Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 09:48:33 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - book 8, chapter 5

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sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse.

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 8-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 5 - Back in the fold.                     February 2004

I started the engine and pulled out of the rest area.  We'd have to go to
the next exit before I could turn our vehicle around and begin heading
home, so I quickly got the van up to the speed limit and moved out of the
acceleration lane. I looked in the rearview mirror quickly, to see how
Kevin and Vinnie were doing, and I could tell there wasn't going to be any
quick easy fix to their problems.

"Vinnie, I can't tell you how sorry I am that I did that and ruined your
plans," Kevin began.  "I picked up the roses and the bracelet after I
chased you, and they were both lovely."  Vinnie just studied Kevin's face
for a few seconds, before he responded.

"Why did you do that?  Why would you have sex with someone else?"  His hurt
was still obvious in both his voice and his expression.  It stabbed through
Kevin like a knife.

"Because I'm a fucking idiot," Kevin admitted, like that should answer
Vinnie's question.  "I met this guy who was willing to have sex with me and
I was horny, so I gave in to my sexual needs.  But that's just it, it was
only sex...I didn't and don't love him.  I only love you, and I promise I
won't do anything like that ever again."  Kevin's eyes were pleading with
Vinnie now, hoping for the best - hoping that Vinnie would forgive him and
give him another chance to prove his love.

"That's the problem," Vinnie eventually responded, "I love you too.  It's
just that I'm not sure I trust you any more."  Kevin looked crestfallen,
almost as if Vinnie had just ripped his heart from his chest.  "How many
other times have you been with someone else since we've been together."

"Only this one time, I swear!" Kevin exclaimed, hoping words could convince
Vinnie of his sincerity.

"You've done this only once," Vinnie began, sounding as if he doubted
Kevin's words, "and I just happen to catch you?  That's pretty
extraordinary odds."  Kevin knew he was in deep shit with his lover and he
had no idea how he could convince him he was being honest now.

"Yes, it is, but it's also the truth.  Since you and I have been together,
I haven't wanted anyone else, but I couldn't stand the thought of being
alone on Valentine's Day.  Yes, I was with another guy, but I pretended it
was you."  Vinnie wasn't sure how truthful this statement was, but it did
lessen the sting of being cheated on, if only slightly, if Kevin actually
was pretending they were the ones having sex together.

"Why didn't you come home or call and ask me to come here then?" Vinnie
shot back, trying to clarify what might have happened.

"Because I thought I could control myself, and I did, until Friday.  This
guy and I went out to grab a bite to eat and I started telling him how I
missed you and how on Valentine's Day the family always makes special plans
for us, so we can enjoy ourselves and not be targets.  He thought that was
awesome and I started telling him all about you.  The more I told him, the
more I missed you and the more aroused I was becoming.  When we got up to
leave, he quickly spotted the bulge in my jeans and suggested he could help
me take care of my problem.  He said even though he wasn't you, maybe I
could pretend he was, and that would help me feel better.  I know, I know.
I was dumb and taken in by him, but at the time, it made perfect sense to
me."  Kevin was beginning to sob now, but Vinnie made no attempt to comfort
him.

"Vinnie, you have to believe me.  It was just a moment of weakness on my
part, and I would never have even considered it, if I knew it would end up
costing me you and your love.  I do love you; Vinnie, and I feel so bad
that I hurt you like that.  I swear to you, that if you'll give me another
chance, I'll never do anything like that ever again.  Please say you'll
forgive me.  Please!"  Kevin was begging now, and he had grabbed Vinnie's
hands and was holding them between his own, as his eyes and face pleaded
for forgiveness.

It wasn't that Vinnie was unmoved, because he could tell Kevin was hurting
nearly as much as he was about this mess, but the picture of Kevin and that
other boy kept popping up in his mind.  How could he say yes and forgive
Kevin, while he could still see him and this other boy together?  Vinnie
continued to struggle with this dilemma.

Seeing Vinnie had not answered him, Kevin tried a new approach.  While
Vinnie was deep in thought, Kevin reached up and began stroking Vinnie's
hair and face, and then he bent forward and placed a soft, light, sweet
kiss on Vinnie's lips.  Vinnie started to pull back, but then he stopped,
knowing he wanted this as much as Kevin did.  Although he didn't pull away,
Vinnie didn't respond or participate either, showing he was still a little
undecided as to what he should do.  Kevin sensed this and pulled back,
looking Vinnie in the eyes.

"I don't know how I can convince you that you're still my only love, but I
will keep trying.  Maybe I don't deserve it, but I hope you'll find it in
your heart to give me a second-chance.  If you do, I promise you won't be
sorry."  He continued to hold Vinnie's hands, massaging them unconsciously
as he waited for some kind of answer.

"Okay.  I'm not perfect either and I know people make mistakes, but if you
ever do anything like this ever again, I'll cut off your last ball first
and then we'll be finished for good."

I think Vinnie's threat shocked Kevin, but he was relieved that Vinnie had
finally told him he'd forgive him.  In his excitement, Kevin almost leapt
on top of Vinnie, but his seatbelt prevented that from happening.  I did
watch as they shared their first kiss of reconciliation, a very tender and
passionate affair, during which they reaffirmed their love for each other.
I was relieved when I saw this happen, knowing this meant things would
probably get back to normal between them, although I was sure there were
probably still a few potholes in the road ahead of them.

I think they would have had sex right there in the van, if I hadn't been
there with them, but suddenly they were both in a hurry to get back home,
constantly urging me to go faster.  After explaining my first priority was
to get us all home safely, they eased up their whining, but not their
sexual mauling of each other.  Even though they kept their clothes on,
their hands were all over each other, stroking those familiar and sensitive
areas.  I was surprised neither of them blew their load in the van, being
stimulated in that fashion, but by the time we arrived at the house and
began to go inside, they were walking very funny.  It was obvious they both
had erections and were in a hurry to get to their room, but their brothers
came out to greet them, asking a multitude of questions, which interfered
with their unspoken plans.

While everyone else was paying attention to Vinnie and Kevin, Andrew pulled
me aside, to share some news of his own.  "Dad, I've been talking to Barry,
and his father wants to call you, so he can ask you something."

I was slightly confused, as I couldn't place who Barry was.  "Andrew, I'm
not sure what you're talking about," I told him.  "Is Barry one of your
school friends?"

Andrew looked exasperated and rolled his eyes, but he soon set me straight.
"No, Dad.  He's the boy from our vacation.  Remember, his family stayed on
the same island with us during that storm."  Now it all began to come back
to me.

"Oh, yes, and you and he have been chatting online, right?"

"Yes, dad, and he told me his dad wants to talk to you about something.
I've told him it wasn't a good time right now, because you had some family
problems to deal with, but I didn't tell him Vinnie disappeared or ran
away."  I knew he did this to keep them from thinking badly about us and I
guess that was a wise precaution.

"Well, if you talk to Barry again, tell him his father may call me or I
will call him, whichever he wants."  Andrew looked pleased with my
response.

"Great!  I'll go sign on and see if Barry is on now.  If he is, I'll have
him tell his father."  As he ran off, I turned back to see what everyone
was up to.

I soon discovered that Vinnie and Kevin had been politely answering their
brothers' many queries and Vinnie had graciously accepted their sincerest
welcome home.  However, both boys were getting tired of the interrogation,
so when I stepped up and drew away some of the attention from them, they
slipped away, so they could continue their process of making up.  The pair
went to their room, finally able to get some quiet time alone.  Now, they
began to kiss and make out in earnest, as they longed to reacquaint
themselves with each other's most private parts.  Slowly and lovingly they
undressed each other, removing each article of clothing and then paying
attention to the area they had exposed by its removal.  By the time they
got to each other's boxers, they were both so aroused that there was a
chance they might both explode at any second.  Sensing this, they backed
off a bit, to give their bodies a chance to calm down.

Once they felt it was safe to proceed, Kevin was the first to let his
partner know how things were going to go.  Hopping on the bed, he got on
his back and pulled his legs to his chest, indicating to Vinnie that he was
offering him the ultimate prize.  Vinnie didn't need any further
invitation, but seeing it had been a while since they had done anything, he
knew he should loosen Kevin up first.  Grabbing the lube from their
dresser, he greased up his fingers and began stretching Kevin out, getting
him ready for what was to come.  Once he thought his partner was ready,
Vinnie slipped on a condom, lubed it up, got into position and began to
slide his penis into Kevin's waiting hole.

He entered it, like a hot knife sliding through butter, and once he was
totally in, he began to pump in and out, giving both him and his partner
pleasure.  The pair was kissing frantically, but passionately, as Vinnie
made love to his partner, and both boys prayed this meant that nothing
would ever come between them again.  Their love-making session didn't last
as long as they wished, however, as both boys had been so worked up
beforehand and had been anticipating this moment during their whole trip
back home, that soon it was over.  Vinnie shot his load first, which caused
Kevin's penis to jerk and twitch, before it too spewed its hot cream all
over his body.  The boys continued to kiss and be affectionate with each
other, cuddling and cooing, but eventually they cleaned up and came out to
rejoin the rest of us.  It was obvious how happy they both were, now that
they had put that incident behind them, at least for now.

While the boys were in their room making up, Andrew rushed back to find me.
"Dad, Barry's dad is going to call you soon, so be ready," he advised me.
No sooner had the words escaped his lips than the phone rang, so I went to
answer.

"Hello."

"Hello, may I speak with Josh Currie please?" the voice on the other end
said.

"This is he," I replied.

"Josh, this is Farrell Flannery.  My family and I spent some time on an
island with you this past summer, waiting out a storm."

"Yes, Farrell, I do remember that.  What might I do for you?"  There was a
momentary hesitation on the other end of the line and I wondered if it had
something to do with the way I phrased my question.  I soon realized that
might have been the case, because of the way he eventually responded.

"Hopefully, it's something we might be able to do for you," he advised me.
"You know my son and your Andrew have kept in contact since that time."

"Yes, I've been aware of that," I confirmed.

"Well, Barry wants you to be in the St. Patrick's Day parade with us, here
in Chicago.  You see, the parent company I work for is headquartered in
Ireland and they always sponsor a huge float in the St. Patrick's Day
parade.  I was going to have Barry ask some of his friends from school to
dress as leprechauns on the float this year, but he seems to have his mind
made up that he'd rather see if your boys would prefer to do this with him
instead.  I know this is short notice, but I've been trying to get a hold
of you for weeks now, but Andrew said you were consumed with other
business.  What do you say?  We'll even put you up here too.  If you could
come early, that would be great, and then the boys could spend some time
together."

"It does sound interesting," I told him, "as my boys haven't done anything
like that before, and I do love a good St. Patrick's Day parade, but it
depends on when it will be held."

"It will be a week from this coming Saturday, on the thirteenth," he
informed me.  "I'll understand if you can't do it this year, because of the
short notice, but if not, I want you to promise me you'll reserve next
year's date to attend."  I looked at my calendar quickly, to see if I had
anything scheduled on my calendar for that date, which would prevent us
from attending.

"It just happens that we have a four-day weekend then.  The boys have
Friday off because of parent conferences and Monday they don't have
classes, because it's a teacher workday."

"Will that take you away from talking to your boys' teachers?" he wanted to
know.  I guess he didn't understand my situation here.

"No, it won't.  I guess you're not aware of it, but I'm the superintendent
of schools here, so I can talk to my boys' teachers at any time.  That will
not be a problem for us."  There was a short pause before he said anything
more.

"I guess that's good," he responded, somewhat confused or possibly
overwhelmed by my revelation.  "Then you'll join us?" he added.

"That depends," I shot back quickly.  "Are there any age or size
limitations on these leprechauns?"  He chuckled.

"We have a very liberal policy concerning the leprechauns," he stated.  "I
even dressed up as one a few years ago."  He laughed again.

"Well, I do have six boys at home, from my eighth grade Andrew to a couple
of high school seniors, so if that's all right?"

"That would be fine.  We have a large collection of costumes they can try
on, in an assortment of sizes," he assured me.  "We try to have ten to
twelve leprechauns on the float, so I'll have Barry ask a few of his
friends too, to make up the difference, unless you and the other father we
met would like to fill in?"

"Oh, no thank you," I declined, thinking of Jake and myself dressed as
leprechauns.  "I'll check with my boys, to make sure they want to do this,
and then I'll call you back and give you our answer."  I put my hand over
the mouthpiece, so I could ask Andrew a question.  "You do have Barry's
phone number, right?"  He nodded that he did.

"Do you have my number?" Farrell asked, almost at the same time

"Yes, I do," I informed him.

"Great.  Tell the boys they'll be throwing candy and a few other trinkets
to the children along the parade route.  I think they'll enjoy that."  We
discussed a few other items, before I thanked him for his call and then
hung up.  Once I was off the phone, I sent Andrew to round up the boys, so
I could see if they were interested in being in the parade.

After explaining the situation to them, they all seemed anxious to
participate.  First of all, this was a major parade, at least as far as my
boys were concerned, and they liked the idea of tossing things to other
kids along the way.  After getting their approval, I told them we could
leave on Thursday afternoon, after classes had ended, and that way we could
check out some of Chicago too.  The boys liked that idea as well, so I
called Farrell back to inform him of our decision.

"Hello," I heard a female voice answer.

"Hello, this is Josh Currie.  May I please speak with Farrell?"

"Certainly," came the response, and then there was a slight delay, until
Farrell got to the phone.

"Josh, thank you for getting back to me so promptly," he told me.  "What
did you and your boys decide?  Will you do this with us?"

"The boys would like to participate on your float.  We were thinking of
leaving on Thursday, the eleventh, once the boys get out of school.  We'll
drive partway there and get a room Thursday night, and then we'll come and
meet up with you on Friday."

"That would work out nicely," he seemed to hum in response.  "Is there
anything I can do for you to help out?"

"Yes, there is," I informed him.  "Would you please do me the favor of
making reservations at a hotel for Friday and Saturday nights for us?  Two
rooms with two double, queen or king-size beds in each will work nicely."

"Josh, if your boys don't mind roughing it a bit, you could all stay with
us," he offered.

"That's very kind of you, but I'm not sure your house could survive that
many guests," I added, "especially my boys."  I didn't want him to think
they were ruffians or anything, but he had already seen them in semi-action
on the camping trip.

"But my family would be more than happy to accommodate yours," he
reiterated, trying to convince me of his sincerity.

"You'd have to have a pretty big place to do that," I responded.  "We can
fit in two double-rooms in a hotel, but we'd need four rooms at your house,
or a large room where we could camp out on the floor."  I heard a sudden
intake of air on the other end.

"We'd never make you sleep on the floor," he stated, shocked and
apologetic, "but if you'd prefer hotel rooms, I'll have the company cover
the bill for them."

"You don't need to do that," I quickly countered.  "We can pay our own
way."

"Nonsense," was his comeback.  "I'll have the company cover the rooms for
both evenings, my family will take you out to dinner both nights."

"Tell you what," I told him.  "You may cover one night at the hotel and
take us out one night to dinner, but I will pay for the second night and
you will allow us to take you out to dinner one night too, or we may have
to reconsider this."  I heard him clear his throat slightly, before he
responded.

"Josh, you are a tough man to deal with, but I'll go along with your
proposal, if you agree to let my family show you around Chicago a little
too.  Have you and your boys ever visited our fine city before?"

"Not that I remember," I replied, having difficulty remembering what areas
I'd visited and when, whether it was pre-second family or after.

"Great, then it's set.  You'll be able to head back on Sunday, if you wish.
That way you'll have Monday to rest up, before you return back to work or
school."

"That sounds like a plan, Farrell.  I'll tell the boys and we'll see you
Friday."

"Great, Josh, and this will make Barry very happy."  We ended our
conversation and I told Andrew our plans, although he had heard most of it
already, as he stood beside me during the entire time.  Soon he was off to
fill in the others.

Realizing it was getting late and I didn't feel like making another long
drive to take Kevin back to his campus, I told him he could stay another
day and I'd leave work a little early tomorrow, to take him back.  Both
boys were thrilled by this news, because they quickly understood they had
the whole night to be intimate, but I soon dampened that joy a little.

"Vinnie, you still have to go to school tomorrow, even though Kevin will be
here at home.  You've already missed two weeks of school and you'll have a
great deal of work to catch up on, and I'll probably have to call in a few
favors from some of your teachers to get them to allow that.  You're going
to be very busy over the next month or so, but you will have a little more
time to spend with each other.  The thing is, I want you to promise me
you'll get to sleep by 11:00, because you'll need your rest before going
back to school tomorrow."

"Pop, can't I just stay home one more day?" he protested.  "I mean, after
two weeks, what's another day?"  I think he thought that argument would
convince me, but he soon discovered he was wrong.

"I guess if you looked at it that way, you might be right, but I don't see
it like that.  What I see is you've already had two weeks of unauthorized
absence from school, and I don't want to make that any worse.  I've been
understanding so far, up to a point, but now you're just going to have to
go along with my demands."  I stood postured before him, and I'm sure he
could see the resolve in my eyes, so he quickly backed down.

"Okay, if I have to," he whined.

"You do," I advised him.  After he settled down a bit, I thought of
something else.  "Oh, by the way, while you were gone, you got a letter."
I went and retrieved it and handed it to him.  He looked at the return
address on the envelope.

"It's from Villanova," he screamed, excitedly, frantically ripping it open.
He read it while Kevin and I looked on.  After a few seconds, he let us
know what it was about.  "I've been accepted.  I've been accepted," he
shouted joyously.

"Great!" Kevin told him.  "Congratulations."  Vinnie was bouncing around on
his crutches, looking at Kevin confused.

"Don't you understand what this means?" Vinnie asked Kevin.

"Yeah, it means you got into the college you wanted to," Kevin responded,
not knowing what else to say.

"It means more than that," Vinnie commented.  "It means I'll be in
Philadelphia too, so we'll be able to see each other on weekends."  Once
that information sank in, Kevin started jumping around too.

"Hold on, you two.  Remember, your education still comes first.  I don't
want to hear that you're spending every weekend together and your grades
are slipping," I warned them.

"We know that," Vinnie conceded, "but this way, we can get together some of
the time, especially when one of us gets horny, so we aren't tempted to
look for other options."  Kevin looked a little embarrassed, as Vinnie made
that comment, because he knew Vinnie was directly referring to the
Valentine's Day fiasco.

"Vinnie, the two campuses aren't that close together," Kevin advised him.

"Aren't there buses or trains we could take back and forth?"

"Yes, I guess we could do that," Kevin replied, after thinking about it a
second or two.

"Well, then one time we could stay in your dorm room together, and the next
time in mine," Vinnie said, hopefully.

"But we'll both have roommates, and I'm not sure they'd be agreeable to us
having sex or being affectionate while they're around."  Vinnie looked as
if his whole world had just fallen apart again.  This seemed to bother
Kevin, as much as his previous indiscretion had, so I could see he was
trying to figure out a way around this problem.

"I guess we could do that on the weekends when our roommates were going
away," he added, looking at Vinnie for his reaction.

"Does that happen very often?" Vinnie wanted to know.

"I guess my roommate is away at least once a month," he responded.

"That's not a lot," Vinnie commented, somewhat dejected.

"Well, if your roommate does the same, that could give his two weekends a
month together," Kevin added.

"Yeah, if they don't both go home on the same weekend," Vinnie commented,
sarcastically.

"I guess I'd be willing to let you rent a motel room once in a while," I
interjected, hoping that would help them overcome their worries and give
them something to look forward to.

"You would?" Vinnie asked, surprised.

"Yes," I confirmed.  "I will let you do that during any month when you
can't find a way to get together more than one time.  The thing is, I'm
going to ask you to make it only twice a month, unless it's a holiday
weekend or you're staying there over a vacation.  Would you both agree to
that?"  They looked at each other, communicating silently between
themselves, and then Kevin responded for both of them.

"Okay.  We can do that," he stated confidently, before adding a postscript.
"But neither of you will have to worry about me doing anything stupid like
that again, no matter what."  Having said that, he moved over and gave
Vinnie a hug and then a very loving kiss.

"Good," I added, once their display of affection had ended.  "I hope that
puts this whole sordid episode behind us for good then."  They both nodded,
and then we went off to prepare for the next day.

Later that evening, after Kevin and Vinnie went to their room, Vinnie
returned the favor Kevin had done for him earlier.  Having gotten ready for
bed, Vinnie shed all his clothes, got into bed, and quickly informed Kevin
that he wanted Kevin to make love to him now.  Quickly aroused by the
thought, Kevin eagerly complied and soon had Vinnie prepared for their next
lovemaking session.  As Kevin's pulsing rod entered Vinnie's love tunnel,
he whispered to him.  "I do love you," he advised Vinnie, "and I'm so sorry
for being weak.  You'll never have to worry about that ever happening
again, because I never want to risk losing you."

This brought a tear to Vinnie's eye and then they began to kiss and hug, as
Kevin began his pumping rhythm.  As he slid in and out of Vinnie's hot
hole, they were both sent to another level of euphoria.  The two boys were
one again and all was well with the world.

The next day, everyone got ready for school and then I dropped all the boys
off, before I made my way to my office.  That left Kevin home alone, but I
figured he'd use the time to get some extra rest, as he hadn't been
sleeping much, or very well, for the past couple of weeks.  As soon as I
got settled in, I called the high school and left messages for all of
Vinnie's teachers to phone me, so I could not only ask them to allow him to
make up his work, but also advise them that I didn't expect them to cut him
any extra favors just because he was my son.  In fact, I told them to make
sure he suffered a little for his lack of judgment, so he would have a
reminder before doing anything like that again.  They all agreed with my
conditions, so now it was up to Vinnie to catch up.

Around 2:00, I told my secretary I was leaving early for the day, so I
could drive Kevin back to Temple University.  I had nothing much on my
schedule, so it worked out well, and she said she'd cover for me.  I left,
went home, and picked up Kevin, and soon we were on our way to return him
to continue his studies.

It was a long trip, but both of us were more upbeat than before, so we had
a nice conversation along the way.  Kevin told me how glad he was that
Vinnie would be nearby the following school year.  "Dad, I'm so glad Vinnie
will be in Philly with me next year, but I promise that neither of us will
let our romance interfere with our schoolwork."

"I appreciate that and I'm grateful for your reassurance," I told him. "I
will hold you to that promise."  He merely nodded in response, but I could
see the wheels turning in his head now, so I knew something else was on his
mind.  Finally, he clued me in about what he was thinking.

"Dad, would you let me live in an apartment off campus next year, so there
won't be as many problems with Vinnie and me being able to get together?"
I thought for a second before responding.

"Not next year Kevin, but maybe the following year, when you're a senior,"
I advised him.

"But why not next year?" he wanted to know.

"Mainly because Vinnie will only be a freshman," I told him, "and if you
had your own place, I know he'd be after me to let him share it with you.
I won't do that yet.  However, if both of you keep your grades up and prove
to me that you won't let your relationship adversely affect your studies,
then I might let you get an apartment near Villanova next year, so you two
can stay together.  I'll even get you a car to drive back and forth from
the apartment to your campus, so you won't have to worry about the public
transportation schedules to get around."

"You'd do that for me?" he asked, amazed.

"Yes, but not next year." I confirmed.  "I hope you can live with that."
He smiled at me.

"I can," he agreed.

"I don't want you to tell Vinnie, though," I advised him.  "I want to make
sure he's motivated to do well on his own, not so he can live with you next
year and have unlimited access to sex."  He started to protest, but then he
thought better about it.

"Okay, but Vinnie will be really excited when he finally finds out," he
added.

"I know, but let's leave that for the summer between your junior and senior
years."  He nodded.

After reaching Philly, we stopped to eat first, before I dropped Kevin off
at his dorm.  As soon as he was settled again, I told him I had to go, as I
wanted to get home as early as I could.  Kevin thanked me for everything
and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  "Thanks for always being
there for me, Dad," he added, before releasing me.  I got in the car and
began to drive off, but as I pulled away, I could see him waving at me,
until I drove out of sight.

The ride back wasn't that bad, as I was pretty upbeat knowing all my boys
were safe and that our problems were behind us, for the time being.  I
arrived home before midnight and Jake was still waiting up for me, so I
filled him in briefly about the things Kevin and I discussed on the way
back.  He told me he thought my precautions were wise, about making them
wait another year to get an apartment, and then we headed to bed, together.

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