Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2009 00:10:12 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening 15 - 16

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 15 -- Our Trip Begins.

**Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read
this.

Danny decided that he wanted to invite Brandon O'Hara on our little trip,
which wasn't much of a surprise.  Ricky wanted to ask Jay Curtis, the
redheaded boy who played first base on his baseball team -- the boy he had
slept next to the night of his birthday party.  I talked to both boys'
parents and they thanked us for our offer and agreed to let their sons go
with us.  They asked what the boys would need to bring with them and I
quickly gave them some ideas.  I informed them their sons should bring
their toothbrushes, a comb or brush, sneakers, a pair of sandals or thongs,
and enough clothes to last for three weeks, some for warm weather and some
for the cooler nights and miserable days.  Although I didn't request it,
and even tried to politely refuse their offers, both sets of parents
insisted on giving me money to help cover their son's expenses.  When I
realized they weren't going to take 'no' for an answer, I graciously
accepted, but I intended only to use their money to do even more for their
sons.

I planned this trip out on a daily basis, because I'm a fanatic about doing
as much as I can on vacations.  I was able to reserve some of the tickets
and a few of the hotel/motel rooms in advance; because I was concerned some
things might be sold out or booked up by the time we arrived.  I also made
sure there was a nice mix of educational and recreational activities along
the way, because I wanted the boys to remember this outing for a long time.
I thought it would be nice if they could learn as much as they could and
still have a good time.  All in all, it was going to be a very hectic
schedule, but it would also give us an opportunity to grow even closer as a
family.  In addition to that, it would afford the boys and me an
opportunity to get to know their friends even better, as well.  We were set
to leave on Sunday after church, July 26th, and we would stay at a motel
just outside of Washington DC to begin with.  That would allow us to get an
early start on our plans the next morning.

The O'Haras and Curtises dropped their sons off around 9:00 a.m. on Sunday,
since they were both joining us for services, and helped them stow their
luggage in the van.  There were the usual admonitions from the parents, as
they told their sons to behave, do everything I told them, be careful, stay
together and so on.  The boys nodded their understanding, while reassuring
their folks verbally that they would do everything they had been told.  It
was then that the kissing, hugging and tears began, mostly from the
mothers, but I saw both Brandon and Jay were slightly affected too.
Realizing we had to get going, I urged the boys into the van, informed the
parents that I would have their sons call home every few nights (to put
their mothers' minds at ease) and I reminded all of the adults we would
return the weekend of August 15th.  As we drove away, the parents were
waving, but the mothers were also weeping, and the boys were getting into
their vacation mode.

After what seemed to be an unusually long church service, we started out.
The boys were talking excitedly, trying to pump me for information about
what I had planned, and when I wouldn't divulge the information they wanted
to know, they tried to guess what I had in store for them.  You see, I love
surprises and I wanted as much of this trip, as possible, to be a surprise
for them too.

>From what I had observed during the short time I had known him, Jay was
usually shy 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 boys.  Danny had sprouted up over the summer and was nearly
5'6" now, and Brandon had grown to 5'5".  Jay appearance made him stand out
a little, as he had red hair, green eyes and a milky-white complexion.  He
was thin, but I think lanky would be a better description for him, because
he was often very awkward in his movements and even clumsy at times.  I
think that's why the coach put him at first base, as those qualities
weren't as noticeable and didn't come into play as often there.  Even so,
Jay still elicited more than his share of chuckles during the season, due
to some of the less than graceful things he did while he was batting,
fielding or running the bases.  It was most likely just a phase he was
going through, and one that he would outgrow over time, so we tried to
ignore it as much as possible.  We didn't want to make him feel more
uncomfortable than he already was, which wasn't always an easy thing to do.

Riding with the boys had its ups and downs.  At first they merely looked
out the window and enjoyed the scenery, but after about an hour, they
started to become restless and even a little irritable.  I overheard a
couple of minor disagreements in the back, as the various boys objected to
something someone else was doing.  It never became serious enough that I
had to get involved, but that doesn't mean it wasn't irritating when it
happened.  In an effort to divert their attention from each other, I
stopped at a convenience store and let them pick out some snacks and
drinks, and when we got back to the car, I also let them pick the music
they wanted to listen to.  That helped to prevent any further flare-ups
between them for a while, as we continued on our way.

We reached the motel, just outside the nation's capital, in the early
evening.  We unpacked our things and got settled in, taking a brief walk
around the area to check things out.  By the time we got back to our room,
the boys were begging to eat, so I had everyone clean up and change as
quickly as they could.  I decided to take them to one of the restaurants we
had passed when we took our walk, and they seemed to be fine with that
idea.  The establishment wasn't elegant, but it was nice, and the food was
quite good.  Even though we had a pleasant meal, our time there wasn't
without problems.

About halfway through dinner, Jay managed to knock over his water glass,
sending its contents all over the place.  In an effort to redeem himself,
Jay grabbed his napkin and tried to soak the water up, but that's when he
managed to knock over Ricky's water glass too.  All of the boys jumped to
his rescue, as they used their own napkins to absorb the puddle of liquid
that was spreading across the table, and while they did that, I restrained
Jay from doing further damage.  I urged him to sit down and let the rest of
us clean up his mess, and out of frustration, he did as I requested.  That
might not have been a wise move on my part, however, because that's when he
noticed the people at several other tables were trying unsuccessfully to
stifle their laughter.  This embarrassed him tremendously, but once they
noticed my disapproving glare, they managed to regain control of themselves
and go back to what they were doing.  After I soothed Jay's bruised psyche,
we got through the rest of the meal without further incident, but I still
felt bad for Jay.

After dinner, I took the boys back to the motel and we settled-in for the
night.  We would be spending the next several nights here, using it as our
base of operation.  It would afford us a reasonably priced place to stay,
it wasn't very far away from the places we planned to visit and it was
conveniently located near several major routes.

I had rented a double room, one with two king-size beds in it, and then I
had the motel place a cot in the room too.  I was going to let each pair of
boys sleep together in one of the king-size beds, and I was prepared to
sleep on the folding bed.  As soon as the cot was set up, Ricky objected to
my sleeping on it.  He stated, quite forcefully.

"You're paying for everything and should be able to sleep in a nice bed
too, rather than on that somewhat flimsy thing," he told me, while pointing
at the cot.  I told him not to worry about it and I would be fine, but he
wasn't finished.

"No way!  You can sleep with me and Jay.  Were smaller than Danny and
Brandon and the bed is plenty big enough, so you can sleep on one side and
I'll sleep in the middle."  All of the boys sided with Ricky and I
eventually ended up giving in.  Later that evening, I crawled into bed
beside him and I would not pay for another cot during the remainder of the
trip.

We needed to get an early start in the morning, but I wanted everyone to
enjoy a good night's sleep first, so I announced bedtime would be at 9:00
p.m.  Immediately, the boys began to argue with me.  "Aw, come on, Dad,"
Danny whined.  "This is our vacation.  We shouldn't have to go to bed THAT
early."

"Yeah, Dad," Ricky added.  "Can't we stay up until at least eleven?"

"I will be waking you up at 6:00 a.m. and we'll probably be doing a lot of
walking tomorrow, so what do you think?"  The boys hurriedly discussed this
among themselves, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.  Finally,
one of them responded to my question.

"Mr. Currie, what if we go to bed at ten instead?" Brandon countered,
making me realize I had two issues to deal with here.

"If you can promise me that none of you will give me any trouble when I
wake you up and you'll be able to get going immediately," I offered, "then
I will accept letting you stay up until ten."  All the boys flashed me a
grin.  "However," I continued, "there is another problem we have to
address."  They all looked confused.  "You and Jay have to stop calling me
Mr. Currie on this trip," I told Brandon.  The boys looked relieved to hear
my problem was that simple, yet I could tell Brandon and Jay were both a
little apprehensive about how they were going to resolve this.

"What SHOULD we call you then?" Jay asked, trying to clarify what I wanted.

"You could call me Josh," I told them.  "I wouldn't mind that."

"No way!" Brandon objected, looking concerned.  "My parents would kill me
if I called you by your first name."

"Mine too," Jay chimed in.  "So what now?"  This left me to wondering what
I was going to suggest next.

"I didn't expect you to have a problem with this," I confessed, "so I guess
I'll have to think of something else."

"Dad, I might have an idea," Ricky offered, though he stopped before
telling me what it was.  I surmised he wanted my approval, before he shared
his thoughts.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked him.

"Well, my mom used to have me call all her boyfriends 'Uncle whatever' when
I was allowed to go places with them," he told us.  "So what if Brandon and
Jay called you Uncle Josh?"

I was impressed by his suggestion.  "That would be fine with me," I
conceded.  "Would it be all right with you?" I asked, Brandon and Jay.

"Yeah, I guess so," Brandon answered for the both of them.  "I don't think
my parents would have any problems with that."  Jay was nodding his
agreement, rather than verbalizing it.

"Okay, then it's settled," I announced, "and I like that better than
hearing someone saying 'Mr. Currie' all the time.  I get enough of that at
school."  The boys chuckled when I made that comment, because they all
attended my school and understood what I was referring to.

The four of them decided to turn on the television once the name problem
had been solved, but I had something else they need to do.  In order to
insure that we didn't fall behind in the morning, I told the boys they'd
have to shower tonight.  I did this because I knew my boys like to take
lengthy showers and that could throw everything off in the morning.  I
reasoned that since I had given in to them about their bedtime, they could
do this for me.  Although they were not totally convinced, they did still
agree to it.

I also recommended they shower in pairs, to save even more time, but that
didn't work out as I had hoped.  In making my apparently naïve suggestion,
I didn't realize I was setting up something other than just bathing.  As I
would later discover, some interesting contacts were about to take place in
the bathroom, which would eliminate the time saving factor.  The only thing
that would work in my favor was that they would be ready to get started
after I woke them the next morning.

Ricky and Jay went first, and they were in the shower cleaning up when Jay
asked Ricky a rather personal question.  "Ricky, have you ever touched
another boy's dick before?"

Ricky looked at him, uncertain as to how he should respond.  He studied
Jay's face and realized his friend appeared to be sincere and eager to know
the answer to his inquiry, and he wasn't just trying to pry into Ricky's
business.  Ricky took a gamble and answered him truthfully.  "Yeah, I've
touched my brother's wiener before," he admitted.  "We've even jerked each
other off a few times."

Jay hesitated before he spoke again.  "Would you mind doing that with me?"
he asked, tentatively.  The two boys were facing each other at the time and
Ricky could see the pleading look in Jay's eyes.  "I don't have any
brothers," Jay continued, "and I never dared to ask anybody else.  I'm not
gay, Ricky, but I would like to know what it's like to do something like
that."

"I know," Ricky admitted.  "That's why me and Danny did it - we were
curious too."  Ricky was going to stop after admitting that, but he thought
he needed to say something to ease a concern Jay had brought up.  "Hey,
just because you do something with another boy," Ricky added, "it doesn't
mean you're gay or anything."

Jay immediately smiled and noticeably relaxed, after hearing his friend say
that, so Ricky took that opportunity to take a peek at Jay's 5.5" hooded
cock.  He was surprised to notice that it was already beginning to get
stiff and they hadn't even started to do anything yet.  Ricky also noticed
that Jay had a scattered growth of red hairs around the base of his dick,
even more hair than he had.  Ricky had seen Jay naked before, in the
changing room when we went swimming, but he'd never noticed his pubic patch
before.  Seeing Jay had the only uncircumcised penis Ricky had ever seen,
Ricky was always more interested in checking it out instead.  This was also
the reason Ricky was so eager to mess around with Jay, so he could check
out those differences for himself.

"I think this is going to be a lot of fun," Ricky commented.  "I've never
touched an uncut wiener before."  Jay's grin broadened, when he heard Ricky
admit that, and then he noticed Ricky was reaching out for his inflated
rod.  Tenderly, Ricky let his fingers wrap around Jay's turgid shaft and he
stroked it a few times, from the front.  When Jay didn't object, Ricky
reached his other hand between Jay's legs and began to fondle his
testicles.  Jay was thoroughly enjoying the attention he was getting from
Ricky's hands and eagerly encouraged his friend to continue.

"That feels real nice, Ricky.  Keep doing it.  I want you to make me
squirt."  Ricky decided he could masturbate Jay more easily if he stood
behind him, rather than in front, so he repositioned himself and started to
stroke the redhead's dick from behind.  Ricky enthusiastically pumped it
back and forth, intrigued by how the milky white prepuce slid back and
forth over the dark red glans, like it was playing hide-and-go-seek.  The
sensations his actions were producing caused Jay to whimper.  "Oh, yes,
Ricky.  That feels so good.  Do it faster and make me squirt.  Oh, wow,
that is so good."  Even though they were being somewhat loud, the sounds of
the shower and the exhaust fan kept us from hearing anything that was being
said.

Ricky picked up the pace and soon he could feel Jay's prick begin to throb.
Ricky knew that meant Jay was about to explode and send his creamy seed
flying out of his cock- head.  "Yes, Ricky, I feel it.  I'm going to squirt
-- a lot.  Yes, yes, mmmmmmmm."  Ricky's hand was a blur now, as it slid up
and down the shaft, and Jay threw his head back and let loose with four
strong volleys of hot boy spunk.  Ricky kept pumping on Jay's penis, even
as the flow of his juices slowed to a trickle, but then Ricky finally
stopped.

Ricky had also been helping Jay remain upright, as Jay's legs seemed to
grow weak after his climax, and Ricky waited for his friend's strength to
return.  While he waited for Jay to recover, Ricky rolled and squeezed
Jay's loose foreskin between his fingers and then he amused himself further
by pulling the hood back, exposing the crown, before returning it to its
normal position.  Ricky couldn't get enough of playing with this novel new
toy, but Jay finally distracted him.  "Oh, thank you, Ricky.  Thank you, so
much.  I loved that.  It felt so good.  Do you want me to do you now?"

Ricky nodded and Jay immediately reached out and grabbed Ricky's 5" inch
member.  Jay had never touched 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
different from Danny's hand or his own grip.  Ricky decided 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.  Yeah,
just like that.  Oh, keep going.  Faster, oh yes, faster.  That's it, keep
it up."

Jay was emboldened by Ricky's comments and jacked him even faster.  He felt
Ricky's pole expand in his hand and Ricky was making all sorts of strange
sounds.  Jay realized it wasn't quite the same as when he played with
himself, because his hand didn't slide as easily up and down Ricky's mast,
like it did on his own. Jay concluded this must be because of the missing
skin.  He surmised, that since there wasn't any loose skin to glide up and
over the head, each stroke seemed to come to a sudden and abrupt halt.
This train of thought was broken, however, when Ricky began to speak.

"Faster, Jay, faster," he pleaded.  "I'm ready to shoot.  Faster, oh yes,
here it cuuuuuums.  Aaaargh."  Ricky's hard-on spewed five watery bursts
onto the shower wall and he clung to Jay, to keep from falling over.  Jay
didn't let that slow down what he was doing, though, and continued to work
on Ricky erection, until he had milked the last drops of the sperm from his
now deflating rod.  Nothing more was said, until Ricky descended from his
high.

"Thanks, Jay, that was awesome," he complimented his friend, before
suddenly remembering the admonition I had given him and his brother before
we left.  "Uh, Jay, you've got to do me a favor," Ricky told him.  "You've
got to promise you won't say anything to anyone, ever!  I don't want
anybody saying shit about us.  Promise?"

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

"It sure took you two long enough," they chimed in together, as 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 bathroom next.

Jay and Ricky looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and got out
some clean underwear.  They dropped their towels on the floor, not caring
that I was there to see them without anything on, and they even 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, or maybe on purpose, backed into Brandon as he was rinsing
off.  Brandon immediately popped a boner and Danny turned around and saw
it.  "Did I do that?" he said, pointing at Brandon's flagpole and flashing
a grin.  "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 and would appreciate his offer.

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

"Brand, if we do this, you've got to promise me you'll never tell anyone
else. Okay?  And I promise I won't say anything to anybody 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, and swallowed hard a few
times in between, but he still managed to respond.  "Don't worry, Danny.  I
won't tell anyone."  There was a slight, awkward pause after he said this,
while he debated if he wanted to press the issue further.  "Is that why you
were so quick to try to grab my stiffie, because you thought I was a
queer?"

"No, Brandon.  I didn't think that.  I like you.  You're a good friend.  I
wasn't even sure the stories about you were true.  Heck, you may not be any
more gay than my dad (little did he know), but I just thought we were
friends and we might be able to have some fun together."

Brandon's face seemed to brighten after that comment.  "Yeah, we're just
friends having a little fun," he concluded.

Danny debated with himself for a few seconds, as he tried to decide if he
should ask his next question.  Finally, he got up the courage to do so.
"Are you gay, Brandon?  I mean... well... it won't make any difference if
you are, but I just kind of wanted to know.  I won't like you any less and
it won't change how I act toward you or anything," he added, trying to make
Brandon comfortable enough to answer him.

After thinking about how he wanted to handle this, Brandon decided to be
truthful with Danny, because he liked him so much.  It did take him a few
seconds to summon his courage to speak, though.  He might have even been a
little hopeful that possibly something more could come from this encounter.
"I hope I can believe you and trust what you say," he told Danny, before he
paused briefly.  Danny was eagerly nodding his head to confirm that he was
telling the truth and Brandon could trust him.  "Yes, I am," Brandon
finally admitted.

Danny could still tell that Brandon was still a little worried about his
reaction, so he immediately set out to reassure him.  "I really meant it,
Brand, and it's okay.  I think I'm gay, too," he confided, which seemed to
shock Brandon.

"I didn't know that," Brandon admitted, slightly in awe.

"Yeah," Danny told him.  "I've been attracted to other boys for quite some
time now, but I've only told my dad and brother that.  No one else knows I
feel that way."

"You told your dad!"  Brandon blurted out, incredulous.

"Yeah.  My real dad found pictures I had of naked guys on our computer and
kicked me out of the house because I was a fag," Danny admitted.  "My new
dad, Mr. Currie, knew about it when I came to live with him, but 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'll get hurt,
if any of the other kids find out that I'm gay."  There was another slight
pause in the conversation, before Danny continued.  "You know, if you ever
wanted to talk to anybody about any of this, I'm sure my dad would be
willing to do what he could for you too.  I know he wouldn't make you feel
uncomfortable about it.  He's a great guy and I'd bet he'd help you too,
like he's helped me."  Brandon just studied Danny's face for a second or
two, before he responded.

"I'll think about it, but we better get started, if we're going to do this.
You know your brother and Jay are going to want to get back at us, for what
we said to them earlier."  Danny agreed and they quickly stroked each other
back to arousal, because their conversation had made them both go limp
again.  That might have been due to nerves or the topic of conversation,
but it didn't last for very long.

Once they were both hard again, Brandon pulled Danny tightly against his
body and adjusted their love muscles, so they were rubbing against each
other.  Once they were in the desired position, he started to thrust his
hips, up and down, so their embracing bodies were performing the act of
masturbation.  Danny caught on to what Brandon was doing and began to match
his friend's movements.  Both boys were enjoying the feeling of their
penises being rubbed by the other's cock and abdomen, and 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 both were moaning and panting, while their hands were
roaming over each other's back and butt.

As they became more involved in this sensual dance, they began to push
harder and faster, which sent bolts of electricity shooting out in both
directions.  Some of these sensations shot toward their head and shoulders,
while the rest moved toward their legs and feet.  As they kept humping
against each other, both boys began to feel the crescendo building between
them, and they sensed their nut sacs drawing up against their bodies, as
their sausages continued to swell even more.  When that magical moment
arrived, both boys arched their bodies in opposite directions, yelping
unintelligible words to one another, while their dicks exploded in pure
delight.  Shot after shot of hot boy jism splashed between their two bodies
and they were soon coated in a white slime, which served as a sealant as
their bodies pressed together.

Danny threw his hands against the back of Brandon's head, so he could draw
him forward into a passionate kiss, and his tongue forced its way into
Brandon's shocked mouth.  Once he realized how much he wanted this too,
Brandon relaxed and let his lips part slightly, allowing Danny to proceed.
As their two tongues slid against each other, they were able to sample the
taste of their counterpart, something they both enjoyed.  Brandon yielded
to Danny's exploration first, so Danny let his oral muscle eagerly explore
the lining of his friend's mouth.  When Danny's tongue had been fully
extended into Brandon's mouth, Brandon suckled on it for a moment, and then
the boys let their tongues swap places.  Just as eagerly, Brandon's tongue
began to explore Danny's oral cavern, moving around his sensitive lining
and over his teeth.  Eventually, they ended their kiss and broke their
embrace, when they realized it was time to leave their steamy love nest.

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

"No, thank you, Danny," Brandon countered, still slightly breathless, "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
are gay themselves.  They act like I have a contagious disease or
something."

"Don't let it bother you any more," Danny comforted him.  "You're a great
guy and I'm not going to let anyone give either of us any crap."  Brandon
thought it was time to give Danny another kiss, to reward him for his sweet
answer, so they locked lips once more.  After another few seconds, they
ended this kiss too, and Danny spoke again.

"I don't really want to stop," he admitted, "but we'd better rinse this
stuff off us and then get dry, so we can get out there with the others.  If
we don't, they're going to start knocking on the door and wondering what
we're up to."

"Yeah, you're right," Brandon agreed, "but thanks for everything.  It was
really wonderful."

Both boys dried off quickly and left the bathroom.  They were prepared for
the other boys' comments when they emerged, and therefore weren't
disappointed as they walked into the main room.  "Man, you guys thought WE
took a long time," Ricky began, the moment the door opened.  "You two were
in there MUCH longer than we were."

"Yeah," Jay chimed in, "MUCH longer than we were."

"You were right," Brandon shot back, nonplussed.  "The hot water did feel
really good."

"Besides," Danny continued, "we've got more to wash.  Especially in certain
areas," he added, with a wink, before he and Brandon let their towels fall
to the floor, to emphasize their point.  They continued to stand their like
that for a second or two, before they went off in search of clean
underwear, making sure Ricky and Jay got a good look at what they meant.

After that little display, there was no feigning of modesty between the
foursome.  They undressed and paraded around nude on a regular basis, from
that moment on, without exhibiting a care in the world.  Hell, they didn't
even worry if I was around and saw them exposing themselves either.  During
the remainder of the vacation, I was to be treated to a never-ending
display of gorgeous, youthful male flesh.  It was a feast for the eyes and
far surpassed anything a museum curator could have organized along those
lines.  If this was the type of scenery I'd get to behold, we might have to
take more vacations together.

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



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 16 -- Starting in Washington, D.C.

I received my requested wake up call from the front desk on schedule and
headed for the bathroom first.  I took a short shower, dressed quickly and
then began to rouse the boys.  Although they were still a little groggy,
they were true to their word and didn't give me any problems.  They
understood that if they did, I might make them go to bed even earlier
tonight.  Once they were dressed, I loaded them into the van and we set off
to find a decent place to eat.

The boys started to come to life, once they began to shovel food into their
mouths.  They also downed glass after glass of juice, to wash it down with.
As they shook off their drowsiness, they began to question me about what we
were going to do today.  I guess they hadn't learned yet that I like to be
tight lipped about our destinations.  As we got ready to leave, I left the
waitress a sizable tip, to reward her for her hard work and patience,
because the boys had run her ragged chasing after the many things they
ordered.  That was one gratuity she had definitely earned.

After I paid the bill, we made our way into D.C. and our first stop -- the
White House.  I mean, where better to begin a tour of the nation's capital?
Before we got there, I tried to fill the boys in about a few White House
facts, so they'd be a little better prepared for what they were going to
see.

"Okay, guys, listen up.  I did a little research before we left, so I could
give you a little background about the White House before we go inside.
George Washington signed an Act of Congress in 1790, establishing a
district on the Potomac River, where the federal government would reside.
It was later named Washington, D.C. in his honor."

"Hey, I thought this was supposed to be a fun trip," Ricky whined, "but
this sounds more like being in school.  No fair."

"Oh, come on," I replied, "can't learning be fun too.  I wanted you to know
these things, so our visit would make more sense to you when you saw
everything."

"He isn't going to test us later about this, is he?" I heard Jay whisper to
Ricky, but more loudly than he thought he had.

"No, there will be no tests, just remember what you can.  Okay?"  All the
boys nodded, although not with much enthusiasm.

"There's just a little more, so listen up," I advised them, followed by
some low groans.  "The cornerstone for the White House was laid in 1792,
based on a design by James Hoban, an Irish-born architect.  George
Washington never got to live in the White house, even though he helped plan
how this area would be developed.  He lived in Presidential residences in
New York and Philadelphia, so John Adams was the first occupant of the
White House, taking up residence in 1800.  The White House survived a fire
in 1814, during the War of 1812, and Dolly Madison helped to save many
valuable artifacts, including Gilbert Stuart's famous portrait of President
Washington."

"Did they leave any spots, so you could see where it had been burned?"
Brandon asked, hopefully.

"No, they rebuilt it like new.  In fact, the White House has gone thru
several renovations and expansions.  It was expanded and restored during
Teddy Roosevelt's presidency, during the early 1900's, then in the 1940's,
during Harry Truman's term in office, the first and second floors were
completely gutted and renovated, and in the 1960's, Jackie Kennedy became
involved with another renovation project."

"How come they had to do it so often," Danny wanted to know, seemingly
interested by this information.

"Just like any house, repairs are needed from time to time," I advised him,
"but during the Truman years, the leg of a piano actually broke through the
floor."

"Did it fall to the floor below?" Danny wondered.

"No, just the leg broke through, not the entire piano," I explained.

"Shucks," was his only response.

I thought that would give them a suitable background for what they were
going to see, and I think the boys appreciated those little tidbits of
information, even after their earlier complaints.

As we approached the building, just looking at it from the outside was
impressive enough, especially when seeing it for the first time in person.
The thing was, it only got better when we entered the well-known edifice.
The boys walked around the building in awe, impressed not only by its size,
but the splendor and history it radiated, as well.  How could you not help
but think about all the presidents, vice-presidents, first ladies and
others who had spent time within those great walls?

As we walked along the ground-floor corridor, we looked through the doors
of the Vermeil room and the Library, before walking up the stairs to the
State floor.  Once there, we entered the East Room, a large rectangular
room that is good for holding receptions, parties, funerals and for viewing
movies or the performing arts.  Jay busily looked through an informational
brochure as we toured the East Room and was eager to pass along what he
read.

"Hey, it say here that Mrs. Adams used to hang her laundry on clotheslines
in this room," he announced.  "Can't you just see some foreign dignitary
walking in here and running into the President's or First Lady's
underwear?"  The boys all began to laugh.

"Hey, it also says the caskets of most of the assassinated Presidents have
rested in state here," he continued.  "Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley and
Kennedy all had their caskets in here for a brief time, so it's kind of
like a funeral parlor too.  Dang, that's creepy."  No one laughed this
time, as this comment got each of the boys thinking what it would be like
seeing a casket on display in this room.

Next, we went into the Green Room, which is most often used as a small
parlor for hosting guests and holding private conversations.  Then we
entered the Blue Room, which is an oval shaped room in the center of the
White House, and has often been the traditional place for presidents to
formally receive guests.  We followed this by going into the Red Room,
which is another small parlor that has also been a favorite place for many
presidents and first ladies.  The final room we visited was the State
Dining Room, where elaborate state dinners are held.  That room can
accommodate well over one hundred diner guests.

"Wow, look at the size of this place," Brandon uttered, in awe.  "Can you
imagine having so many people over for dinner at one time?"

"It's bigger than the high school cafeteria," Jay observed.

"I just hope they serve better food here," Danny added, while taking a shot
at the meals offered at his school.

During our visit, we saw numerous priceless paintings, splendid collections
of antique furniture and exquisite chandeliers.  When we were ready to
leave, we exited the building from the north portico lobby, and the boys
were excitedly telling me their reactions to everything they'd just seen.
They were so wrapped up with this discussion that none of them were
watching where he was going, but it was Jay who stumbled and nearly
plummeted down the outside stairway.

Fortunately, he was near me at the time, and I reflexively reacted when I
saw him start to fall.  My parental instincts were still quick enough to
grab a hold of his arm and prevent him from tumbling down the steep
stairway.  That little piece of luck most likely kept him from getting
injured, possibly severely, and maybe even ending our vacation.  Once the
impact of what had nearly happened sank in to my brain, I considered making
Jay hold my hand for the rest of the trip, for safety's sake.  However, I
didn't do it, because I didn't want to embarrass him further.  The boys,
however, weren't nearly as considerate and teased him mercilessly about his
near disaster, but all in a fun way.

"Jay, have a nice trip?" Ricky asked him.

"Hey, no diving in the shallow end of the pool," Brandon teased.

"Jay, did you trip over first base again?" Danny mocked, since Jay had done
that more than once during the baseball season.

I would have stopped this, but Jay was playing right along with them,
comically giving us instant replays of his awkward stumble.

After getting safely down that set of steps, we decided to grab a quick
lunch, before moving on to our next destination.  As we were eating, I
thought I'd give the boys some background information about it.

"Fellas, we're going to the Capitol Building next, so here's a little
information for you."

"Oh, no, not again," Ricky groaned.  "Are we going to have to go through
this for every place we visit?"

"Not every place," I responded.  "Just the major ones."  Ricky made a face
and rolled his eyes back in his head.

"Construction began in 1793, the year after the White House was started,
but it wasn't completed until 1826."

"Why did it take so long?" Brandon asked.  "That's thirty-three years to
finish one building."

"Yes, things took longer then, because they didn't have the machinery that
construction crews would use now, plus everything was handcrafted.
Besides, you forget the War of 1812 came in the middle of that time, so
that probably slowed things down a bit, especially after the British burned
the White House."

"Oh, yeah.  Kind of forgot about that," Brandon mumbled.

"Anyway, Congress actually started meeting in the unfinished structure in
November of 1800, so they did get to use it before 1826."

"That's good," Jay added.  I'd hate to think they had to wait all that time
before they could do anything with it."

"That's true," I agreed, "but continuing with the information, an extension
and new dome were added to the building later, with work finishing on it in
1868."

"So they were working on it during the Civil War?" Danny asked.

"Actually, I think work on it stopped during the Civil War, but they
finished it after the war ended," I replied.  I stopped there, feeling that
was enough information, until we actually got there.  We finished up our
meal and then walked to the Capitol, which was another structure the boys
were vaguely familiar with.  They had seen many images of the exterior
before coming here, since it's been used as the backdrop for numerous
television shows and a variety of movies.  Yet, once again, it was even
more impressive when you get to see it for yourself.

Eagerly, we made our way to the Capital Rotunda, which is the circular room
in the center of the building, beneath the Capital dome.  The Rotunda has
many large paintings on display, but the boys quickly picked out their
favorite.

"Wow, I like this one," Jay remarked, while looking at the 'Embarkation of
the Pilgrims.'  "I remember seeing a picture of this in my history book,
when we learned about the Pilgrims landing at Plymouth Rock.  It sure is a
lot bigger and a lot better looking when you see it for real."  I was still
looking at the painting when someone else spoke up.

"Nah, this one over here is better," Brandon countered, after he spotted
the painting, 'Declaration of Independence.'  "This one shows everyone
signing the document that set America free."  Who could argue with that?

"Well, I think this one is best," Ricky argued, while pointing at another
painting, 'Discovering the Mississippi.' "That guy (meaning the explorer De
Soto) was out there finding all these new things and meeting with the
Indians."

"Native Americans, Ricky." I corrected.

"Yeah, whatever, but that would have been exciting," he added.

Danny had remained quiet throughout this whole discussion, so the boys
started asking him his choice, figuring he would side with one of them.
"Which do you think is best?"  they each wanted to know.

"To be honest, I like the painting of 'General George Washington Resigning
His Commission' the best" he answered, referring to the event that happened
at Annapolis in 1783.  "That showed one of our country's greatest generals
right after he led the American army in winning the nation's freedom and
just before he became the very first president."  That was pretty profound
reasoning and I admired his stance.

The boys tried to get me to break the 'tie' for them, but instead, I merely
guided them to the National Statuary Hall, which contains a collection of
97 statues.  The statues have been donated by the various states, with two
coming from each state, except for Nevada, New Mexico and North Dakota.
Those states are still eligible to donate one more statue to the
collection.  The boys seemed to think I would know each person represented
there, but not all of them are readily familiar or recognizable to the
average person.

"Wow, Uncle Josh," Jay began.  "I thought you knew everything.  How come
you don't know this stuff?"

"I may know more than the average person," I assured him, "but that's far
from knowing everything.  Some of these statues are of pretty obscure
people.  At least they're obscure outside of the state that donated it."

One thing the boys did notice as we went through the hall was that out of
the 97 statues, only six were of famous women.  "Guys, that isn't
necessarily sexist," I told them, "it merely reflects the times they lived
in.  Until the early part of the twentieth century, women were not able to
play a significant role in the government, because society had them
relegated to being mothers, housewives and a few other limited
professions."

"I guess it sucked to be them then," Ricky shot back, sarcastically.

"Yes, I'm sure it did," I agreed, "especially for any woman who was ahead
of her times and looking to make some sort of an impact on the world she
lived in."  They all agreed with my comment and we moved on.

The boys were still talking excitedly about many of the things we saw
there, as we made our way out of the building.  I was thrilled they had
been so impressed by what we'd done so far, so from there, I led them to
Ford's Theater.

"What's this place?" Danny asked, while staring at the non-descript
exterior of the building.  From the outside, it is just an old brick
building with five arches on the lower level, where the doors are located.

"This is the building where Lincoln was assassinated," I announced.

"Cool," Jay responded.  "Do we get to see where he was sitting and the gun
he was shot with?"

"I suspect you'll be able to see both," I agreed, to his great delight.

Indeed, we did get to see the interior of the theater and the State box,
where Lincoln was watching the play 'Our American Cousin' when he was shot.
After that, we moved to the basement to tour the Lincoln Museum.  It
contained many items from Lincoln's life, as well as items pertaining to
his assassin and the other conspirators who helped plan this infamous deed,
and included the clothing Lincoln was wearing on the night he was killed.
We also saw the hunting knife Booth carried and the .44-caliber Derringer
he used to carry out his diabolical plan.

"That's a pretty small gun," Jay remarked.

"It may be small," I replied, "but it proved to be very deadly."  The boys
just nodded and then went back to studying it for a few more minutes.

Our visit to Ford's theater was interesting, but not as much as our
previous stops, although the boys did find some of the assassination
related displays intriguing.  When we finished up there, my gang decided it
was time to eat again, so we looked for a place where we could chow down,
as we drove back to the motel.  We ended up having dinner in another nice
restaurant, one I noticed on the way from the motel earlier in the day, and
decided to give a try.  As soon as we sat down, I moved certain items on
the table, so Jay's lanky arms wouldn't tip them over.  He didn't get upset
when I did this, which I was glad to see.  In fact, he even thanked me for
watching out for him, because he said he didn't want to be embarrassed
again, like he was the previous evening.  After enjoying a wonderful meal,
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 something similar to the previous night had
taken place.  All I know is, for some reason, all four boys spent the
entire evening naked after their showers.  They lounged around and watched
TV for a couple of hours like that, before going to bed in the buff.
Although he never knew it, it took every ounce of will power I possessed
that night to control myself in bed.  Not only because I had been slightly
aroused by viewing four handsome, naked young men strutting their stuff all
evening, but also because Ricky's little dick and butt kept brushing
against me all night, as he tossed about on the mattress.  I thought about
telling the boys they'd have to start wearing something around the room
from that point on, but then decided I'd just shore up my self-restraint
and not complain.


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