Date: Sun, 6 Sep 2009 08:47:56 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel:Grand Reopening - Book 7, chapters 21 - 22 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 2 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 21 -- Coping With the Hand You're Dealt. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. Nothing more was said about Frankie until later that evening. The boys had finished showering and we were sitting in the family room, when Trey spoke up. "I just want to thank all of you for coming to help me earlier. I was really scared when Frankie came after me like that." "That's what brothers are for," Dustin told him. "Trey," Ricky added, "one thing we all agree on is that no one has to do anything they don't want to do, except for chores, of course." He made a face when he added the last part and directed it at me. "But I feel like I made you send Frankie away," Trey acknowledged, admitting that he felt guilty about the whole incident. "No, Frankie was the one who made me send Frankie away," I countered. "At first I attempted to reason with him and then I made an effort to explain what type of things are expected and what isn't allowed. When that didn't work, I even tried to just make demands of him, letting him know how he was to behave, but Frankie just didn't want to listen. I only sent him away because I was afraid he might harm someone if he continued living here. That, along with the other things he was involved with." "What do you mean?" Trey asked, still slightly confused. "Look, I eventually realized that Frankie had been the one who organized the party at the house and you guys just covered for him," I began. "That's not quite right," Danny corrected. "Yeah, we all agreed to go along with him," Pat confessed. "We thought it might be fun." "Even if that's true," I countered, "I don't think such a thing would have ever occurred, without his input and influence." The boys just seemed to nod their heads, while looking back and forth at each other. "But that wasn't all he did," I added, "but I've come to accept that Frankie caused his own misfortune." "Wait, what else did he do?" Ricky asked, picking up on my earlier comment. "Just wait here," I told them. "I'll be back in a minute." I left the room, went upstairs, and soon came back to the family room. I walked in and handed the boom box to Kevin and Dustin. "I believe this is yours," I informed them. They looked it over and their faces lit up. "Yes, it is. Where did you find it?" Kevin asked. "I found it in Frankie's room, while I was packing his things up for him to leave," I explained. "Did you find my chain there too?" Danny asked, looking hopeful. "No, I'm afraid I didn't," I admitted. "I also didn't notice him wearing it either, so I'm afraid he probably sold it and spent the cash. I'll get you a new one to replace it, though, and Ricky, Cole and Graham, this is to cover your losses." I held out my hand and gave them a $50 bill. "This should replace the rest of the money he took from you." "I think it's too much, Dad," Ricky said. "You already gave us $20.00 and I don't think we had that much more." "Keep the extra for the trouble and inconvenience," I suggested. Hearing my reply, they smiled and eagerly accepted the money. It was unusually quiet for the rest of the evening, as we all somehow still felt we had failed Frankie. The boys had always said we were there to help whoever needed it, and this was the first time we hadn't succeeded. I think they were learning failure is something you have to live with from time to time, but it's still never easy to accept. I looked at it optimistically, as one of life's important lessons for them. Before long, the boys began leaving me, as they headed up to bed. Dustin talked Trey into helping him assist Kevin, as our wounded warrior climbed up the stairs to my room. Too bad the new master bedroom wasn't ready yet, or he wouldn't have had to go through this. When Kevin finally got there, he sat on the side of the bed to rest. "Trey, did you really mean the things that you wrote on the computer," Kevin asked him, point blank. Trey looked at Kevin, and for some reason he wasn't afraid to admit the truth to either Kevin or Dustin any longer. "Yeah, I did," he confessed, although he still couldn't quite look them squarely in the eyes as he did so. "After we started doing things together, I wanted to do more, but I wasn't sure how you'd react if I asked. I hope that doesn't bother you." "No, not at all," Kevin assured him. "I won't be doing much for a while, but if you don't mind waiting, Dustin and I will do whatever you want when I get better. We've already talked it over earlier and we've both agreed to it." Trey began to beam. "You mean that?" he bubbled, hardly believing his ears. "You two would really do that for me?" "Yeah, if that's what you want," Dustin confirmed. "Heck, we'd be nuts to turn down an offer like that. You're cute, maybe a little skinny, but you've got a nice butt and you're probably really tight." Trey blushed. "I suppose I am," Trey agreed. "I've never had anything up there before. It won't hurt, will it?" "We'll loosen you up first," Kevin assured him. "It may hurt just a little at first, but not for very long. After a short time, it will be feeling great." "Trey, we'd never hurt you," Dustin added, "and we wouldn't do it, unless we thought you'd enjoy it. We're all brothers and we take care of each other and protect each other, so we'll be as gentle as we can." "I've already found out that you guys protect each other," Trey acknowledged, while thinking back to how they came to his rescue earlier, "and now I'm extremely glad I have so many wonderful brothers. When my parents and sister died, I spent most of the time feeling sorry for myself, because I had lost all of the people I cared about and who cared about me. I was totally alone and I was still feeling this way when I first came here. Actually, I'd even kind of convinced myself that I wasn't going to like living here either. Then after learning only boys lived here, I didn't want to leave. Being gay, I can only compare it to a person with a very big sweet tooth getting locked in a candy factory. The problem was, I couldn't go around and sample the treats. I didn't dare tell anyone and couldn't act on my feelings, because I didn't know how you guys would react. I was scared to death you'd find out and afraid I'd make some kind of a mistake, which would cause you to want me to leave." "Why did you think that?" Kevin asked. "I thought we were all pretty nice to you." "You were," Trey agreed, "but I was scared that if you found out I was queer you'd hate me and throw me out. The longer I was here, the more I began to like being here. Then that night in your room, when we did those things, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Then earlier, after Frankie told everyone I was gay and wanted to have sex with you two, I just knew everyone was going to hate me after that. I was prepared to be taken away, instead of Frankie, or maybe even with Frankie. I was so shocked when Mr. Currie wanted me to stay, and now you two just offered to make my dreams come true. I'm so happy I'm living here that I can't even begin to describe it." "Well, we're happy you're here too, Trey," Kevin told him. "Trey, may I ask you a question though?" "Sure, anything," Trey responded, enthusiastically. "Why do you still call Dad Mr. Currie or Josh?" Kevin followed. "I know he thinks you're pretty swell and loves you as much as he does the rest of us." "I know he does and I've thought about calling him 'Dad,' but I just can't get myself do it," he confessed. "For some reason, every time I do, I think of my own dad and I loved him a lot. I just can't see me calling anyone else that." "Well, how about this then?" Kevin began to suggest. "Brandon and Jay call him 'Pop,' heck so do Michael and Robert, now that I think of it. Do you think you might be able to do that, instead of calling him 'Dad'?" "Michael and Robert?" Trey asked, when those names didn't ring a bell. "Yes, Dad's older sons," Kevin told him. "Oh, yeah, I remember hearing about them," Trey mused. "And they call him Pop?" "Yep," Kevin responded, while also nodding his head. "I'm not sure why, but they do." "Oh, okay," Trey mumbled, as he thought about that possibility. "Yeah, I guess I could," he finally agreed. "I never called my dad that, so I guess it would be all right." "I think that would make Dad feel better too," Dustin told him. "I know he says he doesn't mind what we call him, but he loves us all like sons and treats us so well that I think the rest of us feel bad for him, when you and Frankie called him 'Josh' or 'Mr. Currie.' I mean, just look at all he's done for us. He adopted the whole bunch of us boys and I'd be surprised if he didn't offer to adopt you and Pat too. I guess maybe it's more like the rest of us want everyone to call him either 'Dad' or 'Pop'. That way, we'll also feel more like a family too." "You're probably right," Trey conceded, "so I'll try to remember to call him 'Pop' from now on, but remind me if I forget. Okay?" "Yeah, bro," Dustin said, with a huge smile on his face, "we can do that." The three boys sat on the bed, talked some more and were still chatting when I came up to bed. "Okay, I'll see you both in the morning," Kevin told them, as I entered the room. "Sure thing, bro," Dustin quipped back. "Yeah, Kev, I'll see you right after I wake up," Trey confirmed, and then he walked over to me, which came as a surprise. He gave me a big hug and looked up at me, fluttering his eyes. "Good night, Pop, and thanks for earlier," he told me. I immediately caught what he said, but I wasn't sure about his change in attitude. I must admit I might not have caught it if he had called me 'Dad,' but the word 'Pop' stuck out, because outside of my oldest sons, only Brandon and Jay called me that. In response, I smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead. "Good night and I would have done that for any of my sons," I explained, hoping he would catch the full meaning of my statement. He must have, because he immediately gave me another hug right after I said it. As soon as he released his grip on me, Dustin and he went off to bed and I changed Kevin's bandage, before I crawled into bed beside him. Before we fell asleep, Kevin eagerly filled me in on what the three of them had talked about, before I arrived, at least as far as the sex was concerned. After he did that, he also told me about what motivated Trey to start calling me 'Pop.' Concerned about how this had come to pass, I explained they hadn't needed to force Trey into doing it, if he wasn't ready yet, but Kevin insisted Trey was ready. "It wasn't that he didn't think of you as his dad and even wanted to call you that," Kevin informed me, "It was just that he needed another option for the word 'Dad', because of his own father and all. The only thing Dustin or I did was to give him that option." I thanked him and assured him I'd also thank Dustin later. We positioned ourselves to go to sleep and I made sure we stayed on opposite sides of the large bed, so I wouldn't accidentally bump against his healing region. Fortunately, we made it through the night without incident. Kevin seemed to progress nicely throughout the week. Each morning, Dustin and Trey would help him get down the stairs, so he could be where I and everyone else would be. Then, once they got home from school they tried to stay downstairs, around Kevin, unless they needed to use the computer. On Wednesday, I took him back to the physician's office, for his next examination. After being led to the examination room, the doctor came in, examined him and announced Kevin was doing nicely and should be able to return to school the following week, with a few restrictions, of course. We were already planning on the restrictions, but were surprised at how soon the doctor was going to let him go back to class. Kevin's physician also informed us that the biopsy on his testicle, plus the other test they ran after his surgery in the hospital, had all come back. The testicle had indeed been cancerous, but the other tests indicated they had caught it in time, before it had spread to other areas. The doctor wanted to run another series of tests on Kevin in a month, but was confident the problem was now behind us. Kevin and I were both greatly relieved, after hearing the news, so I took him out for a banana split, to celebrate. The other boys were also pleased to hear about the test results later, so it looked as if we would soon be able to resume our normal lives. As ironic as it might seem, the following day the contractor finished up work on the new master bedroom and bath, which meant that Kevin wouldn't have to walk up and down the stairs any longer, even though it was no longer a major problem. I thought it would also be appropriate for me to purchase a new bedroom set, to complete the transition, so I went and did some shopping Friday after work. I picked out a king-sized bed, dresser, chest of drawers and two nightstands, all in a dark walnut finish. I had them delivered and set up the following day, so I officially moved in to my new digs that evening. For the time being, I would leave two rooms that had been created from the upstairs master bedroom unoccupied, until I could decide how we were going to utilize them. I also donated my old bedroom set to the terrible trio, to replace the two twin beds they had pushed together. They wanted to continue to spend most of their time together anyway, and my grandsons would most likely be joining them over the holidays, and this way, no one would have to sleep in the crack between the mattresses. We placed their old twin beds in the two newest rooms, along with splitting up their other furniture and adding a few more pieces to those areas. Now, it would be easier to plan out the Christmas sleeping arrangements, for when my older children came to stay for about a week or so. I also explained to the boys that I doubted they would need to use those recently installed locks any longer, since we were fairly certain our culprit was gone. There was no longer any reason to turn the house into Fort Knox, so the open door policy was back in force, unless they needed a little additional privacy for certain other activities. They all chuckled at my implication, but were nonetheless relieved. Each had secretly worried they'd lose their keys or something worse, and now they wouldn't have to think about such things any longer. "Does this also mean we're no longer grounded?" Ricky asked, hopefully. "Sorry, champ, but that still stands," I informed him. "But, Dad," Cole whined. "You know now that it was Frankie's idea and he was the one who had somebody else buy the beer, so why are we still grounded. "Because you still went along with him," I replied. "Not only that, but you also covered for him, when I asked whose idea it was." "We were kind of scared of him," Ricky admitted. "He threatened to beat the crap out of anyone who told you about it. I don't think he could have really done that to Dustin or Pat... or maybe even Danny, but the rest of us were scared shitless he'd do that to us, if we told on him." "That may be true," I agreed, "but now you have to pay the piper. I'm not going to beat you up, but you still have to finish your punishment." "Daddy, does it still have to be for so long?" Graham asked, but I think the others had coaxed him into doing it. I believe they felt his cuteness would make me vulnerable to his suggestion, so I think my next statement surprised them even more. "Punishment ends December 17th, as originally sentence by the court." They all hung their heads and slunk out of the room, disappointed that a cute young boy and the Christmas Spirit had not gotten me to relent. Chalk that up to another of life's valuable lessons for them. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 2 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 22 -- A Holiday Wish Comes True. December went by quickly. Except for the problems the boys had to cope with concerning their grounding, most of the time went by smoothly. I had given all of them some extra money, which they could use to buy Christmas presents with, and then we talked about how they were going to do this, with so many people to buy for. After considerable discussion, they finally agreed it would be best to pull names from a hat. That way, they could buy that person one really nice gift or a couple of nice gifts, instead of buying a bunch of cheaper gifts for everyone. They all knew they wouldn't get as many presents that way, but they could get something they would appreciate much more. We also decided we'd include my older children in this process as well, to save them from having to buy and lug so many gifts for this monstrous brood, but each group of brothers wanted to buy their own gifts for my grandsons. That would mean three presents for each of the nephews from their uncles. That would be one present from Ricky, Cole, and Graham, one from Dustin, Kevin, and Trey, and one from Danny and Pat. Everyone agreed to this idea and I called the older kids to tell them whose name we had drawn for them. I think they all were quite relieved, and enthused, about our new arrangement too. A little over a week before Christmas, Trey got an early present. It was a Friday night and the boys had finished their showers and just gone up to bed. Kevin had completely healed from his surgery and was back to sleeping with Dustin and Trey. When they walked into the room, Kevin turned toward Trey and smiled. "Do you still want us to make love to you?" he asked. Hearing this simple question caused Trey's eyes to pop out, his mouth to drop open and his face to light up. "You know I do," he squealed in delight. "It's something I've wanted to try for a really long time. I've even been practicing with a carrot." He blushed after admitting this. "Well, how about tonight?" Dustin inquired. "Are you up to it?" "Absolutely, but is Kevin well enough to do it, after his operation and all?" Trey asked, concerned. "I'm fine and all healed," Kevin assured him. "I won't have any problems at all and I'm ready and raring to go. Dusty and I have been talking about this and here's what we think we should do. We've decided I should do it to you first, as I'm not quite as big as Dusty is, then you could do me and then Dusty can do you. Is that too much for your first time?" "Oh, no, that sounds great to me," Trey cooed, before running up and hugging both of the other boys. "You two make me so happy," he gushed. "And we're going to make you feel special too," Dustin added. "After tonight you'll definitely know whether you're gay or not," he teased. "I don't think there's any doubt for me," Trey responded, while giving him a wink. The boys placed Trey on the center of the bed and Dustin began to kiss him, while Kevin took out the baby oil and began to grease up his rear. At first, Kevin placed one finger against Trey's rosebud and slowly traced the oil around the puckered opening. Then he slipped the finger in, but not until Trey received some coaching on relaxation techniques. Instinctively, Trey's body had at first reacted to the invader and tried to keep it out, but Kevin taught him how to take deep breaths and accept it. Trey's body was trembling, either from excitement or pleasure, as Kevin began to slowly stroke his finger in and out of Trey's hot hole. Once Trey began to relax even more, Kevin also made sure to graze Trey's magic button with his invading digit, to increase his pleasure and get him ready for phase two. After that, Kevin inserted a second finger into him and slowly worked it around before he slipped the third digit in as well. Once the trio of fingers had been manipulating in Trey's rectum for a while, Kevin knew he was ready for the big event. Quickly, Kevin lubed his own tool up and then placed himself between the prone boy's spread legs. "Are you ready, Trey?" Kevin asked, to make sure he hadn't had second thoughts about this. "Yeah, real ready," Trey replied. Upon hearing that, Kevin took a pillow, folded it in half and placed it under Trey's hips. This would give him a better angle for entry and thrusting. "Okay. I'm going to push my dick against your hole, so stay relaxed," Kevin warned him. "If it seems like it isn't going to slip in on its own, then push down with your butt muscles, like you're trying to push out a fart." Trey giggled and nodded his head. "Okay, here it goes," Kevin murmured. Kevin pushed the head of his prick against the small opening. Slowly, it gave way and the head of Kevin's pole popped in. Trey groaned slightly, but quickly smiled, to let Kevin know he was fine. Kevin took that as a favorable sign and continued to inch his way into Trey's hot chute. The kid was tight and, even going slowly, Kevin had to fight back the sensations that might bring about an early release. Gradually he worked himself all the way into that tight passage and lay prone across Trey's body, looking into his eyes. "How are you doing?" Kevin asked with some concern. "Wonderful," Trey confirmed. "It hurt a little at first, but it's great to feel you inside me." Kevin bent down and gave him a quick kiss. "I'm going to start sliding in and out of you now, so enjoy the ride. Dustin, you should work on his tits at the same time." Dustin bent down and began to lick and suck on Trey's erect nubs, as Kevin began to utilize a moderately slow pace, as he thrust back and forth. Trey was really moaning and squirming under the double assault and both boys were doing their best to make this as memorable an experience for him as they could. The first time is always memorable, but they wanted to leave him with the impression of the best they had to offer. Kevin had calmed down a little before he started, but he was still extremely aroused. Due to his highly agitated state, it was only a couple of minutes before he felt the pressure of his oncoming discharge. He tried to stop for a while, to let these sensations die down, but as soon as he resumed, they quickly reappeared. Giving in to the inevitable, he made his final thrust home. Once his penis hit bottom and he was all the way in, Kevin's body began to twitch and shudder, just before he unleashed several volleys of his hot boy juice deep into Trey's interior. Trey was screaming in delight, once he felt Kevin's warm juices painting the walls of his intestines, not to mention the wonderful feelings he was getting from Dustin's glorious work on his pecs, and shot off like a rocket. Soon, Kevin collapsed on Trey's abdomen and Dustin found himself having to extricate his head from between the two heaving chests. Trey and Kevin stayed that way for a few more minutes, before Kevin pulled his shrinking violet out of Trey's ass and crashed down beside him. Both boys were still panting, while slowly coming down from that sexual high, so Dustin just sat beside them and stroked their chests. Before he had completely recovered, Kevin asked Dustin to get him ready for Trey, so they'd be ready to go, once Trey recovered. Kevin didn't want to ask Trey to do this, since he wished to allow the now ex-virgin to enjoy the last remnants of his post- orgasmic afterglow. Dustin agreed to do this instead and soon Kevin was ready for Trey, whenever he was also ready. Slowly, Trey returned to earth and began to refocus on things around him. Once Kevin saw he was regaining his sense, he spoke to him. "Well, how was it?" he asked. "I can't even think of any words to tell you how great that was," Trey admitted. "It was so neat, feeling you in there, and you kept hitting something inside me, which sent tingles throughout my whole body. Thank you so much." At that point Trey stopped talking, because he began to get choked up, as tears of joy started to roll down his cheeks. Both boys hugged him, until he was once again in control. "Are you ready for your turn?" Kevin wanted to know, once he seemed to have recovered. "Uh huh," Trey responded simply, while also nodding his head. Dustin helped Trey get up and showed him where to go, as Kevin repositioned himself on the center of the bed. He pushed the pillow under his back and Dustin helped get Trey lined up and ready to go. "You do exactly what Kevin did to you and you'll do fine," Dustin advised him. "I'll kiss him and work on his chest, while you concentrate on what you're supposed to be doing." Trey nodded and moved forward slightly, so his dickhead came into contact with Kevin's skin. At that instant, Kevin quickly reached down and help him line up his cock properly, and then Trey pushed it all the way in. Kevin had no trouble accepting him, because Dustin had stretched him out well beforehand and he was already used to taking Dustin's thicker member. Trey let out a little yelp of delight, as he felt Kevin's hot, smooth lining engulf his throbbing meat, and he had a huge grin on his face, as he looked down at Kevin. Once he got accustomed to this new feeling, Kevin urged him to continue, and soon Trey's hips began thrusting back and forth. As is common with a novice lover, Trey's strokes were short and fairly fast. He was focusing solely on the pleasure of his upcoming release, as he hadn't become aware about how pleasurable the journey can be. He was soon panting and giving a blow-by-blow account of his feelings. "Oh my god, this is so great!" he exclaimed. "This is awesome. Ohhhh, it feels so good. Man... oh, man... I'm going to explode. Oh, god. Oh, god. Here... oh, here it comes. I'm... I'm going to... oh, god I'm going to shoot...ahhhhhhhh, yes, yes. I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuuming." With that pronouncement, Trey unloosed his hot boy spunk into Kevin's bowels. Wave after wave of the warm liquid filled Kevin's gut and he willingly accepted everything Trey had to offer. Soon his young friend was crashing down on top of him, so Kevin wrapped his arms around Trey's upper body, squeezed him to his chest and kissed him all around his face and neck. Dustin had been more alert to what the other two were doing this time and had pulled back, as soon as Trey began his commentary. Kevin held Trey until he had recovered and then let the boy roll off of him and onto the bed beside him. Dustin and Kevin would give him sufficient time to recover, before Dustin gave him one final ride. About twenty minutes later, Trey seemed to be ready for his next experience, so Dustin jokingly asked him if he was ready for the 'main event'. Kevin took exception to Dustin's choice of words and Trey just chuckled at their little, puffed up, bickering episode. Trey finally acknowledged he was not only ready, but also eager to continue, so Dustin oiled up his rod and moved into position. Trey didn't need any more preparation, as he was loose from his session with Kevin, and he was well lubed from the creamy filling Kevin had pumped into his cavity. Dustin proceeded very slowly, because he realized he was considerably thicker than Kevin and Trey would need time to adjust. Trey gasped when Dustin's large head made his sphincter muscles expand farther than they had previously had to, but after a second or two he urged Dustin to keep going. Finally, Dustin worked his entire mast into Trey's hot, willing hole and he looked down at his partner to make certain he was okay. Trey's eyes were slightly glassy, but there was still a thin smile pressed onto his lips, so Dustin began to make a long, slow withdrawal from Trey's chute, before he rammed his monster back home. He continued this slow, steady attack on the boy's arse, as Kevin worked on Trey's upper body, and soon Trey was taking another magic carpet ride. Trey's mind was exploding with flashes of brilliant colors and he was somehow enjoying this experience even more than the first. It wasn't because Dustin was better at it, but mostly due to the fact that the first time everything was so new and all consuming. Not only that, but it happened so quickly that he wasn't able to focus or enjoy all those little pieces that made up the whole. This time he was alert to all of it. Dustin was enjoying the hot, tight ride as well. It was like Trey's channel was embracing every inch of his manhood and literally squeezing the life out of him. Every small movement he made sent pounding waves of pleasure crashing against his shores, which in turn brought him ever so much closer to his eruption. Trey was even beginning to learn how to thrust back to meet Dustin's movements and that only meant Dustin would cum even sooner. Dustin's breathing was becoming very labored as his orgasm neared, and soon he could hold out no longer. He unwillingly gave in and his prick burst open, spewing its thick, gooey load inside his partner. Trey had been nearly as vocal this time as he was the last, and made certain he let his partners know he was enjoying this immensely. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god. I can't take much more. This is fantastic. It's wonderful. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh, yes... yes... ohhhhhhhhh... I feel it... I feel your spunk inside me... oh, god. Yessssssssssssssssssssss," he hissed, as both of them collapsed from exhaustion. There was nearly total silence in the room for the next several minutes, as all of the boys lay panting and sweating on the bed. For quite a while after that, their chests continued to heave, as their bodies trembled from pure enjoyment. They remained like this until they had all fully recovered and then they repositioned themselves, with Trey in the middle, and fell asleep. The next morning the three of them left their room, only to run into Danny and Pat in the hall. "What the hell were you guys doing in there last night?" Danny grinned. "It sounded like you were torturing poor Trey." Trey immediately turned red, but Dustin and Kevin only laughed. "I don't think he'd call it torture," Dustin answered, "although he did get a little loud. We didn't hurt you or anything, did we, Trey?" Trey was nearly unable to answer, because he was so embarrassed when he realized the other two knew what they had been up to. "No. No one hurt me at all," he stammered. "Well, it sounded like someone was either being killed or having one hell of a good time," Pat added. "So I guess, if you weren't getting hurt, you must have been having a great deal of fun." Trey couldn't answer, but his face was so red he could have camouflaged himself on a fire truck at that moment. Kevin took up the slack and responded for him. "I can't speak for the others, but I know I had fun. What about you two? Did you enjoy last night or what?" "I sure did," Dustin responded. "I haven't had that much fun in a long time. How about you, Trey? You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Trey only nodded his head up and down, as he looked at the floor. Danny and Pat decided to let him off of the hook and went downstairs laughing and still joking with each other. "Why did you guys do that to me?" Trey asked them. "You mean last night?" Dustin wondered. "No, just now," Trey clarified. "You might as well have just told them what we did, because I think you just about confirmed it for them." "Heck, they don't care," Kevin informed him. "The same thing goes on in Danny's room from time to time. They were just having a little fun with you." "Well, it didn't feel like fun," Trey replied. "I was so embarrassed, because they knew what we did." "Why?" Dustin asked simply. "They do it too." "Just because," Trey responded, not knowing how to put his feelings into words. "Don't worry about it," Kevin told him. "No one cares what we do in the privacy of our own rooms, as long as everyone is a willing participant. They just like to tease people and watch them squirm and blush, whenever someone new does something. You did a real good job at that." Dustin and Kevin started laughing, as Trey tried to figure out a way to get back at them. "Well, you two certainly weren't any help," he informed them. "You should have warned me or something." "We didn't know they'd be out here," Dustin replied, "and I don't think they planned it that way. It was just pure luck." "With that kind of luck, I guess there's no need for me to play the lottery," Trey joked. "You're too young anyway," Dusting shot back. "Your luck's not that bad, though. You ended up here with us, didn't you?" "Yeah, you're right," Trey admitted, while starting to loosen up. "I guess I was pretty lucky at that. Thanks for last night, guys, but I still have to think about how I can get even with all of you for this morning." "You better not," Dustin chortled, "or we'll tell the three little monsters what happened and then sick them on you too." "Okay, you win," Trey conceded. "I won't do anything to you and you won't tell them. Agreed?' "Well, if we have to," Kevin teased. "You have to," Trey stated, firmly. "Now, let's go eat." E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com - but please put the story title in the subject line, so it doesn't get deleted as junk mail.