Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 16:30:57 EST
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 8

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The Castaway Hotel - by BW  (Young-Friends).                Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 8 - Our vacation (Part 1).
February 2000

Danny decided that he wanted to invite Brandon on our little trip and Ricky
wanted to invite Jay, a boy who played first base on his baseball team.
The two boys had become close, playing side by side for the entire season.
I talked to both boys' parents and they agreed to let them go.  They asked
what the boys would need to bring and I told them.  I informed them they
would need their toothbrushes, comb or brush, sneakers and sandals or tongs
and enough clothes to last for three weeks, some for warm weather and some
for the cooler nights or miserable days.  Although I didn't request it and
though I even tried to politely refuse it, both sets of parents insisted on
giving me money to help cover expenses.  When I saw that they weren't going
to take no for an answer, I graciously accepted.

This trip was planned out on a daily schedule because I'm a fanatic about
not wasting my time.  Some tickets and hotel/motel rooms were reserved in
advance, as I was concerned that they might be sold out by the time we
arrived.  There would be a mix of educational and recreational activities,
as I wanted the boys to learn on this trip along with having fun.  All in
all, it was going to be a fun filled opportunity for us to get closer as a
family and a time for the boys to get to know their friends better.  We
were scheduled to leave Sunday afternoon, July 26th and stay at a motel
just outside of Washington DC that evening, so we could get an early start
the next morning.

The parents dropped their sons off at 1 PM Sunday and they stowed their
luggage in the van.  There were the usual admonitions, from the parents,
telling their sons to behave, to do everything I told them, to be careful
and stay together, etc., etc., etc.  The boys shook their heads in the
affirmative, telling their folks that they would, and, then, the kissing,
hugging and tears began, mostly from the mothers.  I herded the group into
the van, informed the parents that I would have the boys call home every
few nights (to keep the mothers' minds at ease) and I reminded the parents
that we would return the weekend of August 15th.  As we drove away, the
parents were waving, the mothers were also crying, and the boys were
getting into their vacation mode.  They were talking excitedly, trying to
pump me for information about what I had planned and, trying to guess,
among themselves, when I wouldn't divulge the information.  I love
surprises and I wanted as much of this trip, as possible, to be a surprise
for them.

Brandon and Jay knew each other, from the baseball team and from school,
and both had been to our home, to visit, before.  Jay was a shy kid around
adults but he could be a real hellion when he was with other kids.  He was
two inches taller than Ricky, at 5'4", but shorter than the other two.
Danny had sprouted up over the summer and was nearly 5'6" and Brandon had
grown to 5'5".  Jay had red hair, green eyes and a milky complexion.  I'd
say he was thin but lanky would be a better description because he was
awkward in his movements.  He was not bad when he played first base but he
elicited many chuckles while batting or running the bases.  It was most
likely a phase that he would outgrow.

We reached our motel, just outside the nation's capital, in the early
evening.  We unpacked our things, quickly, so we could go to dinner.  I
took the boys to one of the nicer restaurants, not elegant but nice, and we
had a decent meal.  Jay had managed to knock over his water glass and,
then, Ricky's, as he was trying to soak up the water from the first with
his napkin.  All of the boys jumped to his rescue, using their napkins to
absorb the puddle of liquid, as I restrained Jay from doing further damage.
Other than that, everything else went fine.

We would be staying at this motel for four nights, as we used it for our
base of operation to see the sights around the Capital.  I rented a room
with two double beds and I had the motel include a cot, as well.  I was
going to let each pair of boys sleep together on the double beds and I was
prepared to sleep on the fold-up sleeping surface.  As soon as the cot was
set-up, Ricky objected to my sleeping there.  He said that I was paying for
almost everything and I should be able to sleep in a nice bed.  I told him
not to worry about it but he insisted that I sleep with Jay and him.  He
stated that they were smaller than the other pair, so I would fit in with
them more easily, and he would sleep in the middle.  All of the boys sided
with Ricky and I, eventually, ended up giving in and, later that evening,
sleeping beside him.  We never paid for another cot during the rest of the
trip.

We needed to get an early start in the morning and I wanted them all to get
a good night's sleep.  Bedtime was set for 9:00 and they were told wake-up
would be at 6 AM.  To save time in the morning, as I know that each of the
kids like to take a lengthy shower, I had the boys shower in pairs that
evening.  This would ensure that they got to bed on time tonight and
prevent their dawdling tomorrow.  I would take a quick shower before I woke
them in the morning.  I didn't realize it at the time but my na‹ve
suggestion set up some interesting contacts in the bath.  Ricky and Jay
went first.  They were in the shower cleaning up when Jay asked Ricky a
question.

"Ricky, have you ever touched another boy's dick?"

Ricky looked at him, uncertain of how to respond.  He looked at Jay's face
and saw that he appeared to be totally honest in his inquiry, and not
trying to dig up dirt. Ricky took a chance and answered him truthfully.
"Yeah, I've touched my brother's.  We jerked each other off a few times."

Jay hesitated before he spoke again.  "Would you mind doing that with me?"
The two boys were facing each other and Ricky could see the pleading look
in Jay's eyes.  "I don't have any brothers and I never dared to ask anybody
else.  I'm not gay, Ricky, I'm just curious."

"I know.  That's why Danny and I did it.  We were curious too.  Just
because you do it doesn't mean anything, like you're gay."  Ricky looked
down at Jay's 5 «" hooded cock, which had a scattered growth of red hair
around the base, and he saw that Jay was starting to get stiff already.  "I
think it would be fun.  I've never touched an uncut wiener before."  Ricky
reached out and took Jay's penis in his hand.  He stroked it a few times
from the front and, then, reached his other hand between Jay's legs to play
with his balls.  Jay was enjoying the attention from Ricky's hands and he
tried to encourage his friend to continue.

"That feels nice, Ricky.  Keep doing it.  I want you to make me shoot."
Ricky decided that it would be easier if he stood beside Jay than in front
of him, so he repositioned himself and started to stroke the redhead's
dick.  He pumped it back and forth, intrigued at how the milky white
prepuce slid back and forth over the dark red glans, like it was playing
hide-and-go-seek.  Jay started to whimper.  "Oh, yes, Ricky.  That feels so
good.  Do it faster and make me shoot.  Oh, wow, that is so good."  Even
though they were being somewhat loud, the sound of the shower and the
exhaust fan keep us from hearing anything in the other room.

Ricky's had picked up the pace and soon he could feel the throbbing in
Jay's prick.  He knew that that meant Jay was about to explode.  "Yes,
Ricky, I feel it.  I'm going to shooooot.  Yes, yes, mmmmmmmm."  Ricky's
hand was a blur, as it slid up and down the shaft, and Jay threw his head
back and let loose will four strong volleys of boy spunk.  Ricky kept
pumping as the flow slowed to a trickle and, finally, he stopped.  Ricky
had been helping Jay to remain upright, as the redhead's legs weakened upon
his climax, and Ricky waited for his friend's strength to return.  While he
waited for Jay to recover, he rolled and squeezed Jay's loose foreskin
between his fingers and, then, he amused himself with it by pulling the
hood back, exposing the crown, before sliding it back to its normal
position.  He couldn't get enough of playing with this novel new toy.  Jay,
finally, distracted him.  "Oh, thank you, Ricky.  Thank you, so much.  I
loved that.  It felt so good.  I'm ready to do you now"

Jay, immediately, reached forward and grabbed Ricky's 5" inch member.  Jay
had never touch any penis, other than his own, and this one was
circumcised, unlike his.  He let his fingers roam over the bright pink head
and around the section of the shaft where the operation had been performed.
He began to rub and pull on Ricky's scrotum, while he was fingering his
boyhood, enjoying all of these new activities.  Ricky, also, liked the feel
of Jay's bony fingers running over his joystick, as it felt differently
from Danny's hand or his own grip.  Ricky decided that he should try to
encourage the novice, so he wouldn't suddenly stop before he had finished
the task.  "That's great, Jay.  You're doing really well.  Yes, just like
that.  Oh, keep going.  Faster, oh yes, faster.  That's it, keep it up."

Jay was excited by Ricky's comments and jacked him even faster.  He felt
Ricky's pole expanding in his hand and Ricky was making all sorts of
strange sounds.  Jay thought that his hand didn't glide as easily up and
down Ricky's mast, like it did on his own, and he concluded it was because
of the missing skin.  When there wasn't any lose skin to slide up and over
the head, each stroke seemed to come to an abrupt halt.  "Faster Jay, I'm
ready to cum.  Faster, oh yes, here it cuuuummmssss.  Aaaarrrrgggghhhh."
Ricky's hard- on spewed five watery bursts from his dickhead and onto the
shower wall.  He clung to Jay, to keep from falling, as Jay milked the
lasts of his sperm from his rod.  Nothing more was said until Ricky
descended from his high.

"Thanks, Jay, that was nice."  Then Ricky remembered the admonishment I had
given him and his brother before we left.  "Uh, Jay.  You've got to promise
that you won't say anything to anyone, ever!  I don't want anyone thinking
that we're fags.  Promise?"

"Yes.  I don't want anyone to think that, either.  I won't tell anyone, as
long as I live."  Reassured by the other's promise, the boys got out of the
shower, dried off quickly, wrapped their towel around their waists and left
the bathroom.  Danny and Brandon were waiting for them as they came out.

"It sure took you two long enough," they chimed in together, huge grins
spread across their faces.  Both of the younger boys were somewhat
embarrassed by the implication and stammered.
  Ricky recovered first.

"The hot water felt so good on our bodies that we didn't want to get out."

"Yeah, sure," Brandon shot back as he and Danny entered the room.

Jay and Ricky looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and got out
some clean underwear.  They dropped their towels to the floor, not caring
that I was there, and took their time dressing.  Once they were finished,
they went over and sat on the small sofa and watched TV.

Danny and Brandon were, now, in the shower lathering up.  Danny
accidentally (on purpose) backed into Brandon as he was rinsing off.
Brandon became, immediately, erect and Danny turned around.  "Did I do
that," he said pointed at Brandon's flagpole.  "Seeing I caused it," he
continued, "maybe I should help you get rid of it."  He reached for
Brandon's 6" cut member and Brandon snapped at him.  "No."  Danny was
momentarily frightened that he had made a serious error in judgment, having
assumed the rumors to be true and concluding that Brandon was gay.

"Not with your hand," Brandon bit off the words, then, he softened.  "Let
me get you hard, first, and then we can rub together, almost like we're
fucking."  Danny let the air escape from his lungs, as he had been holding
his breath since he began to think he had made a mistake.  Brandon reached
out and stroked Danny's cock until it was as hard as his own.  During this
time, Danny remembered my warning and spoke to Brandon.

"Brand, if we do this, you've got to promise me you'll never tell anyone
else.  I promise I won't say anything to anybody else, either.  I don't
want more rumors flying around about you and I certainly don't want them
spreading around about me."

Brandon looked embarrassed by this statement but he still responded.
"Don't worry, Danny.  I won't tell anyone."  There was a slight pause.  "Is
that why you were so quick to try to grab my stiffie, because you thought I
was queer?"

"No, Brandon.  I don't think that way.  I like you.  You're a good friend.
I'm not even sure the stories about you are true.  You may not be any more
gay than my dad (little did he know).  I just thought we were friends and
we could have some fun."

Brandon's face brightened after that comment.  "Yeah, we're just friends
having a little fun."

Danny thought a while before he asked his next question.  "Are you gay,
Brandon?  I mean.well.it won't make any difference if you are.  I won't
like you any less or change how I act toward you.  I just want to know."

Brandon decided to be brave and truthful with Danny because he liked him
more than anyone else.  "I hope I can believe what you said to me."  He
paused.  "Yes, I am."

Danny could see the worry on Brandon's face so he tried to reassure him.
"That's OK.  I think I am, too.  I've felt like I've been attracted to
other boys for quite some time, now.  I've only told my dad, though, and no
one else knows about it."

"You told your dad?"  Brandon was incredulous.

"Yeah.  My real dad found out and kicked me out of the house.  My dad, Mr.
Currie, knew about it when I went there and he was really cool about it.
He just told me that I'd have to be extra careful if I did anything with
someone else.  He's just worried that I'd get hurt if any of the other kids
found out about my being gay."  There was another gap in the conversation.
"You know, if you ever wanted to talk to anybody about any of this, I'm
sure my dad would be willing to help and he wouldn't make you feel
uncomfortable.  He's a great guy and I know that he'd help you like he's
helped me."

"I'll think about it but we better get started if we want to do this.  You
know that your brother and Jay are going to want to get back at us, for
what we said to them earlier."  Danny agreed and they stroked each other
back to an erect state.  They had both gone slightly limp during this last
discussion.  Once they were both hard, Brandon pulled Danny into his body.
He made sure that their love muscles were rubbing against each other and he
started to thrust his hips, up and down, so their embracing bodies were
performing the act of masturbation.  Danny caught on and started matching
Brandon's movements.  Both boys were enjoying the feeling of their penises
being rubbed by the other boy's cock and abdomen.  This friction caused a
wave of sensations to ripple through their adolescent frames.  They
continued to thrust against each other, as if in some ritualistic mating
dance, and they were both moaning and holding each other up.

They continued to push harder and faster, sending bolts of electricity in
both directions, some toward their head and shoulders and some towards
their legs and feet, and they felt the crescendo building.  Their nut sacs
were drawing up toward their bodies and their sausages were expanding with
the increasing flow of blood into their organs, as they humped against each
other.  They arched their bodies in opposite directions, yelping
unintelligible words to one another, and their dick's exploded in pure
delight.  Shot after shot of hot boy jism splashed between the two bodies
and they were soon coated in a white slime that served as a sealant as they
came together.  Danny threw his hands up behind Brandon's head, drawing him
forward into a passionate kiss, his tongue forcing its way into Brandon's
shocked mouth.  Brandon relaxed and let his lips part slightly, as the two
tongues slid against each other, sampling the taste of their counterpart.
Brandon let Danny go first and Danny eagerly explored the lining of his
friend's mouth.  Brandon suckled on Danny's tongue for a minute and, then,
they let their tongues swap places.  Now, Brandon's tongue was exploring
Danny's oral cavern, moving around his sensitive lining and over his teeth.
Eventually, breaking the embrace, they realized that it was time to leave
their steamy love nest.

"Thanks, Brandon, that was awesome.  I'm glad that you suggested this.
I've never done it like that before."

"No, thank you, Danny, for being such a good friend and for not caring what
people were saying about me.  Not many people will be my friend because of
the gossip, even if they were gay themselves.  They act like I have a
contagious disease or something."

"Don't let it bother you any more.  You're a great guy and I'm not going to
let anyone give either of us any shit.  We'd better rinse this stuff off,
dry ourselves and get out with the others before they start knocking on the
door."

"Yes but thanks, again."

Both boys dried off and left the bathroom.  They were prepared for the
other boys' comments and they weren't disappointed.  "Man, you guys thought
we took a long time," Ricky began, the moment the door opened.  "You two
were in their much longer than we were."

"Yeah," chimed in Jay, "much longer that we were."

"You were right," Brandon shot back, "the hot water did feel real good.

"Besides," added Danny, "we've got more to wash.  Especially in certain
areas."  With that, both towels fell to the floor, to emphasize their
point, and the older pair went in search of their underwear.  After that
night, there was no modesty between the foursome.  They undressed and
paraded around nude, without exhibiting a care in the world, not even
worrying if I was about.  During the entire vacation, I was treated to a
never-ending display of the gorgeous, youthful male form.  It was a feast
for the eyes far surpassing anything a museum curator could have organized.
We might have to take more vacations, after this.

Now that everyone was clean and dried, I shooed them off to bed.  Of
course, being exhausted from the drive, I hopped in, as well.  My little
blond haired monster, spooned his body against mine the entire evening.  It
was far and away the best night's sleep that I have enjoyed since my wife
died.  I wonder if that little shit knew what he was doing to me?  I have a
feeling that he knew all too well."

I received my requested wake up call, from the front desk, on schedule, and
I headed for the bathroom.  I took a brief shower, dressed quickly and woke
the boys so we could go eat and be on our way.  After we finished our
breakfast, our first stop was the White House.  The boys walked around the
building in awe, not only by its size and splendor, but by the history of
it, as well.  They were all talking excitedly to me, as we were leaving the
building, when Jay stumbled and nearly plummeted down the exterior
stairway.  Fortunately, he was near me at the time.  When I saw him start
to fall, I instinctively reached out and grabbed hold of him, keeping him
from sustaining a serious injury.  I considered making him hold my hand,
for safety sake, throughout the remainder of our vacation.

We stopped for lunch before moving on to tour the Capital Building.  It was
another impressive structure and I was able to inform the boys about a lot
of famous Americans, as we encountered their busts in Statuary Hall.  Next,
we went to Ford's Theater and saw the building in which President Lincoln
had been assassinated.  From there, we went to dinner and, then, we
returned to our motel room.

This time, I didn't happen to learn what went on in the showers but I can,
probably safely, assume that it was similar to the previous night.  All I
know is that, for some reason, all four boys spent the entire evening
naked, after their showers.  They spent a couple of hours watching TV, like
that, and they even slept in the buff.  It took every ounce of will power
that I possessed to control myself in bed that evening, with Ricky's little
dick continually slapping against me as he tossed around on the mattress.

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