Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 16:33:24 EST
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 9

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The Castaway Hotel - by BW  (Young-Friends).                Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 9 - Our vacation (Part 2).
February 2000

The next morning we headed for the Smithsonian.  During the first half of
the day, we toured the National Museum of American History.  The boys were
intrigued with many of the displays and artifacts and, through our
discussion, they learned even more about the past.  After lunch, we moved
on to the National Museum of Natural History.  This is the building that
has exhibits and replicas of various species of animal life, including the
dinosaurs.  I told Jay to stay away from the skeletal displays and not
touch a thing, as I didn't want him to knock any of the reproductions
apart.  The other boys laughed and Jay gave me a dirty look.  I told him
that I was just joking and he smiled back at me but I took note that I had
hit upon a sore spot for my red haired friend.  Concentrating on the
exhibits before us, the boys were in awe of the size of these gigantic
creatures.  Even at their age, being dwarfed by the recreations of these
monsters, that once ruled the earth, was enough to make you feel like an
insignificant slug on the evolutionary ladder.

The boys waited until the last minute before we left the museum so we had a
late dinner.  They wanted to go Italian that evening so we all filled up on
pasta.  The dinner was quite good and there was plenty of it.  The crew
suggested that we stop for ice cream, afterward, which I wholeheartedly
agreed with.  After desert, we went to see the Jefferson Memorial, the
Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument.  We made the monument our
first stop and went to the top.  My travel companions were blown away by
the breathtaking view.  Even from this vantage point, they identified all
of the places we had been to earlier and they had an enjoyable time.

We returned to the motel and began our preparations for the next day.  I
made sure that Brandon and Jay called home, to let their parents know they
were all right, and they excitedly recounted their travels up to this
point.  When they hung up, they were beaming, having been told that their
parents were envious of their adventures.  The younger pair hit the shower
first, as no one, but me, was showering alone any more.  The other duo went
to the sofa and started cruising the television channels.
  They found a baseball game on and agreed to watch that.  In the other
room, things were heating up besides the water.

"Jay, do you want to try something new tonight?"

"Like what, Ricky?"

"How about a blowjob?"

"You mean sucking on each other's dick?"

"Yeah, that's what a blowjob is."

"Well, I've heard about them but I don't know how to do it.  I might mess
up."

"No you won't.  I'll do it to you first and then you can do it the same way
to me."

"You mean that you've done this before?"

"Yeah, with Danny.  We wanted to know what it was like and it feels really
good."

"Does it taste bad?"

"No.  The wiener doesn't have hardly any taste at all and the spunk is just
a little salty."

Jay thought for a minute.  "OK.  If that's all it tastes like, I'll try
it."

Ricky didn't waste any time.  He knelt down in front of his friend and
grabbed his flaccid member.  He started by playing with the foreskin,
pulling on it, squeezing it and sliding it back and forth over the head.
When he exposed the head, he noticed some white stuff under the lip of the
helmet.  "Eeeeewwwwww.  What's that stuff?"

"My dad calls it smegma.  It's fluid that collects under the foreskin and
it builds up there.  Dad tells me to make sure I wash it out when I clean
up.  I haven't had a chance to do it yet, seeing we just got in here, but I
was going to when we started taking our shower.  Just let the shower run on
it for a minute and it will go down the drain."

Ricky did, just that, turning the penis around in his fingers to get all
sides, and then he started to lick on the exposed head.  Jay twitched and
let out a moan, as Ricky's tongue came into contact with his sensitive
glans, and he moaned again as Ricky's tongue flicked at the little slit in
the middle.  The blonde's tongue swirled all around Jay's engorged shaft
and he licked it all over before he opened his mouth and let his lips slide
down its outer surface.  Now, he began to pull his head back and forth,
letting his lips and tongue provide pleasure to his friend's organ.  He ran
his other hand between Jay's leg and under his scrotum.  While he continued
to pump on the redhead's cock, his fingers toyed with the other's balls and
fleshy sac.  Jay was wild with excitement, as he enjoyed all the sensations
that were coursing through his body.  He began to thrust his hips back and
forth, to match the motion of Ricky's head.  It wasn't a conscious act.
His body seemed to move on its own as if it had done this before.

Ricky tried to increase his suction, as Jay's light pole slid in and out of
his mouth.  He could tell by his friend's actions and from the noises he
was making that he was enjoying this new activity.  "Oh, oh, this is great,
Ricky.  It feels sooooo goooooooood.  Oh, yes, suck on it.  I'm almost
there.  I'm going to shot.  Yes, yes, I'm gooooooooing to
shooooooooooooot."  Jay juices had reached the boiling point and the
building pressure soon caused his semen to flood out of his shaft and into
Ricky's mouth.  Ricky slurped up the boy juices and swallowed it as quickly
as he could.  Ricky sucked and sucked until Jay's tube was completely
drained and, then, Jay collapsed on top of him.

"I'm sorry, Ricky.  I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine.  Things like that happened, sometimes, after you shoot a big
load."

"Thanks for being so understanding and thanks for the great blowjob.  It
was fantastic.  I've never felt anything that good before.  Get up and I'll
do you.  Be sure to tell me if I do anything wrong."

"Just remember to keep your teeth back and not let them scrape on my
wiener.
  If you remember about your teeth, then, you'll do fine."

Jay noted the advice and reached out for Ricky's penis.  He grabbed it with
one hand and, cautiously, stuck his tongue out to touch the exposed head.
He let it stay on that one spot, trying to determine what kind of taste it
had.  Finding almost none, he became more aggressive and let his tongue
move to other areas.  Concluding that it was not unpleasant, he started to
lick up and down Ricky's pulsing hard-on.  He treated it like a Popsicle
and licked all sides before taking the entire shaft into his mouth.  He let
his head move down the pole, until he head touched Ricky's crotch, before
he pulled it back up.  He repeated these motions over and over, sending
bolts of ecstasy racing throughout the blonde's young torso.

"That's it Jay.  Yeah, just like that.  Umm, umm, you're doing really well.
Keep going.  Do it a little harder.  Yeah, that's it.  Work it.  I'm going
to cum.  Get ready.  Here it comes.  Uuunnngggggghhhhhhh."

Ricky unleashed his hot load into Jay's waiting orifice.  Jay gagged,
slightly, before he overcame the reflex and began to swallow the fluids.
He lapped up each drop until there was nothing left.  He stood up to face
Ricky, who was leaning back against the shower wall.

"That was kind of fun," Jay said breaking the silence.  "You were right.
Your dick didn't have much of a taste and your jizz was a little salty but
none of it tasted bad."

"See, I told you.  That was great.  Thanks, Jay.  We better get out of
here, though, before Danny and Brandon get suspicious."  The boys hopped
out of the shower, turned off the water and dried their bodies off.  They
walked out of the bath, towels in hand, but nothing was said.  The older
two had decided not to say anything since they would probably be doing
something of their own.  Danny and Brandon merely stood up and went into
shower, leaving behind two confused young lads.  The older team was,
however, happy to repeat the previous night performance and they humped
their bodies against each other until they fired their loads.  Exhausted
from a long day of walking and their most recent exercise, they cleaned up,
dried off and returned with the others.

Everyone slept very soundly that night.  They had all thanked me for the
day, telling me that they had a very good time, and, then, they fell into a
deep slumber.  Ricky must have been totally spent, as he didn't move the
entire night.  I cuddled against him, my arm draped over his chest and I
found myself in that same position when my 6:30 wake up call came from the
front desk.  I showered and, then, woke the boys and soon we were headed to
a restaurant for breakfast.

That day, we went back to the Smithsonian, this time to visit the National
Air and Space Museum.  We saw everything from the Wright Brother's plane,
to Lindberg's 'The Spirit of St.  Louis' and displays from the US Space
Exploration program.  There were a great many questions generated by our
visit and we had some extremely interesting discussions about man's quest
for flight.  We talked about everything from the Greek myth of Icarus (who
supposedly flew to close to the sun), to hot air balloons, early airplanes
and, finally, to the space program.  We, also, hypothesized about what the
future might hold.  I was very impressed with the knowledge and interest
level of all four young men.

>From there, we went to see the National Cathedral and, then, we took a bus
tour of the city, getting a feel for the entire area.  They were most
intrigued with the old town of Alexandria and the historic buildings that
were still there.  Once the tour ended, we ate a late dinner and returned
to our motel.  The boys had tried, all afternoon, to get me to tell them
what was planned for the next day.  Of course, I wouldn't give in and this
drove them crazy.  Even though they were having a good time and our
itinerary didn't actually matter, their curiosity was getting the best of
them.  They just couldn't deal with not knowing, in advance, what was going
to happen next.

This evening, the dynamic duo went to shower and decided to just give each
other a quick wank.  They were both tired and they didn't have the strength
for much more.  We they emerged from the bathroom, they put on new
underwear and jumped into bed.  They were both sound asleep before the
other two had finished.

Salt and Pepper went next.  That's how we had been referring to Danny and
Brandon because of their appearance.  With Brandon's blond, almost white,
hair contrasted to Danny's dark brown crop, they reminded us of the two
shakers that were on our dinner table each evening.  Brandon, again, took
the lead as they entered the shower.

"Danny, what would you think of giving each other a blowjob?"

"Is that what you want to do?"

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind."

"No, I don't mind.  That would be fine with me.  Which way do you want to
do, first?"

Brandon thought for a minute.  Would you mind doing me first?"

"No.  It doesn't make any difference to me."  Danny bet down and grasped
Brandon's limp dick.  He kissed the exposed tip and Brandon's prick began
to stiffen.  He stuck his tongue into the sensitive inverted 'v' on the
underside of the pole, causing pleasurable feelings to course through his
frame.  He followed this up by attacking the tiny slit on the tip that was
beginning to open and close with the beating of his heart.  Brandon began
to whimper, as the sensations caused an overload in his neural system.

"Oh, yeah, Danny.  That's hot.  Oh, lick my cock all over.  Wash my hard-on
with you tongue.  Mmmm, oh, yes, that's good.  Ahhh, ahhhhh, oh yes."

Danny had been tonguing Brandon's sausage during this time, and, now, he
went lower and let one of Brandon's testicles slip into his moist opening.
He sucked on the walnut sized orb and let his mouth muscle roam its nearly
hairless covering.  Next, he let his mouth slide over the purplish head and
he began to suckle on his friend's potential baby maker.  "Oh, yeah, Danny.
Suck it for me.  Yeah, yeah, that's it.  Unghhhhhhhh."

Danny's head was bobbing faster and faster, keeping his lips locked on the
smooth skin and his tongue playing along behind them.  Brandon was really
squirming from the tingling vibes that were rippling thru him and Danny
placed his hands on the blonde's hips, to keep him from falling over.  He
was using his mouth to pump his friend's boy meat, as quickly as he could,
and Brandon was nearly ready to release his well-earned reward.  "Oh, god.
Oh, god.  I'm cuming.  Yes, yes, I'm cuuuuuuuuumiiiiiiiing."  Brandon's
rifle fired five shots into Danny's throat and Danny gobbled up his prize
like a starving piglet.  After sucking the final drop from his buddy's
wilting tube, he let the love muscle fall harmlessly from his lips,
dropping toward the tub.  He stood up, maintaining his grip on Brandon, to
see how his buddy was doing.  Danny was afraid that, if he released him,
his partner would fall into the tub.  They stayed that way until Brandon
returned from his orgasmic high.

"Oh, Danny.  That was just super.  It was so great, thank you, thank you."
Danny just smiled, waiting for his turn to climax.  After a few more
minutes, Brandon returned the favor.  Danny was semi-erect when Brandon
started, still somewhat aroused from pleasing his pal.  Brandon's tongue
darted out like a snake trying to smell the air for danger, tasting and
teasing this special area of his friend.  He worked his tongue, like an
overly friendly puppy, sending Danny to new levels of enjoyment.  When
Brandon, eventually, eased his mouth over Danny's throbbing mast, Danny
wasn't far from bursting forth with his creamy gift.

"Brandon, I'm.I'm.gonna.shoooooooot.  Here.it.it.comes.  Awwww, awwww,
Arghmpf."  Danny's milky product filled Brandon's gullet but Brandon
swallowed quickly so he wouldn't lose even a fraction of an ounce.  After
releasing Danny's cock from his cum coated lips, he stood next to his
buddy, who was leaning against the tiled shower wall.  He smiled
expectantly at Danny, waiting to see his reaction to how he had done.

"That was marvelous, simply marvelous," Danny began as soon as he was able
to speak.  "I take it that you've done that before?"

"A couple of times, at scout camp.  Did you really like it?"'  Brandon
appeared to be very insecure and longing, desperately, to ensure that he
had pleased his best bud.

"Yes, Brandon.  It was excellent, really great.  I don't think anyone could
do any better."  Danny had realized the other boy's need for reassurance.
"Thanks.  You're the best."

The pair exited the shower and returned to the room.  They had dried
themselves and I watched them emerge from their clean up, having left their
towels behind.  They went straight for their bed and they, too, were soon
receiving a visit from the 'Sandman'.  I stayed awake for another half an
hour, watching the end of an investigative news story, before I joined them
in oblivion.  The night passed quickly by the time the phone rang,
signaling the dawning of another new day.

That morning, we went to the National Zoo and followed it with a trip to
Arlington National Cemetery.  The boys were like the metal balls, in a
pinball machine, at the zoo, running from one area to the other, checking
out all the animals that were on display.  Jay ended up tackling a metal
trash barrel, without intending to, and he had everyone in hysterics,
including a few passers by.  Jay was extremely embarrassed by his
clumsiness and it took me nearly twenty minutes to calm him down and make
him feel better.  Ricky tried to convince him that it could have happened
to any of them but Jay was well aware that he was a bigger klutz than the
others.  After our talk, he started to enjoy himself, once more, but his
movements slowed down from that point forward.

After a late lunch, we went to Arlington and toured the cemetery.  I made
sure that the fellows got to see President Kennedy's resting place (with
the eternal flame) and the tomb of the unknown soldiers.  I, also, made
sure we went to Arlington House and that they understood the history of
this place.  Arlington House had been the family home of Robert E. Lee's
wife.  He was the General who led the Confederate Army in the Civil War and
his wife was the granddaughter of George and Martha Washington.  During the
Civil War, bureaucrats confiscated the land surrounding the house, to bury
the large number of dead soldiers, rendering the house virtually
uninhabitable.  Lee had resided there for thirty years but it soon
reverted, entirely, to a national burial spot for veterans, presidents and
a select group of others.

Departing the cemetery, we went to a Chinese Buffet at Jay's suggestion.
The boys pigged out, eating anything that didn't move, and we went for ice
cream after they had finished.  We return to our motel for our final night
in the Washington DC area.  I had Brandon and Jay call home, again, getting
a great deal of satisfaction from listening to them recount their most
recent adventures to their parents.  I could hope for no greater reward
than to listen to the excitement in their voices and watch the glow on
their faces as they told of all the wonderful things they had discovered.
I wish that Danny and Ricky would have had the same opportunity but they
would have to be content with talking things over with me.  It just wasn't
the same for them, seeing they knew that I had witnessed everything they
had.

Once again, the pairs headed to the showers and, once again, they helped
relieve their partner's sexual tensions.  All four enjoyed the pleasures of
another round of oral sex before proceeding to parade around the room in
their birthday suits.  I was beginning to feel that I was the odd man out
at a nudist convention.  I'm not complaining, far from it, but a slightly
out of shape principal couldn't compare to the pure, angelic, unadulterated
beauty of these naked youths.  We went to bed after a few more hours and
Ricky wrapped himself tightly around me, like a drowning man clinging to a
life preserver.  I slipped my arm under his head and cuddled my little
darling until the phone rang in the morning.

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