Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2002 06:55:49 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-Book 5 Chapter 3
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The Castaway Hotel-Book 5-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2002 by billwstories
Chapter 3 - From the brink of madness. January 2002
The next week started out very normally, but it didn't stay that way for
long. You see, that was the week of September 11th. I was home alone that
day and Jake called me from a truck stop, having heard over his CB what was
going on. "Josh, have you been watching the news?" he asked, with a
certain amount of anxiety in his voice. I wasn't sure what was up, but I
knew something was wrong, and my thoughts went to the boys at college and
school.
"No, I haven't been watching TV or listening to the radio. Did they have
another school shooting or something? Was it at the high school or one of
the colleges that Dustin or Frankie go to?"
"No, it's nothing like that, but I think you'd better turn on the
television and see what's going on. It's unbelievable and something you'll
have to see for yourself."
I set the phone down and went to turn on the television, leaving Jake
holding the line. When the picture came on, I could see smoke pouring out
of one of the World Trade Towers and I went back to the phone to ask Jake
what happened. "I can see a fire on the upper level of one of the Twin
Towers. What happened? Another bomb?"
"Worse, they crashed a plane into it, a commercial flight, and they say
they crashed another plane into the Pentagon."
"They? Who are they?" I wanted to know.
"Terrorists. They're not sure what group yet, but speculation is that it's
probably a middle-eastern group, maybe Iraq had something to do with this.
I just wanted to let you know. Man, I heard my old man tell about the day
Pearl Harbor was bombed and how his family all sat numb and in shock, and I
think I'm beginning to appreciate how he felt."
I thanked Jake for letting me know what was going on, hung up, and went
back to watching the tube. The scenes were riveting and I couldn't seem to
pull myself away from looking at them. I called the schools to let the
superintendent and principals know what was happening, in case they thought
it best to prepare the students for what was happening or if others started
calling the school and they would think they were prank calls. I knew they
wouldn't question what I told them. Some knew, some didn't, but they all
thanked me, and then I went back to viewing what was happening. It was
then that I saw the pictures of the second plane crashing into the other
tower!
Suddenly I felt ill, realizing how many people just died in that instant.
What was worse, I knew people who worked there. Now I didn't know what to
do next. I was stunned, shocked, and unable to move. I was sickened by
what I saw, yet felt compelled to keep watching. I couldn't help thinking
about the final moments of those people on the planes, as they knew they
were about to die, and wondered what I would have done or thought just
before it happened. Then I began to wonder if the people in the building
saw the plane coming at them and could just imagine their panic as they
tried to get out of the way.
The reporters had been telling about all these intentional acts, when they
suddenly announced that another plane crashed into a field in Pennsylvania,
not all that far from us. No one had much information about this, whether
it was another plane in this plot or if it was just a coincidence, but that
was a fourth plane down, all coast-to-coast flights, loaded with fuel and
passengers. Could this get any more horrific? I continued to listen to
the announcer and watched the scenes happening before my eyes, when I
realized that there were people jumping from the tops of the towers. Oh
God! What kind of desperation would lead a person to do that? Was it a
choice between burning to death or leaping from the roof? What must it be
like to be in such a position? Was the world finally going insane? Were
these the first desperate acts before the whole world went up in flames? I
certainly hoped not, but who knew what might possibly happen next. Would
there be more acts like this and then retaliation?
Now my thought drifted to how I would deal with the boys about these events
when they got home. I knew this was too big an event to keep news of it
from spreading like wildfire through the halls of the schools. Some kids
even had cell phones and I'm sure someone would call one of them and then
the rumors and speculation would begin. How would I answer their questions
about why this happened or who was responsible? How could I possibly
reassure them that the world was still a safe place to live? I was still
pondering all these things when the first tower collapsed! My God, how
could that happen? Weren't we told that these towers had been specially
designed to prevent something like this from happening? Weren't there
people still trapped inside? This was becoming a total nightmare.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the second tower collapsed
and then several of the smaller buildings around it began to cave in due to
the shocks of the towers coming down. I listened to the stunned witnesses
and watched the videos over and over, but it still seemed so surreal. Both
towers were gone and many of the surrounding buildings, part of the
Pentagon had been blown away, and another plane had crashed into a field.
This was just too much to be a coincidence. This must have been planned,
and by a fairly large and financially stable group. Many reporters and
government officials were speculating about what groups could pull such a
thing off, when the name Osama Bin Laden first was uttered. I'd never
heard about him and couldn't understand his cause, all I could do was
wonder how anyone could think that such indescribable acts of horror could
get them what they wanted, no matter what that was.
I spent the rest of the day watching what was going on across the country
and listening to the reports. Both towers were now gone and some of the
smaller buildings near by, part of the Pentagon had collapsed or burned,
and another plane had crashed in what they now believed was an attempt by
some of the passengers to prevent another devastating crash into the White
House or Capitol building. Yes, this was definitely beginning to look like
some well planned, well orchestrated perversion, and all this did was raise
many questions in my mind, beginning with what this world was coming to?
How could anyone justify killing innocent bystanders for any reason? If
this is a religious group, as some speculated, how could they think their
God would approve of something like this? I know history is full of
dreadful deeds done in the name of religion and God, but in this day and
age?
By the time the boys got home, they had all heard about what had been going
on. Some had even seen some of the events on television, as they kept
running the tapes over and over again. The boys were all talking excitedly
about what had taken place, trying to make some sense out of it, like the
rest of us were. Unfortunately, they were doing no better than any of the
rest of us. Jake arrived home shortly after the boys did, so we decided to
talk about everything that had happened over dinner. I'm glad we did,
because the boys were full of questions and observations. The older ones
were looking for reasons and explanations, and then they began to wonder if
there would be a war and if some of the older ones might be called up to
fight in it. The boys in the middle were more concerned with the physical
things that happened, like the collapse of the buildings and crashing of
the planes, consumed with the destruction and death count. The younger
ones seemed to be dealing with how the children of those who died would be
feeling tonight, having lost a parent. Also the fact that we had been on
the observation deck of one of the Towers, not all that long ago, had an
impact. The boys couldn't help but discussed the fact that this could have
happened when we were there. That was a very frightening thought, and one
I tried to guide them away from quickly, but then they wondered if there
had been other visitors up there when that happened. I told them that I'm
sure some people were up there, but probably not kids, as they would have
been in school at that time. We continued to discuss all of these issues
thoroughly, though we couldn't bring closure to very many of the questions
or issues raised, but we spent a few hours at the table just discussing all
their concerns.
That evening my college boys called home, seeking some comfort and wanting
to make sure the family was all right. I talked to each of them for many
minutes, trying to address all their concerns, and then they followed up by
talking with some of their brothers. Once they finished chatting with the
boys, I spoke to them once more before they hung up. Their final concern
was whether they should come home or stay at school. I told them to stay
at school and continue on, as best as possible, but to call if they had any
other problems. They eventually agreed and wanted to know what else they
should do to try to help out in some way. I suggested several
possibilities, like taking collections up for the families of the victims,
getting donations for the rescue workers, and even donating blood for the
survivors, when they were found. They both said they would work with their
roommates to do some of these things, and then we said good-bye. I think
they both felt better afterward and I was a little relieved to have heard
from them.
When bedtime rolled around, all of the boys said a special prayer for the
victims and their families, and then they asked God to make sure that those
who had planned this would eventually be brought to justice. We all needed
to believe that these cowards would someday answer to God for their
actions, even if men were unable to bring them to trial and make them pay
for what they had done. This did bring a little reassurance to some of the
boys, though it didn't lessen the horror of what had happened. That night
some of the boys slept very tightly to one of the others, not wishing to be
alone. Human security blankets do bring a certain amount of relief to
frightened individuals. I would venture a guess that not everyone slept
well that night, as I did hear more walking around upstairs during the
evening, but they all came down to breakfast acting fairly normal the next
day. I did have to turn down a few requests to stay home that day, so they
could continue to watch what was happening, but I felt it best if we tried
to keep things as normal as possible, so everyone went to school as usual.
I spent the day tuned in to what was going on, watching the rescue effort,
listening to the speculation about what person or group had arranged this,
and listening to the President and Mayor give their reassurances that those
responsible would be caught and made to pay for what they had done. They
also told us the country would rise up from this abomination and become
even stronger because of it. I think we all wanted to believe what they
said and we wanted to believe that it would happen just as they said, and
quickly, but the reality was that this would take time, money, energy, and
possibly even the lives of service men to make all their promises come
true. What happened to the age of innocence?
I really wanted to go donate blood too, but I couldn't because of my recent
health problems. Jake told me before he left that he was going to go to
the Red Cross center to donate, and Danny, Kevin, and Brandon announced
that they were going to make their first donation after school. I was
proud that they would do something that unselfish, and it was totally their
idea. They were insistent that they wanted to help in that fashion, so I
gave them my blessing and they became first time blood donors. They came
home proud of what they did, even if Brandon was a bit woozy from the
experience, so I made them drink more liquids and then have a good dinner.
Later they explained what it was like to their brothers, hoping that they
would also donate blood too, when they were old enough. While they were
donating, they learned how important that donations are and how few people
actually donate. They decided that they would try to do it on a fairly
regular basis from now on, so I told them that Jake and I would join them
each time they did. We'd make it a family outing of sorts.
As the days moved closer to the weekend and Andrew's party, I had to make a
decision. Some people had urged me to cancel his party and put it off
until things calmed down. First of all, I didn't think any of this would
calm down right away, but even if it should, I wanted to keep things as
normal for the family as possible. Besides, it would be grossly unfair to
Andrew to have to wait, as he had been eagerly looking forward to it. I
decided to talk it over with him and we agreed to go ahead with our plans,
though Andrew suggested we might take a moment during the party to remember
those who had died or been hurt in those events. I thought that was a good
idea, so we would incorporate it in our plans.
When the weekend arrived, true to my word, Andrew got to spend Friday night
alone with Graham to explore other interests. I was actually quite pleased
that he had chosen Graham to be his first, for several reasons. One, I
thought it would be better if his first sexual encounter wasn't with his
biological brother, who had just become involved in sex himself. Second, I
was afraid if he had chosen Nick, Nick might try to go too fast for him or
push him into things before he was actually ready. Third, I knew that
Graham wasn't really into anal sex, so I didn't feel I had to worry about
that. Besides Graham was also small for his age, uncircumcised like
Andrew, low-key, and easy-going. It was a perfect match for a first-time
experience.
Even though Andrew had requested this, he was very shy and didn't know what
to do, so Graham took charge and handled him very gently. He began by
slowly undressing Andrew, making sure to stimulate special areas of
Andrew's body as he did so, and then he led Andrew over to the bed and
placed him on top of the covers. With Andrew lying there in sort of a
daze, Graham quickly removed all his clothing too, trying to give Andrew a
special little show as he did so, and then he crawled on the bed, beside
his young partner. He began by kissing Andrew on the forehead, working his
way down his nose and to his lips, and then he began to run his tongue over
and around the younger boy's mouth. Andrew just remained motionless during
this time, letting the older boy do his thing, but when Graham's tongue
snaked out of his mouth, Andrew instinctively opened his own mouth and
accepted Graham's probing muscle.
While Graham was working his magic with his mouth, his hand was reaching
down to fondle Andrew's tiny testicles and penis, and it only took a few
seconds before his little boy's sex organ was standing tall and proud,
announcing it was old enough to enjoy this activity. Now Andrew was
beginning to moan, as he reacted to all the pleasurable sensations that
were now starting to sweep over his immature body, and instinctively he
began to thrust his pelvis up into Graham's probing fingers. Slowly Graham
pulled his mouth away from Andrew's lips and spoke to him. "How does it
feel? Do you like it?"
Andrew didn't respond right away, taking a few seconds to collect his
senses before he could speak. "Oh, yeah. It feels really good. Don't
stop."
"I won't," Graham told him, "I just wanted to make sure you were still okay
with this."
"Oh, yeah, I'm really okay with this."
That was all the encouragement Graham needed, so he went back to kissing
the smaller boy, while he used two of his fingers and his thumb to pump his
partner's small tool. Slowly he would slide the foreskin back and forth
over Andrew's sensitive head, but he was wise enough not to expose it
completely, as he wasn't sure if Andrew was capable of doing that yet. He
was also uncertain if that area might be too sensitive to take the extra
stimulation, and he wanted this to be pleasurable for his little brother.
Andrew was really beginning to enjoy this now and his eyes were closed
tightly, as he tried to block out all other sensations and just bask in the
wonderful new feelings that were radiating throughout his body. Even
though Andrew never seemed to stiffen or signal a climax, from the way he
relaxed and slowly slipped into a normal breathing pattern, Graham knew
that Andrew had just enjoyed his first dry orgasm. While he recovered from
this experience, Graham continued to massage his tiny sac and testicles,
until Andrew reached down and stopped him from doing so. Andrew had
reached a point of over-stimulation, and he knew when he had enough of a
good thing. After a short rest, Graham asked Andrew if he wanted to try to
do any of those things to him, and Andrew jumped at the chance to touch the
older boy's privates.
Graham gave Andrew instructions about what to do and how to do it, and
Andrew was an eager and capable student. He did everything he was told,
with a great deal of enthusiasm, and when the time came, he eagerly wrapped
his small hand around Graham's stiff cock and pumped away at it. Although
he was having a great time jacking his older brother off, he was totally
shocked when Graham ejaculated, not realizing that was going to happen.
After asking questions about what the white stuff was, why it came out of
Graham's penis, and when he'd be able to shoot cum too, Andrew's first
lesson was over. Graham cleaned himself up, and then cuddled up next to
Andrew. That's exactly how I discovered them, when I went to check on them
later. They were asleep, but their faces still seemed to be glowing, so I
knew Andrew's first experience had been a positive one.
The next day was Andrew's party, and a handful of his friends showed up to
participate with the family. Their parents had called to make sure the
party was still going on as planned and that everything would be okay, and
I assured them it would be fine. The boys seemed to use that time to
forget about the events of the past few days and just be boys again, having
a great time playing games and having fun. The entire day went very well
and then the boys went home. Andrew was pleased with how everything had
gone.
Later that evening, when things had returned to normal, Andrew must have
told Sammy about his experiences the previous night with Graham.
Unfortunately, Sammy reacted in a way that none of us would have expected.
After finding out about what had happened between Graham and his biological
brother, Sammy raced into Graham's room and started screaming at him,
asking him what he thought he was doing and telling him it wasn't his place
to teach his little brother about sex. Graham got up and tried to explain
to Sammy that the whole thing had been Andrew's idea and that I knew and
approved of what had happened, but Sammy wasn't listening at that point.
He was too angry and filled with his own concerns. Instead of talking, he
threw a punch at Graham, landing a glancing blow off Graham's collarbone.
Graham was even more surprised by the physical attack than the verbal one,
and he wasn't sure how to respond to it, thus giving Sammy time to try and
hit him again. This time Sammy landed a blow to Graham's stomach, and then
threw another that caught him in the chin.
This time Graham didn't hesitate, having taken enough of the physical
abuse, and he tackled Sammy, choosing not to hit him in return. Instead he
pinned him to the floor and tried to reason with him again. By this time I
had gone upstairs, having heard the screaming and then the banging going on
up there, and I wanted to see what was happening. When I entered the room,
Graham was sitting on Sammy's chest, pinning his arms to the floor, telling
him he didn't understand why he was so upset. When I asked what was going
on, Sammy started screaming and swearing at both of us, so Graham tried to
explain to me what had just happened. After getting a handle on the
situation, I told Graham to let Sammy up, but when he did, Sammy started
throwing punches again. This time I was the one to step in, holding Sammy
and asking Graham to leave the room, so I could discuss this problem with
his attacker. Once we were alone in the room, I turned to Sammy and began
to question him. Sammy's face was still contorted in rage and I could
still see the fire shooting from his eyes, so I grasped him by the
shoulders, and stared directly into his eyes.
"Do you mind telling me what you thought you were doing here?"
"Do you know what Graham did with my brother last night?" he spat out, with
as much venom as he could muster.
"Yes, I do. I know all about that and I even approved of its taking
place."
"Why would you do that? I should be the one teaching Andrew, not anyone
else."
"Sammy, it was Andrew's choice and I agreed with him. Even though he loves
you a whole lot, he felt this was something he wanted to do with someone
else. He came to me and told me he thought he was old enough now to learn
about sex and after talking to him, I agreed. I asked him whom he'd want
to do this with him, he told me, and then I set it up for him."
"But why wouldn't he want me to teach him? I should have been the one to
do that for him, not someone else."
"Sammy, it wasn't your choice. Besides, you've got to stop thinking of
Andrew as your personal property. Andrew decided that he wanted his first
time to be with Graham, possibly because they are both uncut and have other
things in common. I'm sure it wasn't anything personal, because I know how
much he loves you, but it was his choice and he made it."
"But he's my real brother, not Graham's."
"He might be your brother by blood, but you're all part of the same family
and all of you boys are brothers now. I'm sorry that you don't agree with
his having chosen one of them for his first experience. Something I do
know, however, is that you should have come to discuss this with me, before
you decided to take matters into your own hands." By now Sammy was crying,
no, more than crying, he was sobbing, and thinking he had been betrayed by
all of us. For some reason he still felt that Andrew was just his brother
and no one else should be involved in decisions concerning him. I could
understand some of this, knowing how close they'd always been, but I knew
we'd have to have several long talks to work our way through this one.
By now Jake had also showed up, wanting to know if I needed assistance, but
I told him things were fine. I also advised him that Sammy and I would be
talking alone for a while, trying to iron things out. He nodded and left
the room, closing the door behind him as he went. I spent quite a long
time there, just sitting and talking things out with Sammy, and we would
have been there longer, except there was a knock on the door. After I told
the person to come in, Andrew entered, with tears streaming down his
cheeks, thinking he had been the cause of all the problems. He had heard a
little of what happened downstairs, as the other boys had questioned
Graham, and he immediately thought it was his fault. He went over to Sammy
and told him he was sorry for not doing it with him first, and I could see
Sammy soften because of his brother's obvious pain. I think realizing how
this hurt his brother made Sammy feel bad about what he had done for the
first time. By now he had calmed down completely, and he apologized to all
of us. After that the three of us talked things out in detail and came to
an understanding. We agreed that from now on, each individual would make
his own decisions, with my approval of course, and that no one else would
make decisions for anyone else in the family. This situation concluded
with Sammy and Andrew hugging each other and apologizing for their actual
or supposed transgressions, and then thhe three of us hugged, to let each
other know there were no hard feelings.
After they left the room, Sammy went down to tell Graham he was sorry for
what he had done, and Graham quickly accepted the apology, willing to
forgive and forget. Later that evening I heard that Sammy had asked Graham
to join Andrew and him in their room, to spend the night, as a way to bury
the hatchet. I never heard the details of what went on during that get
together, but it appeared the next morning that they had successfully
kissed and made up.
Things had now calmed down at home, but there was still a great deal going
on in the country. It was now becoming evident that there weren't going to
be any more survivors found at any of the crash sites, and it was also
pretty certain that the other plane that crashed in Pennsylvania was the
likely result of actions by the passengers to prevent the hijackers from
crashing it into another target. Much information had come out as to who
the hijackers were and who they were affiliated with, a Muslim group called
Al-Qaida, financed by a rich Saudi rebel of sorts. He seemed to be
declaring a holy war, to advance his own personal agenda, and all of these
plane crashes and deaths were just another tool to get what he wanted. I'm
still amazed that anyone could feel their God would support their taking of
innocent lives, especially on such a large scale. I just wish I could be
in the line behind them on Judgment Day, when God condemned them for their
actions and for claiming that all of that death and destruction was done in
his name. Then there are the ones who carried out the plan, thinking that
by sacrificing themselves they'd go straight to heaven. Well, I wonder
what their reactions will be when God tells them they are going to hell for
what they did. So much for guarantees!
There was one interesting side effect from all of this, and that's a
renewed sense of patriotism and a rare use of public prayers. The irony is
that it took a disaster of this magnitude to cause either of these things
to happen. Suddenly there were flags flying everywhere, including on cars,
and 'God Bless America' and 'America the Beautiful' were being sung at
public events. I don't think there has been such a patriotic fervor in the
country since World War II and it may be years before we ever see this
phenomenon happening again. I guess it takes a tragedy of this magnitude
to pull a nation this large together, with a single focus, a commonality of
purpose, and a sense of unity. Too bad we can't focus more on what we have
in common as a nation normally, instead of finding fault with all the
differences and concentrating so much on our own selfish concerns.
My family is no exception to that, as sometimes we seem to get tunnel
vision and only see what's in our own best interests. Sometimes we have to
step back and look at the broader picture, knowing there are others in this
world who are worse off than we are and that their concerns are not high on
very many peoples' priority lists. That's the trouble with special
interest groups, who tend to advance their own goals ahead of the greater
good, many times even worsening the situation for those who are in need the
most relief. Can a tragedy like this cause us to rise above all of this?
I doubt it, but I will take a wait-and-see approach for now.
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