Date: Sun, 12 Jul 2009 14:18:56 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening chapters 23-24 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 23 -- Private Lessons. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. I went directly to the parking lot, jumped into the van and drove to the nearest drug store. I carefully selected the items I felt would be appropriate to help them, paid the cashier and then drove back to the motel. A few minutes later, I returned, carrying a small bag. The room was empty when I arrived, so I went out and stood on the balcony, as I had promised. I was scanning the beach for signs of all four of my charges, when I quickly spotted the older pair. They were already heading back in my direction. After looking more closely, I also located the other two, playing happily with a group of children. I was observing what they were up to, when the door to the room opened and the older two came rushing in. "Did you get everything we needed?" Danny asked, breathlessly. "Yes, right here in this bag," I confirmed, while holding up the plastic sack. The boys immediately began trying to develop x-ray vision, so they could see what was inside. "You'll find out what's in there soon enough," I told them. "That is, if you two are still serious about doing this." They immediately nodded their heads in agreement, but even with that affirmation, I could still tell they were a bit anxious about what they were about to do. The looks on their faces displayed an equal mixture of eagerness and trepidation. "I take it Ricky and Jay didn't see you come back here?" I inquired. "Heck, the hardly even noticed we were there at all," Brandon confirmed. "They've met some other kids who are here on vacation and have been doing things with them. They only waved at us when we first went down there, just to let us know they knew we were there, but they are too busy with their new friends to notice we left." "Okay, that will solve one of my concerns then, although I'm still going to lock the door and fasten the secondary lock, so we aren't interrupted. You boys get undressed and then we'll begin," I advised them. "I won't involve myself in what you're doing, other than to give you instruction, guide your actions and monitor your progress. I think I may be crazy for doing this, but I'd rather help you myself, than let you turn to someone else for guidance or fumble your way through this on your own." I'm sure they understood what I was implying and were appreciative about what I was willing to do. "Thanks, Dad," Danny said, as he was removing his clothes. "I knew we could count on you." "Yes, thanks, Pop," Brandon added. "I thought Danny was nuts when he said we should ask you to help, but I should have known you'd help us out. Jay and I know we can pretty much count on you for anything, maybe even more so than with our own parents. I guess that's why we both love you so much." That comment caught me slightly off guard. First of all, I'm well aware that boys this age generally aren't willing or eager to share their feelings like this, especially when it involves the 'L' word. Stunned by the apparent ease and sincerity with which this was said, I didn't immediately respond. However, after a few seconds, I regained my composure and looked into Brandon's eyes. "I love you, too, Brandon. In fact, I love all of you boys a great deal. After my wife died, I was extremely lonely and felt very isolated. When Ricky and Danny came to live with me, they brought a spark back into my life and rekindled emotions I had forgotten were there. You and Jay have only added to those feelings for me. No matter what else happens in my life, I would most certainly feel a huge void if you boys weren't around. I want you to know, and I'll tell Jay the same thing later, that you can both count on me to help you with whatever problems you might encounter and I'll always be available to assist you in finding answers to all of your questions, if I can. Our home will always be your home and you're welcome there as often and for however long you might wish to stay, with your parents consent, of course. "You are both calling me 'Pop' now," I continued, "and I want you to know I also think of you as my sons, as well, just like Danny and Ricky. I find it hard to accept that just a few months ago I was severely depressed about being alone, but now I have four wonderful sons who have brought much joy into my life, more than I would have ever thought possible." Suddenly, I found two naked boys wrapping their bodies around me, hugging affectionately and kissing my face. I guess this may be the closest I might ever come to being in heaven, without actually having to leave this world. "Okay," I announced, breaking the moment. "It's time to get back to business. Who wants to do what first?" The boys looked at each other and silently reached an agreement. "I guess I'll let Danny do me first, Pop," Brandon announced. "I suggested this, but it was Danny who was most concerned about having problems. If I go first and it hurts me, then I won't make Danny do it." "That's very generous of you, Brandon," I explained. "The ability to think of others first and put their welfare ahead of your own is what makes a true friend... or a lover," I added, belatedly. "I'm glad to know that Danny has chosen his partner wisely." "Brand," Danny interrupted, "if you're doing this for me, then I'm going to do it for you, whether it hurts or not. I want you to have your chance to see what it's like too." "That doesn't matter," Brandon countered. "You don't have to do this unless we can do it without any pain. I mean that. It was my idea to try this, not yours. If it hurts me, then I'm just not going to do it to you and you won't be able to make me." "We'll see," Danny interjected, looking very serious. I could tell that he just wanted to have the last word on this. "If you boys are still in agreement about doing this," I told them, "then we should get started, before the other two return." Shocking them back to the present, they each nodded. "Okay, let's go into the bathroom first. I bought an enema bag, so you could get cleaned out and make it a little more sanitary." After seeing their puzzled looks, I quickly explained what an enema was and how it worked, before we proceeded. Once each one had relieved himself of the water and other things in his bowels, each boy finished cleaning up and we moved back into the other room. "Brandon, I'll need you to get on all fours in the middle of the bed," I informed him. We waited, while he got into position, and then I continued. "Now, I'm going to show Danny how to loosen you up for penetration." Brandon nodded his understanding, so I moved Danny behind him. "Danny, this is a tube of KY jelly. I want you to put a dab of it on your index finger and then rub it into the skin of that finger. Once you've done that, I want you to put a big glob of KY on the tip of that same finger and rub it all around Brandon's anal ring." He looked up at me, with a questioning expression on his face. "Rub it all around and into Brandon's butt hole," I explained, more simply. When Danny was ready, I got on my knees beside Brandon, reached over his back, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, so Danny would have better access to his target. Tentatively, Danny let his finger touch Brandon's rectum and began to spread the gel all around the outside of the puckered opening. "Smear some more KY onto that finger now," I told Danny, "and, this time, you're going to start to work it inside of the opening. Go slowly and give Brandon's hole time to adjust to everything you do." Now, I turned toward Brandon, to explain what he should do. "Brandon, the first time Danny puts his finger into your butt, it shouldn't be a problem, but if it seems like it doesn't want to go in, then relax and push down on your ass muscles, like you're taking a crap. Not hard enough to really expel anything, but that will open the hole up and remove most, if not all of the resistance. Do either of you have any questions before we begin?" They both shook their heads, letting me know they couldn't think of anything to ask. Danny still seemed a little reluctant and unsure about what he was supposed to do, so I took a hold of his right hand, positioned his right index finger so it pointed outward, and then moved it forward, until it touched Brandon's pink rosebud. I worked his hand slowly, so his finger made tiny circles around the entrance. After doing that for a brief time, I placed Danny's finger against Brandon's untouched hole and gently urged him to push it forward. I think Brandon began to push out, even though he probably didn't need to, and Danny's finger slipped in easily, up to the first knuckle. Brandon gasped. "Did that hurt, Brandon?" I asked, concerned about what had just happened. "No, it didn't hurt," Brandon explained. "I guess it just kind of surprised me when it went inside, but I'm fine. Danny, keep going!" Receiving assurance that Brandon was all right, I put a little more pressure on Danny's hand, pushing the finger in a little deeper. I made him wait for Brandon to adjust, before allowing Danny to twist his hand back and forth a bit, so his finger would twirl around inside Brandon's chute. Once Brandon seemed fine with what was happening, I urged Danny to push his finger the rest of the way in. Once he had made full penetration, I made him hold his finger stationary for a few seconds, to give Brandon a chance to get used to it again. Once Brandon agreed he was doing fine, I had Danny pump the digit back and forth, slowly finger-fucking Brandon's hole. "How does that feel, Brandon?" I inquired, making sure he was able to handle this action. "Good. There's no pain at all," he responded, letting us know this was going well. I let Danny continue this action for a while longer, as I watched him work his finger in and out more energetically, before I made him stop. He looked at me, wondering if he had done something wrong. "It's time to go to the next level," I informed him. "Danny, grab the KY again, but this time put it on both your index and middle fingers. Use a lot of lube and make sure you completely coat both fingers." Obediently, Danny did as I instructed. "Okay, now insert those fingers the same way you did the first time." Cautiously, Danny lined up his fingers and then added a little pressure, until he was able to push them past Brandon's resilient sphincter. Brandon gasped again, but quickly signaled he was fine. After giving Brandon time to adjust to this larger invasion, I had Danny begin twisting his fingers around again, gradually forcing Brandon's gateway to loosen. Once I felt Brandon had adjusted to that, I indicated, by making a gesture that Brandon couldn't see, that I wanted Danny to curl his fingers slightly and he nodded his acknowledgement. When Brandon moaned loudly, I knew one of Danny's fingers had brushed against Brandon's prostate. I was directing the action merely by using hand signals now, so I didn't spook Brandon about what was going to happen next. After having Danny thrust his fingers in and out several more times, I signaled Danny to pull his fingers out completely, before indicating that I wanted him to lube up three fingers this time. Brandon protested slightly, feeling empty once Danny's fingers had been withdrawn, but I quickly informed his this was only a temporary situation, so Danny can add more lube. Brandon suddenly relaxed again, after being assured this activity wasn't over, but we didn't inform Brandon that this time Danny would be adding an additional digit. Danny quickly finished carrying out my instructions and aligned himself to work three fingers into his partner. Although getting some mild resistance from Brandon's back entrance, as it protested the larger girth being forced up it, he accepted it without much problem. Brandon did have to use my earlier suggestion, about pushing out this time, but he quickly adjusted to the thicker penetration. When I felt he was ready, I signaled Danny to twist those fingers around again, followed by an indication that he should also thrust those fingers in and out of Brandon's butt, at the same time. Brandon released a little groan as Danny did this, which caused Danny to momentarily hesitate. However, after Brandon let out a little sigh of contentment, followed by what sounded like an additional appreciative moan, Danny went back into action. "How are you doing, Brandon?" I asked, just to make sure he was all right. "I'm fine," he told us. "The last time it kind of hurt for just a second, but not much." I was about to signal Danny to stop, until Brandon said something else. "It's beginning to feel real nice now," he admitted. I figured this meant he was ready to advance to the next step, but there was another problem. Danny was completely flaccid. Considering this situation, I signaled Danny to stop what he was doing, so I could direct them as to what they should do next. "Brandon, turn around for a minute and face Danny," I advised, and then I waited for him to complete this maneuver. "Okay, now work on Danny's penis for a while, until it gets hard." Enthusiastically, he did as I told him. Once the problem had been rectified, I instructed Brandon as to how to put the condom on Danny's rigid pole. He did encounter some minor problems doing this, so I had to assist him a bit, and then I had Brandon spread a generous amount of KY over the entire surface of Danny's sheathed shaft. Brandon rapidly greased Danny's pole and then both boys were ready to continue with their lesson. "Great. Now, Brandon, I need you to turn the other way again," which he quickly did. "Danny, now move back into position, on your knees behind him." It only took him a few moments to do this. "Danny, I'm going to hold both of your hips and direct your actions for a while, so you don't get too aggressive. Okay?" He nodded his agreement. "When I think you're ready, I'll let go and you'll be on your own, just don't fight me before that happens. Any questions?" This time they both shook their heads, to let me know they didn't have any other queries. Feeling confident they were ready for the next step, I put my hands on Danny's hips and lined his penis up with Brandon's anus. I gently pushed his midsection forward, until Danny's spearhead was touching the bull's eye, and then I added a little more pressure on the back of his hips, until the head of Danny's penis slipped past the guardian. I held him still, once his cock head had completely disappeared, to make sure Brandon was all right. Hearing no protests and noting no problems, I gently pushed on Danny's hips again, slowly guiding him further into Brandon's depths, until Danny's pubes were tickling the back of Brandon's ass. Once he was completely seated inside his partner, I forced Danny to hesitate, in order to give Brandon time to adjust to the intruder, before we continued. This wasn't easy, as Danny was now eager to let his instincts take over and do Mother Nature's two-step. "Oh, my God," Danny gasped. "It's so hot in there and it feel sooooo good." I was encourage by his words of appreciation, but was still concerned about how Brandon was doing, but not for long. "Yeah, you feel great in there," Brandon gushed. "You made my whole body tingle, as you worked your way in." Having my concerns negated, I allowed them to move to the next step. Now, I encouraged Danny to begin a slow rocking motion with his pelvis, by pushing and pulling on his hips with my hands. As his penis started sliding in and out of Brandon's tunnel, guttural noises began emerging from both young throats. I tried to keep Danny using a nice fluid motion -- of long, slow strokes -- but gradually he began to fight me, as he tired to increase his pace, like a runner eager to begin his sprint toward the finish line. Once he looked like he was totally into what he was doing, I whispered into his ear and released my grip. Danny continued with all the confidence of a pro, working Brandon's virgin ass, as he continually increased his speed. He did this instinctively, as he felt his seed begin to churn and boil in his scrotum, and before long, he was pumping hard and fast, as he neared his climax. Both boys were now moaning appreciatively and excitedly. Danny had switched to using short, quick strokes, when he suddenly arched his back and drove his penis all the way home, completely up to the hilt. He swooned and moaned audibly as his cannon exploded, releasing five creamy ropes of semen into the sheath in Brandon's cavern. Brandon was also moaning and grunting, as he let himself enjoy the feeling the stimulation and ejaculation had created within his bowels during his virginal experience. Once Danny's dick had been drained, he collapsed on top of Brandon's back, completely spent. Brandon was too weak to hold them both up, so he rolled onto his side, taking Danny with him, but Danny's prick remained steadfast, in the confines of Brandon's deflowered channel. They stayed like that for several minutes more, before either boy commented or moved. "That was wicked," Danny began. "I've never felt anything that awesome before - ever. It was like a hundred lips were wrapped around my dick and they just sucked everything out of me. I knew it would be good, but never thought it would be that great." He looked at Brandon and smiled. "How was it for you?" "Nice, really nice," Brandon confessed. "You kept hitting something in there that just sent tingles all through me. It's hard to explain, but it felt really terrific." "Did it hurt at all?" Danny asked, a little concerned. "Only a little, but it didn't last very long. After that, those tingling things just made me forget about any pain, since it made me feel so good inside. It was really nice." The two boys were hugging each other and then they began to kiss, as their way of thanking the other for that special moment. Without warning, they stopped making out and then Brandon turned toward me. "And thank you, Pop," he told me, "for teaching us how to do it so well." "You're welcome, both of you," I replied, "and once you've recuperated and are ready to switch places, we'll get you boys set again, but this time I'll teach Brandon what he needs to know." It wasn't long before they were ready to go in reverse, so I had Danny get on his hands and knees on the bed, so we could begin. While Danny was getting into position, I had Brandon lube up his fingers, and then I worked Brandon's hand, as we probed Danny anus with one, two and, finally, three digits. I made Brandon work them all around, so he would completely stretch Danny's tight chute, and we continued this way until I felt Danny's hole was ready for the real thing. Since Danny was ready, I had him work on Brandon, to get him hard and then I had him slip on the condom and grease up his pole. When they were in position to continue, I held on to Brandon's hips and led him through the same beginning process I had put Danny through. As his confidence built, I released my grip on his waist and he continued the process on autopilot. The instincts that nature had given to all of its creatures soon took control and Brandon's thrusting increased in pace, as he drew gradually closer to his orgasm. His last several strokes were fast and hard, before he sank his muscle deep into Danny's cavern and filled the condom with several blasts of his warm boy juice. After this consummation had been completed, they became one giant, panting heap of spent boy flesh on the bed, lost in the afterglow of sexual bliss. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 24 -- A Little Relaxation. After Brandon and Danny recovered from their first experience with anal intercourse, I had them hit the shower, before they went back outside. While they were cleaning up, I walked to the beach alone, to check up on the younger duo. As I walked there, I noticed they were working on a sand sculpture with a couple of other children, but they quickly stopped and ran over to me, when they saw me approaching. Eagerly, they began telling me what they had been up to, while dragging me over to the others, so they could introduce me to their new friends. I was somewhat surprised to discover that the others were all younger than Ricky or Jay, one nearly three years their junior. However, since neither of the boys seemed to mind having a good time with them, and this group all seemed to be fond of my pair, I didn't raise any objections either. "This is my dad," Ricky proudly announced to the others. "And my pop," Jay added. "But you guys said you weren't brothers," one of their new friends observed, "or do you mean he's you grandpa?" the same boy asked Jay, which made me feel really old. "No, he's my second dad," Jay offered, as an explanation. "You mean you have two dads?" another boy asked. He wasn't part of their initial group and must have been the older brother of one of the younger children. He seemed to have strolled over to see what was going on, as I approached the group. "Do you mean they're gay?" the older boy added, with a touch of disdain apparent in his tone and expression. "No," Jay answered. "I have my own mom and dad, but Pop is like my second father. He treats me just like I'm another one of his sons." "Ah, so he's Ricky's dad and you two are good friends, so he's kind of like your dad too," one of the others offered, in an attempt to clarify our relationship. "Yes, that's what I meant," Jay agreed. That response seemed to be sufficient to remove the spark of disapproval from the older boy's eyes, which relieved me. I thought he was going to raise a fuss and make a big deal about our relationship and the fact we were hanging around another group of children, when he thought Jay and Ricky had gay parents. As he walked away to do something else, my duo and their friends went back to working on their project. Seeing Jay and Ricky were sufficiently occupied, I walked out toward the ocean, so I could enjoy its watery delights. After I moved out and was standing knee-deep in salt water, I had to struggle a little, just to keep from toppling over. Each time another wave rolled in, it would cause me to loose my balance, not completely, but enough that I would have to fight to keep from falling over. I was concentrating so much on this that I didn't notice Brandon and Danny sneaking up from behind. That was until they began to splash me. However, before I had a chance to turn around and retaliate, they took it one step further and tried to topple me into the surf. Although I was able to maintain my footing, I felt compelled to get even with these devils. "Oh, you're in for it now," I warned them, as I wrapped an arm around each of their slender frames, so I could dump them into the next wave, as it came racing toward us. As they resurfaced from my dunking, I began to playfully wrestle with them, while we were also being jostled by the rhythmic pounding of the incoming tide. Jay and Ricky must have noticed what we were doing and felt left out of the action, so they came darting out in our direction. As soon as they reached our location, they immediately included themselves in the free-for-all, aligned themselves with Danny and Brandon, as they battled Godzilla. After nearly a half hour of this continual pushing and shoving, I took refuge on my beach towel, panting from the exertion and trying to regain my strength. "You getting old?" Ricky asked, noticing my predicament. "Not getting," I announced, "but right now I do feel pretty old." He laughed loudly at my admission and then quickly made sure he repeated it, so everyone else would know what I had said. After lunch, I took the boys on a two-hour boat tour around Chesapeake Bay. It was relaxing, interesting, and the boys were still able to work on their tans. If you've ever been out on a ship the size of a tour boat and felt how it gently swayed back and forth, as it navigated the waves, then you'll know how soothing that sensation can be. Sure, it can be much different when the waves are whipped up due to a storm, but that wasn't the case today, and some of us almost fell asleep due to the rhythmic rocking of the vessel, as we continued to sun ourselves. The two hours seemed to go by quite quickly and we were a little disappointed it was over, when the boat pulled back into the dock. As we disembarked, the boys informed me they wanted to spend some time at the motel pool, rather than go back to the beach. As they put it, they wanted to do some 'actual' swimming for a change, rather than just bob up and down in the ocean. I had no problem with that, so I happily followed them there. There were only a couple of others at the pool when we arrived, so we virtually had the place to ourselves. The first thing I did was to make sure the boys applied more sunscreen to their bodies first, because we'd all been out in the sun for a long time and I worried about them getting sunburned. Once that process had been completed, they challenged me to a race. I wanted to decline their offer, but felt compelled to save face, after their continued taunts of 'old man.' Luckily, it was just a one lapper, which didn't test my endurance too badly, and I was able to beat all four of them from one end of the pool to the other. Even though they challenged me to a rematch, I declined, explaining that they'd had their chance. I guess they didn't want to let me have bragging rights and felt I'd eventually tire and they'd be able to win. However, that wasn't about to happen. Although disappointed by my refusal, we did continue to splash about and occasionally tried to dunk each other, but it was all in fun. We were all pretty exhausted as we headed back to our room, so after dinner, I suggested we go see a movie, instead of doing anything more strenuous. The boys seemed to like that idea, so we asked directions to the nearest complex, figuring we could select what to see once we got there. It seemed to work out fine and we all enjoyed the break. Before we retired for the evening, I also made sure Brandon and Jay 'phone home' again, so they could reassure their parents they were still alive and unharmed. While they were doing that, I turned on the local news and weather, to see if anything interesting was going on. I soon discovered it was a good thing I did, because that's when I learned the weatherman was predicting thunderstorms for Friday. This meant we would be facing the first inclement weather we've had to endure on our vacation, and this new awareness suddenly forced me to plan an alternative activity for that day. Remaining focused, I decided to check out the local attractions' brochure, which is available in most hotel/motel rooms. Utilizing the information I discovered there, it didn't take me long to come up with a substitute activity we could pursue on Friday, just in case the weather did prove to be as dire as the meteorologist was predicting. Since Thursday was still supposed to be a decent day, I took the boys to the Ocean Breeze Amusement Park. As I had at Busch Gardens, I told them where I would be, should they need me for anything, and then I released them to go off and enjoy the attractions on their own. As they did before, each pair would occasionally come back and drag me off with them, thus making sure I went on at least a few of the rides too. Every time they took me with them, it made me smile and appreciate how considerate they were being. By coming back for me every so often, they were showing me that they wanted to make sure I was having a good time too and they weren't merely concerned with their own gratification. Maybe that was another reason I was trying so hard to please them and make sure each of them was having a good time. By early evening, the weather was already beginning to change, as the storm front moved in, so I decided it would probably be best for us to leave before the park closed and return to our room. I was hoping the boys would be able to get in a couple of more hours on the rides before we had to call it a day, but it seemed that wasn't to be. However, seeing this wasn't their first, or last, amusement park visit scheduled during our trip, I wasn't going to become overly concerned about them having to leave early or worry they might be missing out on something. They did grumble a bit about our early departure, but they didn't protest too strongly. They could also see the storm rolling in and hear the distance rumble of thunder, but the first really close lightning strike, which actually hit somewhere across the road leading into the park, was enough to end their objections completely. Not only that, but it also caused the rides to be shut down, as a safety measure. Once we got back to the motel, Ricky and Jay decided they were ready to take their shower and call it a day. Without waiting for a protest from the other pair, they stripped down and raced off to the bathroom. While they were washing up, Jay spied an opportunity and decided he'd have a little fun with Ricky. While Ricky was standing in front of him, with his back toward the redhead, Jay shoved his erect dick into the narrow gap between Ricky's legs and under his ball sac. Before Ricky could react, Jay began to slide his dick in and out, like he was humping him, thinking it was funny. Once he realized what was going on, Ricky thought he'd teach Jay a lesson about doing something like this without asking first, so he clamped his thighs together tightly, in an effort to trap his friend's cock there. Despite his intent, his actions didn't quite immobilize Jay's penis, but instead merely added a new level of pleasure to the act. This increased pressure on his dick began to overwhelm Jay with feelings of extreme sexual enjoyment, so he began to hump even more vigorously against Ricky's backside. Jay was totally lost in the sensations that were rapidly shooting along his rod and those tingling sensations were beginning to spread throughout his loins, signaling that his release was getting closer. Unaware of Jay's enjoyment, Ricky was beginning to tire of this game and began to release his grip on his buddy's love muscle, when Jay began to protest. "No, Ricky, please don't stop me now. Please? Just keep your legs together for a little while longer", he pleaded. "I'm going to cum, but I need you to help me finish." Although not thoroughly pleased by this situation, Ricky did as he was asked and moved his legs back together. As soon as this happened, Jay began to thrust again, with a renewed vigor, in order to regain some of the feeling he had lost when Ricky started to end this activity, without first giving him warning. Just as all of those wonderful sensations were beginning to return, Jay wrapped his arms around Ricky's waist and began to pound into him, as rapidly as he could. Jay was making all sorts of deep, throaty sounds and moaning noises, just before he yelped, "Yes, yes. Oh, God. Uuuuuuuungh." At that moment, his spunk exploded from his throbbing dick and spurted between Ricky's legs, until it began to dribble down his inner thighs. One, two, three, four strings of jizz catapulted from his tube, before his orgasm subsided, and then, slowly, the remaining sperm began to leak from his dickhead and slowly ooze out. Ricky remained almost totally still as this episode came to an end, because he was concerned that Jay might fall and hurt himself, if he shifted from that spot. Patiently, he waited for his friend to recover, even though he wasn't totally happy about what had just transpired. When the redhead finally did begin to move again, Ricky turned around and glared at him. "What the heck was that all about?" he screamed, although not loudly enough for us to hear in the other room. Jay was shocked by Ricky's reaction and immediately became concerned that Ricky was mad at him now, so he felt he needed to explain his actions. "I'm sorry. It started out as a joke... honestly, it did," he told his blond friend, "but when you closed your legs around my dick, I just couldn't stop. It felt so good, even better than when you do it with your hand or mouth. It was totally awesome." "So you just fucked me, without asking?" Ricky shot back. Jay blushed at the insinuation and was convinced Ricky hated him now. "Kind of," he admitted, "but you can do it to me too, if you want," he added, trying to make up for his feelings of guilt and hoping that would be enough to soothe Ricky's anger. Ricky's outburst and following question had actually made Jay feel as if he had forced his friend into an unwanted sexual encounter, almost as if he had raped him or something. "Ricky, if I knew it was going to turn out like that and feel sooooo wonderful, I really would have asked you first," Jay continued to explain, "but this all started out as just a joke. I was just going to make believe I was doing it, thinking that we'd both just get a good laugh from it. I'm really sorry that I couldn't stop, once it began to feel so good." Ricky began to calm down when he realized Jay was trying to rationalize his actions, because he was feeling guilty. Suddenly, Ricky felt nearly as miserable about the misunderstanding as his friend did and wanted to end Jay's discomfort. "Hey, I'm not mad at you, so don't worry about it. Just let me know when you're ready to return the favor, because now I want to try it with you too." Jay was greatly relieved and let out a big sigh, once he comprehended Ricky's response, and smiled warmly in his direction. It was only about a minute later when he gave Ricky the signal that he was ready to go. Since he was now anxious to discover why Jay seemed to like doing this so much, Ricky moved behind his friend, to do what Jay had done to him earlier. The biggest difference was, Ricky knew what the end result would be, where Jay had just fallen into a bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose. Okay, so that's a bad analogy, but what do you want? I had to come up with something to explain the difference. Anyway, Ricky eagerly stuck his penis under Jay's butt, so it extended below his crotch. "Man, this isn't so great," Ricky observed, after a few seconds. "You're legs are rubbing my wiener raw." "Wet it first, then soap it up," Jay suggested. "I had just finished doing that when I saw the opening, and that seemed to help make it slide in and out really easy." Ricky followed Jays suggested and started again. Once he was in position, Jay tightened his legs around Ricky's dick, so Ricky could begin pumping his penis in the vise-like sheath. This time it worked better, and almost immediately, Ricky began to understand why Jay hadn't wanted it to end. Doing this did feel really fantastic. Gradually, Ricky continued to increase the speed of his thrusting and quickly realized it wasn't going to take him long to blow his load. That was because the feelings this activity created were intense and he was already nearing stimulus overload. It only took a few more pumps before Ricky's penis erupted, sending four strong shots of semen spewing under Jay's penis or running down the inside of his legs. Suddenly feeling weak, Ricky grabbed a hold of Jay's shoulders, in order to keep himself upright, and stayed that way until his fleeting strength returned. By the time Jay was able to turn and face him, Ricky had a huge grin plastered across his face. "That was awesome," he announced, emphatically. "I've never fucked before, but that was great." "Actually," Jay began, "I don't think we can call what we did fucking, but for us, it's close enough. I don't know about you, but I don't want any dicks shoved up my ass." "Me either," Ricky agreed. The duo quickly finished their shower and returned to the main room, heading directly toward me. They each bent down and gave me a kiss and hug good night, which momentarily surprised me. Jay had never done anything like this before and Ricky had been a little inhibited about being affectionate in front of the other two, since this trip began. While I sat there stunned, yet enjoying their attention, they walked away and hopped into bed. About forty minutes later, Brandon and Danny jumped in the shower and debated about what they wanted to do tonight. They were still a little tender from their first experience with anal intercourse and not nearly as horny as they might have been otherwise, so it didn't take them long to agree that they would just jerk each other off. Once they had both finished shooting their loads, they dried off, came back into the main room and sat down beside me. We had only been watching TV for a few minutes before either Jay or Ricky farted in their sleep. We weren't sure which of them had been responsible, but it was a smelly one. "Damn, I've got to get some fresh air," Danny announced, before he began pulling back the drapes, so he could open the door to the balcony. As he did this, we all discovered it was pouring outside. The rain coming down in heavy sheets, which immediately depressed both boys, but despite the torrential downpour, they felt it was imperative to leave the door open. "Damn, it looks like we're going to be stuck in the room tomorrow," Danny stated, while frowning about the sudden change in conditions. "No way," I responded. "I heard the long-range weather forecast a couple of days ago and made alternative plans. We'll be indoors all right, but not in our motel room." "What are we going to do then?" Brandon wanted to know. "You'll find out tomorrow morning, just like everyone else," I told him. "Oh, please, Pop. Tell me," Brandon pleaded. "I want to know and I won't tell anyone else. What harm would it do if Danny and I knew tonight?" I looked at him and smiled. I knew he was right, even though I still thought they all needed more practice in dealing with delayed gratification. After thinking about this for a minute longer, I decided I'd already kept them in suspense about most of the trip, so it wouldn't hurt to tell them about tomorrow's itinerary in advance. "All right. I'll give in," I confessed, gaining a jubilant reaction from Brandon. "We're going to go to the Virginia Marine Science Museum. That was my back-up plan. It is something we can still do, even with the bad weather they're predicting." "Sounds good to me," Danny commented. "I'm glad you're on top of things," he added, which almost sounded as if he were insinuating I might be fired, if I'd messed up. "Well, thank you, for that. I do try not to fall asleep at the switch," I told him, "although that isn't always possible. You know, it isn't easy keeping up with, let alone staying ahead of, four teenage boys." They smiled and hugged me, to let me know they appreciated my effort. After that, the three of us decided to call it a night. "Pop, why don't you sleep with us tonight?" Brandon asked. "I'll sleep in the middle, and then you can sleep next to me." This appeared to be important to him, so I decided to do it. "That's fine with me, if it's OK with both of you," I told him, making sure Danny agreed too. The bed was certainly big enough. "Yeah, that would be super, Dad," Danny confirmed, "but I'd like it better if you slept in the middle, so I can be next to you too." "I guess I could live with that," I informed them. "I'd love to be sandwiched between two gorgeous young men like you, as long as you're both okay with it." I let out a nervous little laugh, before I quipped, "I'll happily be the peanut butter, if you two want to be the bread." After they chuckled at my comment, that's just what we did. I positioned myself in the middle of the bed, with both boys cuddled up against me. I had placed an arm under each of their heads and they draped their upper arms over my chest and against each other's arm, while resting their heads upon my upper chest. I would be willing to bet they could even hear my heart beat, as they began to drift off. Mentally, I tried to store this scene for future reference, as it was probably the most cherished moment I'd ever shared with these two. I guess I'd forgotten that even older boys sometimes need a little love and attention from dad too, and now that Brandon was calling me 'Pop,' I guess I could fill that role for him as well. We remained like that throughout the entire night and even had to answer some questions from the dynamic duo about it in the morning. It wasn't surprising that Ricky and Jay woke first, since they also went to bed long before the rest of us as well, but I didn't think they would have made such a big deal over my sleeping with the other pair. After grilling me about why I hadn't slept with them again, I explained that the older boys had felt a little neglected and wanted some of my attention too. Therefore, I decided to spend the evening with them. Once he heard my explanation, Jay promptly informed me that it was okay that I slept with Danny and Brandon, but tonight I was to cuddle with him, since I had spent most of my evenings clinging to Ricky. I guess this confirmed my suspicion that they all needed a little extra attention from me from time to time, so I would try not to forget it again in the future. 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