Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 11:05:08 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 6, chapter 14

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 6-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 14 - Better days ahead.                   October 2002

"Josh, I have great news for you," the doctor began, as I answered the
phone.  "The registry has found a donor match for Cody, so we're over the
next major hurdle.  I'll set up a time for him to come in, say the day
after tomorrow, so I can inject him with the cells.  Another doctor will
remove the cells from the donor sometime late tomorrow, and seeing these
cells should be used within twenty-four hours, according to acceptable
medical procedures, we'll give them to Cody early the follow day.  I have
already made arrangements to have the delivery made overnight, so there
should be no problem there.  Everything seems to be going our way right
now, so I just hope this trend continues."

"Me too, and that IS great news, doctor.  I'm sure Cody will be glad to
hear this too, and I can't wait until we can put all this behind us."  I
looked at Cody and smiled, letting him know that things were going our way,
and the other boys were patting him on the back and congratulating him.
"What time do you want us there?"

The doctor and I went on to discuss the details of the procedure, so I
could prepare Cody for what he would have to face, and then I assured the
doctor that we'd meet him at the hospital early that morning.  By the time
I hung up the phone, the house was filled with joy, excitement, and the
noise of many boys expressing their happiness and relief.  I think the one
who felt the most relief at this moment, other than Cody, was Andrew.  Even
though we had talked about it, and I thought he had gotten past his issues
concerning that portrait, I think subconsciously he still felt that somehow
having drawn Cody's picture was a sign that he harbored fears that Cody
wasn't going to pull through.  Now, knowing a donor had been found and
things were looking up, he wouldn't worry so much about his picture being
sent in.  I thought Cody had already eased his apprehensions, when he gave
him the green light to use it, and especially after he stated that he
thought it was pretty special that Andrew had selected him to be his model,
but obviously he still had concerns.  Now maybe he could relax about
submitting it to the art fair.

After analyzing the Andrew situation, I looked over and saw Graham and Cody
kissing and hugging, kind of oblivious to the rest of us, even though we
were excited for him too.  At that point Jake came over and put his arm
around my shoulders, giving me a slight squeeze, in an effort to let me
know he was there for me as well.  There is no doubt in my mind that he has
realized how worried I've been about all of this, as we've talked about it
many times, so he must have decided this was an excellent opportunity for
him to give me a little reassurance too.  It was nice that he did that, as
it showed he cared, and I guess it's the little things like that in a
relationship that can help to strengthen it.  In our case, he always seems
to be there when I need him the most, however I must admit that I don't
always let him know how important that is to me, or that I'm there to
reciprocate every time he needed a little emotional support from me.  It's
not that I don't care, it's just sometimes I'm so focused on the boys, or
my job, that I develop tunnel-vision, and sometimes I realize I just seem
to take him for granted.  I guess I'll have to make a point to correct that
oversight and find an appropriate way to let him know how special he is to
me.

The rest of the evening was just like one big party at our house, as we
celebrated our good fortune that a donor had been found.  In the back of my
mind I knew that other things might still go wrong, but I didn't think now
would be the time to focus on that aspect.  Instead, I acknowledged that
Cody needed this type of celebration, to lift his spirits and put him in a
positive mental mode, so I was more than willing to let it continue.
However, there was more to my decision than just the fact that it would
make Cody feel better about his situation.  I've often heard doctors and
other medical professionals say that part of the healing process is
psychological, so I used this opportunity to put Cody in as upbeat a mood
as was possible, letting him know his chances for recovery were very good
at this point.  I felt putting this positive spin on things might do as
much for him as the fact that we'd actually located a donor.

After letting them carry on for a while, I informed the boys it was time to
go to bed.  As they began to settle down and head off to their rooms, I
noticed that Cody and Graham walked hand-in-hand up the stairs, so I
thought maybe they'd continue the celebration on their own.  Later, as I
walked around checking on things, I heard something going on in their room,
so I put my ear to the door.  It was then I realized what the noise was
that I heard.  It was the gentle humming of an electric razor, so I
concluded one of them felt a little trim was in order, before the games
began.  Later I found out that was indeed the case, as Cody's pubes had
been left unattended for a couple of weeks now.  However, once they were
gone, the two boys got into it, pretty hot and heavy.

In an effort to show Cody how much he meant to him, Graham not only shaved
his soul-mate, but then he took him into the shower, to wash every inch of
his body.  Graham made sure it was lovingly offered and tenderly done, such
as when a parent bathes a child.  However, once he journeyed south of his
waist, neither of them could control their raging hormones any longer.  It
began innocently enough, as Graham began to wash Cody's pubic triangle,
also cleansing his penis and scrotum in the process, but that's when Cody's
little soldier sprang to attention, letting Graham know that it was ready
for active duty.  Graham took the hint, and did an immediate oral
inspection of the area, using his tongue to trace every inch of its
surface.  Then he began to clean Cody's weapon, by taking it deep within
his mouth, letting his saliva wash over it, giving it a smooth, glistening
appearance.  As he began to polish Cody's barrel, he slowly loaded it with
ammunition, as little bullets of semen began to fill the clip.  After a few
minutes of this activity, Cody's weapon was fully loaded, and Graham
reached down and released the safety, when he rolled Cody's balls around
within the fleshy ammo pouch.  Now he squeezed the trigger, by speeding up
his pace and increasing his suction, until the rounds began to fire.
Uncontrollably, shot after shot of his immature seed now sprang from Cody's
barrel, hitting the bulls-eye within Graham's throat, and qualifying him
for his marksmanship badge.  This continued until every round had been used
up, and the clip was emptied, then the 'all clear' signal was given on the
firing line.  At this point, Cody's knees began to buckle, so Graham helped
him switch from the standing to prone position, even though this round at
the range was over, and it was time for the next shooter to take his
position.

Once Cody had regained his strength, he switched places with Graham, so he
could return the favor.  He was determined to put Graham through his own
calisthenic routine, and bring him as much pleasure as he had just
received.  Cody began by putting Graham through a little stretching
routine, as he rubbed and kneaded Graham's penis, stretching it to its full
length.  After that, he began to do oral push-ups on Graham's pole, though
he couldn't count them off aloud at the time, and then he added a few
thrusts to the routine, as he let his finger wander around Graham's body,
and then find its way in and out of Graham's rear door.  Next he began to
work on Graham's endurance, trying to increase his stamina and get him to
last as long as he could.  He tested Graham's limits to the fullest, as he
did everything in his power to make Graham concede and give in to his
training techniques, but Graham was determined to continue on.  Knowing
that fluids are also very important during an exercise cycle, Cody next
checked Graham's fluid level, as Graham released several strong volleys of
his boy-juice into Cody's mouth.  Knowing how precious this nectar was,
Cody made sure to swallow every drop, to avoid the effects of dehydration,
after such a strenuous workout.  Once Graham's orgasm had subsided, the
boys finished up the exercise session with a quick rubdown, making sure all
the toxins were worked out of the muscles, especially the main muscle.
Then they went back to their room, to unwind and rest, thus ending their
night of wild abandon.

Time passed quickly after that day, and now it was time for Cody's
appointment.  Although all the boys wanted to go to the hospital and be
with Cody when he received the donor's cells, I decided it would be best if
they carried on with their normal routines.  There was nothing they could
do for Cody during that time, and they wouldn't be allowed to be in with
him while the procedure took place, so the only thing they could do was
spend their time in the waiting room.  I told them it would be best if they
just expressed their support to Cody, before he left that morning, and then
to be there for him when he got back home.  After some minor confrontations
about my stance on this issue, especially from Graham, they finally
realized I wouldn't give in on this topic and didn't pursue it further.
When the time came, I was the only one who accompanied Cody to the
hospital, and we only ended up staying there for a few hours.  The
procedure itself didn't take very long, but the doctor wanted Cody to stay
there for a while longer, so he could see how Cody's system reacted to the
introduction of cells from someone else's body.  After a few hours of close
observation, nothing unusual was noted, so we were allowed to go back home.
Now it would just be a matter of time before we would know if this
procedure worked any better than when Cody's own cells had been
reintroduced back into his body.

The next few days went fairly smoothly, and the entire family went back to
their normal routine.  When I took Cody back to the doctor, a few days
later, the doctor told me Cody seemed to be doing well, but he'd wait
before he'd say anything more definitive.  He explained that he couldn't
yet tell if the cells were beginning to duplicate as they should, but
everything else looked fine and Cody seemed to be responding well.  We
thanked him for all his help, and told him we'd see him again in a few more
weeks, and then we went back about our business.

The next day at school, I got some more good news, however this had nothing
to do with Cody. It was a letter concerning Trey, and the entry of his
script into the regional competition.  It had been sent to the school,
addressed to the teacher who had submitted his screenplay into the
competition, and at lunchtime she brought Trey over to my office, so she
could read it to both of us at the same time.


"To the family of Alexander Currie,

The regional committee, for the northeast region of the Scholastic Art &
Writing Awards, is pleased to announce that the dramatic script, 'Brothers
Beneath the Flesh', submitted by Alexander Currie, has been awarded the
regional Pinnacle Award for that category.  Receiving the Pinnacle Award
means that this script was judged to be the best among all entries for that
category.  This work will now be forwarded to the national selection
committee, to be judged at that level.  The announcement of national
winners will be made at the end of April.

Congratulations on your outstanding piece of work, and best of luck at the
national level.  A regional awards banquet will be held in Boston, on
Saturday, April 19th, with details and directions to the banquet facility
being sent to you in a separate letter.

A press release announcing your achievement has been prepared by our staff,
and will be forwarded to your hometown newspaper.  Another article, listing
all regional winners, will be delivered to each news organization within
the region, for publication at their discretion.

Once again, congratulations on your high level of achievement.

Sincerely, Chairperson for the northeast region"


What could I say?  I was speechless.  I had been sufficiently impressed
when Trey had won the state competition, but having won the regional
competition too, and now having his work sent on to the national level,
well, that was more than I think any of us had ever expected.  Now Trey and
I sat stunned by what we had just heard, and the teacher beamed at him.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you," she said.  "I knew it was good, but now we have
proof it was even better than just good...it was excellent."

We both thanked the teacher for her kind words, her effort in submitting
Trey's script in the first place, and also for her continued support.  She
took Trey back to school with her, when she left, and I had a few moments
to contemplate what all this meant for him in the long term.  Even though
Trey had expressed an interest in working with computers, maybe even
designing software, I think I was going to discuss the possibly of his
exploring his writing talent further.  Under the circumstaances, who knows
what type of opportunities that might present for him?  As I've mentioned
before, this was going to look extremely good on his college transcripts,
and if he were to apply in a related field, it might even have more of an
impact on his admission or his ability to get into a better school.
However, the final decision would be his alone, but I would make sure to
point out all his options to him, before he made his final choice.

That evening we informed the rest of the family about the good news, and we
assumed this would also be mentioned in the morning announcements at school
again.  The boys really whooped it up in Trey's honor, making sure they let
him know just how impressed and proud they were of his accomplishments.
There was also a lot of good-natured ribbing of Trey, about becoming rich
and famous from writing a screenplay for a movie, or possibly penning a
best-selling a novel.  The boys also kidded him about whether or not he'd
open his own Castaway Hotel some day, once he was financially independent,
to give other boys a similar opportunity.  Although he said he might, I
wasn't sure if he was serious about actually doing something like that, or
he was just trying to keep his brothers from gaining the upper hand at this
point.

The next day, as we suspected, the announcement was made in school, and
once more Trey got a standing ovation from his own homeroom.  From what I
understood, he also got a standing ovation when he entered the cafeteria at
lunchtime too.  I guess even the rest of the student body realized what an
impressive achievement this was and they were willing to give Trey his due,
even though some of them might have been jealous of his new notoriety.  It
took a great deal of maturity for some of them to do that for Trey, and I
wish I were able to find out whom the first one to stand and applaud was,
as we all owe him or her a huge vote of thanks on Trey's behalf.

The following weekend we decided to hold a special party for Trey, to give
the rest of our extended family a chance to recognize his outstanding level
of achievement.  We invited the Shays, the Spences, Aunt Sally, and the
Beckers, and of course Mark would be there too, as he was living at the
house now.  We had also invited my grown children and their families to
join us, but we knew the chances of their getting away would be slim.  As
they called to offer their apologies for not being able to attend, they
also took the chance to congratulate Trey personally, over the phone.  As
they told him how proud they were of his accomplishment, and how special it
was, they also told him that they'd like to read his script, next time they
came for a visit.  Hearing that made Trey feel good too.

When Saturday afternoon arrived, we began the party by having a meal
together, although it was nothing fancy.  After we ate, we topped the meal
off with a congratulatory cake, with a special message for the honoree,
which we had Trey cut.  Although we had informed everyone that no presents
were required, they still brought cards to give Trey, congratulating him on
his success and wishing him well at the next level of competition.  Having
family and close friends around at times like this, makes even the best of
moments seem even better.

Before I decided to throw this party for Trey, I had questioned how
appropriate this might seem.  However, after weighing the pros and cons, I
decided it would not only be good for Trey, but it might also have an
impact on the other boys as well.  By making such a big deal over Trey's
success, I hoped to do more than just let Trey know how proud we were of
what he had accomplished.  I also hoped this would also inspire some of the
others to go that extra mile, and to reach for that little something that
might seem just beyond their grasp.  Even though a few of my boys had
certain problems at school, there were others who were quite talented in
their own right, and I hoped this might inspire them to try just a little
harder to reach their potential.  Who knows, with Dion's voice, Andrew's
artistic ability, and the scholastic aptitude of several of the others,
maybe this would inspire them to put forth just that much extra effort and
grab for the brass ring, thus bringing them to the same level of success
that Trey was now enjoying.

Later that evening, after the party was over, we merely settled in for the
rest of the night, that is everyone except Dion and Trey.  While the rest
of us watched a movie on television or did some other trivial types of
activities, they went up to their room, so Dion could give Trey his
personal reward.  I think he must have mentioned this to Trey before they
left, because Trey seemed more distracted than usual, and he showed signs
of being more than a little excited.  Needless to say, I didn't think any
of that was a result of the party.  Anyway, while the rest of us stayed
downstairs, the two of them slipped away and went up to their room, so Dion
could pay special attention to his chosen partner.

Once they got to their room and closed the door, Trey discovered some of
the rewards of fame.  It began when Dion slowly began to remove Trey's
clothing, but he didn't merely undress him, he had something more than that
in mind.  As Dion removed each article of Trey's clothing, he also gave
that area of the body a little special attention as well.  First he removed
Trey's shirt, and then he began to kiss and nuzzle the area around his
neck, something he knew Trey was very fond of.  He was now deeply engrossed
in the part of the body the shirt collar had covered just a few minutes
before, and Trey was loving the attention and the sensations.  After Dion
removed Trey's undershirt, he began to suck and nibble on Trey's nipples,
reminding him that even a boy can enjoy this type of stimulation.

Next he unbuckled Trey's belt, unsnapped his pants, pulled down the zipper,
and then he let gravity take Trey's trousers to the floor. Now Dion let his
hands wander over Trey's pleentiful ass cheeks, massaging them through his
boxers, and then Dion dropped to his knees, so he could massage Trey's
thighs and calves with his long, slender fingers.  Once he had done that
for several minutes, he reached up and lowered Trey's boxers, exposing his
genitals, and it was evident that Trey was highly aroused at this point.
Dion wrapped his fingers around Trey's shaft, pulling it gently toward his
lips, while using his other hand to play with Trey's scrotum and manipulate
the watery orbs inside.  Trey began to moan audibly at this juncture, as he
was definitely enjoying the stimulation Dion was giving him.

Encouraged by this obvious sign of pleasure, Dion flicked his tongue along
the length of Trey's engorged member, and then teased the helmet through
the opening in his foreskin.  After he had played with the head like that
for a while, he drew the foreskin back, exposing the head completely, and
then he slid his mouth over the tip, swallowing as much of the shaft as he
could.  Eagerly, he now began to bob his head back and forth over its
length, gently massaging Trey's penis with his lips and tongue.  By this
point Trey was really moaning, caught up in the overwhelming pleasure he
was feeling, but Dion knew there was more he wanted to do for his partner.
Knowing the things that Trey enjoyed the most, Dion removed his hand from
Trey's ball sac, slid a finger up his crack, and inserted it into Trey's
waiting chute.  Quickly he located the prostate and began to draw little
circles on it with that finger, sending Trey to the pinnacle of excitement
and making it impossible for him to holdout any longer.  As Dion sent that
now familiar shudder throughout Trey's body, Trey released his torrent of
boy cream, letting it flow up his tubes and flood Dion's mouth in the
process.  Dion didn't flinch or back off when this occurred, instead he
began to lap and swallow the thick, warm liquid, as he continued to add
even more suction, until he was sure he had drained every ounce of liquid
that Trey had to offer.  Once he knew Trey had been completely siphoned of
his pearly seed, Dion pushed Trey backward, toward the bed, until his legs
were pressed right up against it.  Once in that position, Dion gently
nudged Trey back onto the mattress, getting him in position for the next
phase of his plan.

As Trey was making himself comfortable on the bed, Dion was hurriedly
shedding his own garments, until he stood naked at the foot of the bed.
Dion quickly added a dab of lube to his own penis, knowing that Trey didn't
require him to use much any more, and then he grabbed Trey's ankles, lifted
his legs and let him know what was next.  Trey enthusiastically pulled his
knees back to his chest, awaiting the entry of Dion's long slender
tool. Carefully Dion positioned himself to make his final approach, like a
pilot guiding his aircraft in for a landing, and soon Dion's nosecone was
pushing against Trey's portal.  Dion kept adding more and more pressure,
until his slender craft slid down the runway, not coming to a stop until
his own manhood had gone as far in as it possibly could.  Now Dion began to
rock gently back and forth, as if he were in an amphibious plane and the
pontoons of that craft kept riding up and down on the crashing waves.
Continually, he rode the crests of those waves, stroking the sides of
Trey's hanger in the process, and teasing his sensitive prostate.  After
several minutes of this energetic activity, Dion realized it was time to
unload his cargo, so he made one final thrust and sent his creamy luggage
sliding down the ramp and into Trey's cargo hold.

It only took a few more thrusts, until the last of the freight was
unloaded, and then Dion began to kiss Trey, and nuzzle his head in the
crook of Trey's neck one more time.  The pair exchanged kisses, and this
passionate embrace lasted for several more minutes, as they continued to
let each other know how much they appreciated and enjoyed this lovemaking
session.  Once they both came down from their sexual highs, Dion spooned up
behind Trey, settling in for the evening, and that's the way the two of
them fell asleep.  I am so happy those two have such a close relationship,
and one that I know will last, even though the going was not always smooth
between them.  I think now they now are willing to accept the fact that
they don't want anyone else and are committed to remain together for the
long haul.

As the days of April began to pass, and the weather began to grow warmer,
it was time to take Cody back to the doctor, for his next checkup.  I tried
to approach these appointments with a certain amount of optimism, but there
were always those nagging worries at the back of my mind, telling me there
was still a possibility that something might go wrong.  We had already been
to the hospital and Cody had already had the lab work done, but now we were
waiting to meet with the doctor, so we could be informed of those results.
As we sat there, I prayed harder than I ever had that the report would be
good, not wishing to leave this in the hands of fate.  As we sat in the
reception area, waiting to be called, I tried to keep a smile on my face
and maintain a positive attitude about everything, as I didn't want to let
Cody see I had any doubts at all concerning his recovery.  It must have
worked, because I don't think he ever suspected a thing, and he seemed to
be very relaxed as we waited in the reception area.  Soon our names were
called, and we were led into one of the examination rooms, where we would
wait for the doctor to arrive.  He walked into the room a few minutes
later, and then he began to do a routine check of Cody, feeling his glands,
listening to his lungs, and the other types of things a doctor generally
does.  When he had finished doing that, he looked at Cody and spoke.

"Cody, how do you feel today?"

"Good."

"Any problems lately?"

"Not really."  Cody's responses were very short, but that didn't seem to
bother the doctor.

"Fine.  I don't notice anything in particular, it's just the cells aren't
multiplying as quickly as I had hoped."  He did have a look of mild concern
on his face as he said this.

"Is this a problem?" I wanted to know.

"Not a problem, just a concern.  The cells are beginning to multiply, just
not at the rate I was hoping to see."  He didn't look upset, so neither
Cody nor I was panicking.  "We'll give it some more time, and see if things
improve," he continued, "but I suspect it will."

"That's good to hear," I responded.  "Is there anything we should do or
know?"

"No, we'll just keep an eye on him, like we have been doing, and we'll run
some more tests in a month.  By then we should know how this is taking."

We thanked the doctor and left, a little concerned, but not overly worried.
I continued to try to keep Cody upbeat about his situation, making as light
of what few concerns he had, without lying to him or giving him a severely
inaccurate impression of what he was facing.  I wanted to relieve some of
his doubts about his chances of pulling through this, but I didn't want him
to believe that there was absolutely nothing to worry about.  I knew this
was a fine line I was walking, in trying to do this, but weighing the
choices against the possible effects they might have on Cody, I didn't see
that I had much of a choice.  Now we made our way back to school, ready to
continue on with life, at least the way it stood at this moment.

Later that evening, everyone wanted to know how Cody had made out at his
appointment, and we tried to explain everything as best we could.  I was
very careful to try not to cause anyone to jump to conclusions or worry
about things that might never happen, so I chose my words carefully, as I
explained to them what the doctor had told us.  After nearly a half-hour of
answering questions and explaining what we knew, I decided it was time to
switch topics, so we went on to discuss other things that were happening in
our lives, many of which were much more mundane and lacked the potential
impact of Cody's condition.

Things slowly returned to normal, and everyone began to move on to other
things.  Before long I noticed Cody and Graham slipping away again, and I
assumed they felt maybe a little celebration was in order.  I smiled as I
watched them leave the room, and then I went back to what I was doing.  It
was only about ten minutes later when I heard a commotion upstairs, with
someone screaming and a lot of banging going on.  I raced up the stairs, to
see what was happening, and discovered the noise was coming from Cody and
Graham's room.  I flung open the door and burst into the room, only to
discover Cody sitting on Graham's back, facing Graham's feet, pinning him
to the bed, and his hand filled with what I guessed was the back section of
Graham's underwear.

Both boys looked up as I entered, as I think they were surprised by my
sudden appearance, and then they began to question what I was doing there.
"What's the matter, Dad?" they asked, not sure why I came bursting in on
them.

"I thought I heard someone getting killed up here," I answered, and they
began to look a little sheepish.  I was beginning to see I had been
mistaken about the seriousness of the situation.

"We're sorry.  We didn't mean to upset you," Cody told me.

"I'm not upset, but what the hell was going on here?"

The two of them looked at each other before either of them responded.  "I
guess it's mostly my fault," Cody told me, looking down at Graham.

"Do you mind explaining?" I asked him.

"Well, Graham has been treating me like I was going to break at any second,
and I just wanted to show him that he was wrong."

"And how did you think you were going to accomplish that, by killing him?"

"I wasn't killing him, I was just giving him a wedgie."  Now I understood
why there had been a section of Graham's underwear extending from within
his trousers and into Cody's grasp.

"But what about the screaming?"

"I'm sorry, Dad," Graham told me, "but that was me.  I was just yelling at
Cody, trying to get him to stop what he was doing.  He pulled my underwear
so hard it not only went up my butt, but it was crushing my balls too."

"Ah, I see, but what was all the banging?"

"I guess that was me too," Graham continued.  "In trying to break free from
his attack, I guess my arms and feet banged the wall a few times."

"But it was me too," Cody added.  "Because I was making the bed jump a
little, as I bounced on him while pulling on his undershorts."

"You're not mad at us, are you, Dad?" Graham wondered aloud.

"No, I'm not angry.  I was just worried someone was hurt, or getting hurt,"
I added, looking at the two of them.  They both looked extremely guilty at
this point.

"We're sorry," Cody apologized, "and we won't do it again."

"That's okay.  I really don't mind you boys fooling around like this, I
just wasn't sure it was all in fun when I first heard it."

"It was," Graham told me, with a smile, "and thanks for worrying about us,
Dad."

"That's okay.  I was young once too, even though that might be hard for you
imagine."

"Why would that be hard for us to do?" Cody asked, puzzled.

"Well, because it's hard for someone your age to imagine someone my age
being young.  I mean, back when I was a kid, there were only thirteen
colonies...I mean states."

The boys looked at each other, then back at me, and then they grinned.
"You aren't THAT old, Dad," Graham retorted, like he was trying to convince
me of that fact.

"Maybe not, but not that far off.  Maybe there were actually twenty some
states when I was your age, then."

Cody laughed the loudest now.  "Then you were born before the Civil War,"
he concluded, impressing me with his quick calculations.

"Yep, and I met President Lincoln once too," I countered, continuing to
play the game with them.  Now both boys were laughing and joking with me,
and Graham slowly slid out from beneath Cody, rearranging his underwear in
the process, so they weren't riding up his crack.  I took this opportunity
to leave them alone again, as I think Cody had made his point, and I
concluded they might have some other things they might like to do with each
other right now.  I closed the door behind me, as I exited, and quietly I
slipped back downstairs.

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