would make the other feel that no
one else could have gotten the message across in quite the same way,
constantly stroking the other's ego, but not without reason.  They would
point out how masterfully they had handled the situation or they would
comment on how they had focused on just the right point to ease their
brothers' concerns.  It was truly a mutual adoration society.

This would then lead to more cuddling, and then to some kissing, but not
the aggressive kissing of a couple in heat.  This was the 'take your time
and enjoy the moment' type of kissing, where they would relish the taste
and feel of each other's lips, not even using their tongues until all the
other techniques were savored and explored.  Once they had spent a
sufficient amount of time at this sensory oral exploration, they would move
on to other parts of the body, using a very similar technique.  Over time,
this pair had touched and explored each other's body frequently, having
exchanged massages, back rubs, and other similar contacts many times
before, but now they took this one step further.  Now they used all of
their senses to do this - beginning with examining each other with their
eyes, then smelling their strong boy scent, not quite that of a man, then
tasting the other's distinctive flavor, as their tongues searched the
surface and various intimate areas, followed by touching those same soft
and responsive areas with their sensitive fingers, and then ultimately
listening to each other express their appreciation through the soft sighs,
moans, and other expressions of appreciation that would escape their lips.

These two not only enjoyed stimulating each other with their hands and
mouths, but they seemed to have two favorite positions when it came to
sharing the ultimate act of love.  Sometimes they'd prefer to sit on their
lover's erect shaft, slowly impaling themselves on it and then doing all
the work, just letting their partner lie there and enjoy the ride.  This
was when the receiver would control the action and do most of the work.
They had both practiced using their anal muscles, learning to relax them as
they were lowering themselves up that fleshy skewer, and then being able to
tighten them, so they could grip the blood-engorged muscle as they rose
back up.  This would almost simulate the sensations they'd feel, if they
were able to use their hand and mouth to work the penis at the same time,
as they got to feel nearly the same kind of pressure they'd enjoy from the
grip of their fingers, yet at the same time duplicate the warm, moist
interior of the mouth.  The thing that made this so special was the fact
that they did all the work to bring their partner bliss, thus allowing him
to relax and enjoy the ultimate orgasm.

At other times they would do the work themselves, to show their partner how
much they cared.  When this happened, they would imitate the missionary
position, with one of them on their back and facing the other.  In this
position, the person who was doing the giving would be controlling the
action, but this position would also allow them to kiss as they made love.
When using this position, they would usually explore the rest of the body
first, before they got ready for penetration, then they would loosen the
other sufficiently, line themselves up, then enter slowly, so as not to
cause their partner any discomfort.  Once they were fully seated within,
they would begin a slow pelvic grind, by withdrawing almost completely,
before thrusting back in again, burying themselves to the hilt.  They would
use long, slow strokes to please the other, rather than the short, rapid
strokes used by those who were mostly trying to please themselves.  They
might also place a pillow under the other boy's hips to give them a better
angle to hit the prostate, so they could give their lover added pleasure.
At other times they would just alter their own body position slightly,
changing the angle of their penetration to serve the same purpose.  They
were both learning how to go slowly, to delay ejaculation, and prolong the
tingling that radiated outward from their groins, as they inched their way
up that mountain and then exploded in a release of hot body fluids.

No matter which position they used, once they were finished they would not
just pull apart and go to sleep.  They would continue to cuddle and hug
afterward, continuing to express their love through prolonged embraces, and
they would also still continue to kiss, touch, and stimulate other
erogenous zones, as sort of a warm-down period to their love making.  I
guess Kevin had learned a great deal from his previous partners,
incorporating all he had enjoyed with them, and then he passed this
knowledge along to his newest partner, to their mutual benefit.

As April reached its final few days, an unexpected visitor also popped into
our lives.  It all began one afternoon, when the boys were at school, and a
woman came to our door.  I was the only one home at the time, and I had no
idea about who she was or what she wanted.  After questioning her briefly
at the door, she insisted that she had an important matter to discuss with
me, so I let her in and took her to the living room where we could talk.

"May I get you anything?" I asked, trying to be a polite host.  "Perhaps a
cup of coffee, a soda, a glass of water, or possibly a snack of some sort?"

"No, thank you.  I'm fine, just a bit nervous.  You really don't know who I
am, do you?" she asked, with a puzzled expression on her face.  I'm sure I
looked even more perplexed than she did, as I searched my memory to see if
I could conjure up a spark of recognition.  Was she a former student,
someone my wife or I might have known, or could she be a friend of one of
my older children?  I eventually realized that the last choice was the
least likely, as she appeared to be older than any of my biological sons or
daughters.

"No, I'm afraid not," I finally admitted.  "I apologize if I should know
you, but memory is one of the first things that go with age."  I added that
to bring a little levity into the conversation, but that comment didn't
seem to amuse her.

"Don't worry about it," she reassured me.  "I know we have never met in
person, but I thought that possibly you still might have seen my picture or
been told of my description.  But then again, I guess I really don't know
what I thought would happen, but that doesn't matter any more."  I sat
there looking at her, noting something familiar about her, but I just
wasn't sure what.  I hoped that she would soon take the opportunity to
enlighten me about her identity, at least before too much more time had
elapsed.  She stopped there, lost in thought, so I thought it was up to me
to bring her back to the matter at hand.

"I beg your pardon," I said, breaking her train of thought, "but I still
don't know who you are.  Might you care to share that information with me?"
This brought her back to the issue at hand, but now she was the one who
looked puzzled again.

"Excuse me," she said, apologetically, "it's just that I'm so nervous.  I
realize that I probably don't have any right to come her and ask you this,
but I know I must.  I just won't be able to live with myself unless I get
this matter settled."  Now she looked at me, as if she were waiting for a
response, however I hadn't heard any questions and she hadn't said anything
that would require a response.  Instead, I decided it was time to stop
beating around the bush.

"Excuse me, but I think maybe we should back up and start over again.  Why
don't you begin by telling me who you are and why you're here?"  She nodded
her head as I said this, as if she were agreeing with my suggestion, so I
paused to let her fill in the blanks.

"Yes, you're right.  I'm sorry.  My name is. well, it's Melissa Van Cott.
I'm Cole and Graham's mother."

Now I must have been the one who looked as if I were in shock.  I suppose
my mouth must have fallen open and my eyes probably bulged from their
sockets, as she made this announcement, and now my mind whirled with a
thousand questions.  Why did she show up now?  What did she want or what
was she after? These were just a few of the questions that invaded my
thoughts.  Now I carefully looked her over, noting her features, and then I
realized that glimmer of recognition that I felt before was because Graham
shared a great many of her physical attributes.  Actually they looked
better on him than they did her, as now she looked hard and older than her
years, probably caused by the years of rough living she had indulged in.

"Well, I guess what I should ask next is, why are you here?"  She looked at
me now, licked her lips, which were probably dry from the tension, and then
she answered me.

"I've come here to let you know that I want to take my sons back."  She
didn't say this with much emotion, other than a bad case of nerves, and she
didn't SHOW much emotion as she spoke either.  I wasn't sure why she showed
up at this time, but I thought it was time to nip this notion in the bud.

"Look, I've adopted these boys and they are no longer your sons, in the
legal sense.  You signed all the paperwork to allow me to adopt them, so
you can't just show up whenever you wish and announce that you want them
back."

"I know all that, but I was hoping you'd understand.  Back then I was
really into booze and drugs, and my boyfriend really didn't want the boys
around, so we kind of took off and left them.  But I'm clean now.  I'm off
booze and drugs, and I've been clean and sober for over a year now.  I
think I'm ready to become a mother again and take care of my boys, like I
should have done before."

"Look, lady.  You just can't waltz in here and disrupt the boys' lives
again, especially after what you did to them.  I'm happy that you've
cleaned up your life and you're sober now, but I don't think a year is long
enough to prove that you won't end up doing the same things all over again.
It certainly doesn't mean that you'd be a good parent now or that the boys
would even want to see you again.  I don't want to sound cruel, but the
boys got through this by thinking that you no longer existed.  If, by some
strange chance, they did still want to see you again, I'd be willing to let
you visit them occasionally, but there is no way I will give them up."  She
suddenly straightened up, almost in a defiant gesture, and then she spoke
again.

"I was afraid you were going to say that, and I really don't want to have
to fight with you, but I did talk to legal aid and they are willing to help
me try to get my boys back again.  I hope it doesn't come to that."

"It won't, unless YOU'RE the one to push this and try to get them back.  I
wouldn't even consider letting you see them either, unless the boys agreed
to it, because they were the ones who had to deal with your abandoning
them.  They had many scars from that, scars that had to heal, and they were
very insecure and emotionally wrought for many months after I took them in.
Not only did it take them time to heal physically, from the effects of
being malnourished, but their emotional wounds took even longer, and I'm
not convinced those have totally healed even yet.  Let's face it, you just
up and left them.  You just took off one day, and left them to fend for
themselves.  What was worse was that they understood this, but they
couldn't understand WHY you would do such a thing.  They came here thinking
they were bad or unlovable, and they looked like two concentration camp
survivors.  If you want a fight, I'll give you one, but if you just want to
see the boys and get to know them again, I'll discuss that with them when
they get home from school, to see what they think.  Other than that, we
have nothing more to discuss."

She looked disappointed with my response, hoping that I'd just give into
her demands.  Now she thought about what I said, before she spoke again.
"WOULD you ask the boys if they'd like to see me again?"

"That would depend if you're going to continue to try to push your previous
demands on us," I told her, quite bluntly.  She thought some more about
this, before she responded.

"Look, I can't say that I absolutely won't do that, but maybe if I see the
boys again, I'll know for sure whether or not they would want me in their
lives."

"And if you were able to see that they really didn't want you in their
lives any more, would you be able to accept that and leave them alone?"

"How can I answer that until I see them and talk to them?  Since I've been
sober, I've realized how much I miss them, and I want so much to be a
mother to them now.  Can't you understand that?"

"Yes, I understand how YOU feel, but do you really understand how THEY
might feel?  You hurt them deeply, making them feel they were unwanted and
unloved.  It took them a long time to overcome all of that baggage, and now
you want to reopen those old wounds and step back into their lives.  How do
you think they're going to feel?  How do you think they might react?  I'm
not sure if even I can predict what this will do to them or how they'll
respond."

"I know this is going to be hard on all of us, but I really need to see
them.  Can't you see that?  Can't you understand that those are my sons and
I miss them?"

"The key here is that they are your biological sons, but they are my sons
legally.  You abandoned them and gave up all your rights long ago.  I'd be
willing to ask the boys if they wanted to see you, but not if you plan to
disrupt their lives and put them through hell again."

She thought about my last comments before she answered.  Finally she made
her next move.  "I don't know what to say, because I really don't want to
give up on this.  If you would please ask them if they'd want to see me
again, I'll call you later and see what they said.  Then we can talk about
this more, but I have to think about all the things you've said."

"Damn, I really hate to throw this at them, without knowing what it's going
to do to them, but I guess either way they'll have to know you've returned
and are trying to get back into the picture.  All right, I'll ask them
after dinner if they'd be interested in seeing you, then you can call me
back after 9:00 to see what they've said.  Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, that will be fine."

"Okay, I'll do that much for you then."  Before she left, I gave her our
telephone number and then hurried her out the door.  I didn't want her here
when the boys returned home from school, as I wanted time to prepare for
their learning about this news.  After she left, I sat down to think about
how I was going to handle this.  First of all, how was I going to tell the
boys that their mother had suddenly reappeared?  Worse than that, how was I
going to tell them that she wanted to get back into their lives, or that
she even wanted them back totally?  How would I bring all this up without
disrupting their lives or sending them into another tailspin?  I certainly
had a great deal of thinking and planning to do before they got home.

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