Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2009 14:06:51 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 3, chapters 1, 2 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 1 -- The Announcement. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. It was Sunday afternoon, May 23rd, and I called the boys into the living room for a little family meeting. Since they were unsure as to the reason I had summoned them, they came into the room asking questions such as, 'What's up?' or 'What do you want us for?' In order to keep from answering the same questions repeatedly, I merely told them to be patient and they'd soon find out. I waited until everyone was seated and quiet, before I began. "I know most of you were disappointed when I explained you couldn't sign up for summer sports this year. I also know you were upset because I wouldn't give you a specific reason why either. At the time, all I would tell you was that I had something else planned, but wouldn't go into details about it. I did try to make it a little easier for you to swallow by letting you know these plans would be very special and would more than make up for the sports you were going to miss out on, but I realized some of you were still not mollified by my explanation. Well, now I'm finally ready to let you know what my summer plans for us are." The room was suddenly filled with many excited faces, as they awaited my announcement. Some of them were murmuring comments to each other, speculating about what I might have to say. Although most of them guessed it had something to do with our vacation plans, I doubted any of them would guess what I was about to tell them. Since I was also curious as to what their fertile imaginations would come up with, seeing as sometimes their speculations gave me inspiration for future plans, I gave them a few seconds to get this out of their system and listened to what they were saying. When their discussions began to die out, I continued. "Nicky and Jordan will be arriving next weekend and we'll be leaving on our vacation starting June 5th. Your nephews will be staying with us until their parents join us later, because I wanted them to be part of most of the things I have planned." Although all of the boys seemed pleased to hear this, Ricky, Cole and Graham were ecstatic. They didn't realize they'd be spending that much time with the two little ones. However, their attention returned to me, as I continued my explanation. "This year, our vacation will be in two parts. First, we're going to fly to Arizona. I've already rented a van, which we'll pick up at the airport, so we can do some sightseeing as we drive around the state. I'm not saying how long we're going to be gone, as we're going to play that by ear." This wasn't exactly true, since I did have a very definite timetable set, but I didn't want to give away all of my secrets just yet. "When we finally leave there, we will come back home, but only for a short time." Suddenly the boys were all buzzing again. I heard comments such as, 'Did he say that was going to be part of the joint vacation, because he didn't talk about the others meeting us there?' or 'Why are we coming back home in between and why only for a short while?' I was not only pleased to see they had been listening to what I said, but also thrilled they were still somewhat befuddled. When I felt the moment was right, I continued. "On July 24th, we will be leaving on a second trip, which will also double as our joint vacation with your older brothers and sisters. At that time, we'll fly to London and spend two weeks touring England with the entire family, before they return home. Nicky and Jordan will be going back with their parents when they leave, but the rest of us will be spending an additional two weeks there, on our own. I have other things I'd like to do while we're there, but I knew the working members of the family couldn't afford to take that much time off from their jobs. Any questions?" Any questions? It was like a town meeting where everyone in attendance was against a proposed project and tried to make their points at the same time. All the boys were speaking at once and I had to get them quiet, before I could point to them one at a time, so I could hear what they wanted to say. They asked things like: 'What are we going to do?' 'What are we going to be seeing?' 'What should we pack?' and 'Should we take long pants too, or just shorts?' In addition to those, Graham wanted to know why Jordan and Nicky weren't going to stay with us the whole time. "There are two reasons for that," I told him. "First, it's basically easier for them to go at that time and I didn't want to take them away from their parents for the entire summer. Second, and most important, the things I have planned wouldn't be appropriate or as enjoyable for someone as young as they are." Although this answered the question, it started a whole new round of speculation about what things I might have planned that would fit my most recent description. Once those and their other questions were out of the way, I continued. "I spoke with Brandon and Jay's parents a couple of months ago and they have agreed to let both boys go with us. As you all know, Brandon will be living here by then anyway, but I didn't want to invite one and not the other. They are just like sons to me too, and I really wanted them to be part of this trip. I think their parents felt the same way. Even though it means they won't be seeing much of their sons this summer, they were happy to let them join us." Trey was waving his arms in the air, to get my attention. It was his way of letting me know he had another question. I signaled him that he had the floor and he began to speak. "Are you going to take Carlos, too?" "Yeah," Pat chimed in. "I'll bet he's never been on a vacation or seen many other places." Honestly, I felt bad that I'd never even thought about him joining us, at least not since he went back to live with his mother. "You're correct and I'm ashamed to say that I hadn't considered that option. I'll call his mother as soon as we get done here and ask if she would agree to let him become part of our plans. If she does, I'll put a special rush request in to get a passport for him. Hopefully, it will arrive by the time we're ready to leave the country. I pray we don't have a problem getting him one, because of their residence status in this country. "Trey, I'm pleased you suggested it, though," I added, which caused Trey to sit up a little straighter from the recognition. "I'm impressed you were able to think about Carlos first, before immersing yourself in thoughts about what you will be doing or how much fun you're going to have." Trey just shrugged his shoulders, like it was no big deal, but he had shown a great deal of thoughtfulness and consideration by thinking of Carlos. His brothers made sure to thank him for bringing up Carlos too. Just before we finished our discussion, I told them we would be doing some shopping just as soon as my grandsons arrived. It was so I'd be able to purchase additional appropriate items for all of them, things they'd need on the trip. I'd also be buying some new luggage to use, since we didn't have a sufficient quantity of pieces at our disposal. Since there would be sixteen boys on the trip, including my grandsons and not counting me, we would also need sixteen suitcases. I felt Jordan and Nicky could share one piece, since their clothing was smaller and they probably wouldn't be taking as many additional items as the others. I made an additional plan too, by assigning the boys to the luggage in pairs. Even though each boy would still have his own suitcase, I wanted each person to pack half of their things in their own suitcase and half in their partner's. That way, if a suitcase did get lost on the flight, the boys would still have part of their clothing until the missing item was located. I would split my clothing with Nicky and Jordan's, so we wouldn't need an additional piece. The suitcases would be identical, except for color, but even some of those would match as well, since they only make luggage in so many different tints. The boys thought splitting their things between two separate suitcases was a pretty clever idea, but it was born purely out of necessity. You see, I had lost luggage on trips in the past and knew the consequences, so I didn't want to ruin our vacation due to someone else's error. Hopefully, this will help us avoid such a pitfall. "By the way, these trips were also part of the reason I bought all of those hand-held games and personal CD players for you last Christmas," I added, regaining their attention. "They are intended to make the trip more enjoyable and the time to pass more quickly. If you aren't sure about that, just ask Sammy and Andrew. They already know how useful those items can be." Sammy and Andrew added their words of agreement, which only strengthened my point. "I will take the games with me, in my carry-on bag, with a full supply of replacement batteries. You will be responsible for your own CD player and whatever else you think you might want to bring along." The boys were satisfied with everything that was said and discussed, and the meeting soon broke up, so they could start planning what they needed or wanted to take with them. A couple of days later, while Sammy and Andrew were at the house of one of their new friends, I held another impromptu meeting with the remaining boys. It was so I could lay down some ground rules for the trip, without making Sammy and Andrew feel badly. Once I had them all together, I briefed them about my plan. "Whenever we stop at a hotel or motel, I will rent four rooms," I announced. "I will have Sammy, Andrew, Jordan and Nicky stay in the room with me, because I don't want them to become involved in your sexual escapades. Sammy and Andrew have given no signals they are ready for such things yet, and Jordan and Nicky are far too young to be involved." Many of the boys immediately, and vociferously, objected to this proposal, because they wanted to be able to spend time with the younger boys at night too. This led to a lengthy discussion, after which we reached a compromise. On the trip, only one room would be set aside for any sexual activity on any given night. We would establish a rotating schedule for the various boys to use that room and they could do whatever they wanted to at night, as long as all parties were agreeable. That way, the boys in the other two rooms could invite one or more of the younger boys to join them for the evening, and I wouldn't have to worry about them getting roped into joining or viewing something they weren't ready for. Everyone seemed satisfied with the proposal. After that was settled, I asked all of the boys to notify me as to whom their primary partner was going to be during the trip, although most of those pairs were obvious even before we started this discussion. I was somewhat surprised and pleased at Pat's choice, since he informed me he wanted to team up with Carlos. Once that had been established, I wrote down a quick schedule, rotating the pairs who would be using the 'sex room.' I did this by labeling the room with a pair of numbers, from one to six, so it wouldn't look as if I was showing any favoritism. After that was completed, each pair pulled a number out of a hat, which they would use to match up to the schedule. This way, they would know in advance what night(s) they would be allowed to use it, so they could make plans, if that was what they desired. This meant they would get to use the room on average of once every three days, which I felt wouldn't put any undue stress on their raging hormones. I also thought it was the perfect solution to the problem, especially since it had been their idea to begin with. The next week was a buzz of activity, as the boys began their preparations. Brandon and Jay were over a great deal of the time too and I remembered to check to make sure they each had personal CD players, which they did. I advised them to bring them with them, along with whatever CD's they wanted to listen to on the trip. I finally got in contact with Carlos' mom and she was thrilled that we wanted to include her son in our plans. I corrected her and told her he was 'our son,' meaning hers AND mine, which caused her to giggle. After that, I assured her Carlos would always be included in my family's plans and explained the boys also wanted him to join us, as much as I did. I then explained in detail how long we'd be gone and a rough idea about what we'd be doing. The length away did bother her a little, but she felt Carlos would benefit from it and didn't want to rob him of such a tremendous opportunity. I thanked her for trusting me with her son, to which she replied, "Senior Currie, you forget. Carlos is OUR son," before she giggled again. I apologized for my short-term memory loss, which only caused her to laugh yet again. Since everything had been agreed to, I made plans to go visit them in two days, so Carlos' mother could sign papers for the passport and we could get that process started before we left. She told me she wouldn't tell Carlos anything about the vacation, so I could tell him when I visited. I thanked her for that small favor and confided that I couldn't wait to see his reaction when I announced our plans. I also warned her I'd bring him back with me at that time, if that was all right with her, so I wouldn't have to make another trip. She said it would be fine, for which I was grateful. When the day came, I drove to Philadelphia alone, since I figured the boys would get more than enough travel time in over the upcoming weeks. When Carlos saw me, he wanted to know why I was there and wondered if there was some sort of problem. When I told him the reason for my visit, he went absolutely crazy. I've never seen a kid so excited before, and I'd seen many excited children, both at home and at school. He jumped, screamed and ran around the apartment, before stopping to hug his mother and completely lifting her off of the floor in the process. Once he had her in the air, he swung her around in a circle, like he was playing with a rather large stuffed animal, before setting her down again, much to her relief. Carlos then raced over to thank me, by grasping me around the chest in such a powerful hug that I was finding it somewhat difficult to breathe. He may be short in stature, but he has quite a grip. When I finally got him to release his hold, I looked down and noticed he was crying. When I asked him if anything was wrong, thinking he might have hurt himself in his exuberant celebration, he merely informed me he was just so happy that he couldn't hold back the tears. Now, I was even happier than before that the boys had been wiser than I and remembered to ask about bringing him along. It took Carlos a little time to get his things together, even though his mother had managed to get most of his things ready without him noticing it. After many hugs and numerous kisses from his mother, she finally let go of him long enough for us to leave. She followed us down to the van and waved until we drove out of sight, although we both felt she might have continued waving even longer than that. After I returned home with our guest, the boys greeted him enthusiastically. After a few hours of raucous reunion and getting reacquainted, things settled down a bit. It seemed to stay that way until my grandsons showed up, which set everyone off again. As soon as I could get them to calm down again, we set out to do our shopping and pick up the additional things I felt we might need. The store management and security were experiencing their worst nightmare with so many boys running about and picking up things, although those items either ended up in one of our shopping carts or were returned to where the boys had picked them up. They needn't have worried, but I certainly understood why they would, without knowing my boys as I did. When we returned home from our shopping spree, I had the boys place everything we'd picked up in their individual pieces of luggage, to make sure nothing was left behind accidentally. After reminding them to leave out what they planned to wear on the day we left, I also asked them to pack whatever other items they planned to take with them, so everything would be set. Once they'd finished, I had them place all of the suitcases in the living room, until we were ready to leave. The final few days before our vacation were a blur of activity and my biggest job was keeping everyone's feet on the ground, while their heads stayed in the clouds. Steve volunteered to drive us to the airport, since we were leaving out of Pittsburgh, and I happily accepted. His offer took a big load off my mind, since I really didn't want to leave my new van in airport parking for that long a duration. Who knows what it might have looked like by the time we returned, if it were still there at all. The morning of our departure, the boys were all up and getting ready before my alarm went off, thanks to our human alarm clocks. I prepared us all a rather large and substantial breakfast, so none of us would become hungry right away, because I figured it might be some time before our next meal. After the boys wolfed it down, I tied the last of the luggage to the roof of the van, counted noses and we were all set to leave. The boys eagerly slid into their seats, after some minor bickering over who was going to sit where, and then I drove down to the Shay residence to pick up Steve. Within minutes, we were off to the airport. For the majority of the boys, this was going to be their first time on an airplane. They were excited, yet a bundle of nerves at the same time. Sammy and Andrew, who were now my flying experts, were doing their best to tell the others what to expect, in an attempt to lessen their concerns. It was cute to watch the two youngest, outside of my grandsons, trying to calm and inform their older brothers. They were very patient, answered all the questions put to them and became my unofficial little flight attendants for this trip. By the time we boarded our jet, the boys were all prepared for what awaited them. I had taken a seat on the aisle, so I could watch all of the others, as our plane taxied and got into position for take-off. When the pilots revved-up the engines, in preparation for lift- off, I noticed some of the boys tensing up. I could see their bodies stiffen, the muscles in their arms and necks bulge and their knuckles grow white as they gripped the armrests. Sammy and Andrew did their best to convince them this was normal, but it didn't placate all of them. Some still remained rigidly attached to various parts of their seats, as we lurched down the runway. The liftoff was smooth and everyone relaxed, once we were in the air. That was, until we hit our first bout with turbulence. Experiencing the sudden feeling that the plane was dropping from the sky, even though it didn't last for very long, made most of them more than a little jittery. They later agreed that it gave them an impression similar to what they'd experience during the first downward lunge on a roller coaster ride. You know what I'm talking about. It's the sensation where you feel as if your heart is lodged in your throat and you've left your stomach behind. Well, that occurrence set a few of the boys on edge for a bit, and they only started to relax a little, after it was explained to them what had happened and why. They weren't thrilled about it, since they also knew it might occur again at any time, however, they now understood what had taken place and accepted it for what it was. Before long, the boys were immersed in a variety of activities. Some were looking out the windows, while others were chatting, listening to their CD players or playing with one of the hand-held games. Of course, there were those passengers who noticed us interacting and wanted to know what type of group we were. As usual, many of them didn't believe our response at first, after looking from the blonds, brunettes and the redhead, and then scanning the Orientals, black and Hispanic that made up our family. After we volunteered more information about how we happened to come together, they finally began to accept what we told them. One older couple, in particular, was very interested in the boys' stories and talked to nearly every one of them before we landed. I think the boys enjoyed this visit nearly as much as the older couple did. We had now been on the plane for a couple of hours, so I wasn't surprised when the pilot announced it was time to prepare for landing in Phoenix. A new round of tension suddenly gripped the boys, when they thought about what this meant. Here we were in this huge metal 'can,' hurtling through the sky, and it would now have to land on a small, asphalt strip and slow drastically, without crashing during any of those steps. Soon, some of my clan was beset with a self-inflicted variety of rigor mortis, as the plane eased its way toward the tarmac. Some of the boys were brave enough to look out the windows, to see what it was like, but most didn't want to observe what was coming next. Sammy was getting a kick out of his brothers' reactions, as he thought back to his first flight and remembered how he had been similarly frightened about his first landing. Now he was an old pro at this and it didn't bother him at all. Finally, when all of the tires screeched from hitting the macadam and the pilots reversed the thrust of the engines and applied the brakes, bringing the plane to a crawl, many of my boys erupted in an involuntary cheer. I was glad I didn't have to check their underwear to make sure they had survived the process without accident, since I wasn't certain if they'd all been successful. As we were preparing to disembark, the older couple that had been chatting with the boys earlier said good-bye to us, but not before asking for our last name and inquiring if I would be willing to give them our address, so they could keep in touch. I gladly wrote it down for them, thanked them for their interest and concern, and walked with them as we all went to the baggage area to collect our things. The boys hugged both of them as we went our separate ways and it was almost as if I were watching them say good-bye to their grandparents. Needless to say, I think this touched the couple even more. I believe I saw a few tears being shed as they headed to catch their next ride. The rest of us made our way over to the car rental counter, where I picked up the keys for a very large van, which was waiting for us there. After quickly loading our baggage and the boys inside, I checked the map one final time and headed up I-17, toward Flagstaff. An hour or so later, we stopped at a diner along the highway for lunch. The boys ate as if they had never seen food before and the waitresses got a kick out of their appetites. One of the employees even convinced her manager to throw in desserts with the meal, considering what our total tab was adding up to. Yet again we were asked what kind of a group we were, and once more we had to deliver our explanation of how we had become a family. When the boys had finished devouring a week's worth of the restaurant's food supply, I paid the tab and left a nice tip, before we continued our trip north, ready to make our first sight-seeing stop. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 2 -- Welcome to Arizona. About an hour after leaving the airport, we were pulling up to the Montezuma Castle National Monument. Although it isn't really a castle and Montezuma was never anywhere close to this place during his lifetime, it is still the best-preserved cliff dwelling ruins in North America. I wanted the boys to see it and get a feel for how the earliest Native Americans had lived. In that same spirit, we also visited the small museum there, spoke to some of the park rangers and then went out and walked along the trail. Although it was also educational, it seemed more like a hike in an unfamiliar setting, possibly even during a different era, and I think we all found it quite pleasant. I suspect the boys enjoyed their visit there, because a lengthy discussion ensued as we were leaving, as the boys compared their ideas about what it would have been like to have lived in that region when those first Americans initially inhabited the cliffs. In fact, that particular conversation continued, even as we reached Flagstaff. We didn't stop, however, at least not this trip. Instead, we went east on I-40, toward Winslow. From there, we turned north again and traveled a short distance farther, to the Homolovi Ruins State Park. This place is situated just south of the Navajo Nation and the Hopi Indian Reservation. Here we got to see four major pueblo sites that had been occupied from 1200 to 1425, still prior to the first Europeans arriving in the new world, by the ancestors of today's Hopi Indians. It wasn't as impressive as our first stop, but it did add to the boys' understanding about these people. Even though it was still fairly early by the time we finished there, the boys were letting me know it was time to eat. For that reason, we decided to drive back to Flagstaff, check into our motel rooms, clean up quickly and then go to dinner. While we were at the motel, I also made a few quick calls to several nearby restaurants, until I found one that could accommodate our group at this late notice. Once the reservation was made, I hurried everyone back into the van. It was a clean restaurant, nothing especially fancy, but we all had an enjoyable meal. When we got back to the motel, the boys went to their rooms for the evening. They were all tired and wanted to call it a day, and I think most of this had to do with the time zone difference. Arizona was two time zones, or two hours earlier than Pennsylvania, so even though it was only 9:00 here, it felt later and we had all been up since very early that morning. Therefore, I quickly acquiesced to their suggestion. Tonight, all four of the little ones where going to share a room with me, so I took them back to our temporary quarters and gave them their baths, in pairs. Jordan and Sammy wanted to bathe together and so did Nicky and Andrew, none of which surprised me. It worked out well, as the boys had fun horsing around in the tub - happy to be together. When we came out of the bathroom, I sat in a chair to relax, but soon discovered three little bodies climbing on me. Everyone, but Sammy, had decided they wanted to sit on my lap. I think he either felt he was too old to do that now or just wanted to allow the others the opportunity, since there would not have been room for a fourth body. Even three was getting to be a squeeze. Happily, though, I made room for Andrew and my two grandsons on my lap and enjoyed a little cuddle time with them. They were all kind of sleepy, so it was very laid back. When I suggested it was time for them to hop into bed, all four boys notified me they wanted to sleep together, on one of the two double beds in the room. Seeing they were small enough to still fit comfortably, I let them, while I spent the night alone on the other double bed. Through the luck of the draw, the first night in the 'sex room' belonged to Ricky and Jay (who had drawn the number one when we drew lots before we left) and Danny and Brandon (who had pulled the number two). When I realized that particular foursome would be together again, it brought back memories of the first vacation we had all taken together, way back when. This led me to believe those four boys might have an encounter with the feeling of déjà vu this evening. Once the door to their room was closed and locked, Danny was the one who broached the subject of what they wanted to do. "Well," he began, "do you two want to just stay with each other or would you like for all of us to do something together?" Jay looked at Ricky before he answered. "We don't mind doing something with you two, do we, Ricky?" "Yeah, it's okay with me, as long as it doesn't include any of the butt stuff," Ricky answered. "That's too bad, because you don't know what you're missing," Brandon teased, "but we'll do whatever you want." Ricky looked at Brandon for a few seconds before he responded. "You mean you like having Danny shove his big dick up your ass?" "Yeah, I do," Brandon replied, honestly. "Doesn't it hurt?" Jay wanted to know. "Maybe it did a little at first," he admitted, "but now it just feels really great, just as good when you do it to someone else." "Yeah, I bet that it feels good to do it," Ricky said, almost without thinking. "I've kind of wondered what it would feel like." "Well, if you two want," Danny offered, "you can do it to us and you won't have to let us do it back. What do you think of that idea?" Jay looked like he was going to bust a gut with excitement, but Ricky soon turned a cold shower on Jay. "No, I won't do it if I'm not willing to do the same thing for you. It wouldn't be fair." "Ricky, Danny and I won't mind if you don't want to do the same for us," Brandon told him. "We'll let you guys try it with no strings attached." Jay lit up again, but it didn't take long for that light to dim too. "No, it wouldn't be right," Ricky responded, sticking to his conviction of fair play. "I just can't take advantage of you guys like that." "What if I give you an alternative?" Danny asked him. "What if you let us do it between your legs, like we did in the shower on the first vacation, or if you let us do it in your butt crack, without really sticking it up your butt?" "I'm not sure what you mean by the second thing, but I'll do the first one if that's all right with you," he finally agreed. "Well, the second option is just that we would rub our cocks back and forth in your crack, pushing your ass cheeks together so it feels like we're inside you. We'd never go in you, though." Ricky looked at Jay and saw how much he wanted to try it. "Okay. We'll do either of those two ways, if you guys still want to do it." "Great," Brandon said excitedly. "Who wants to be with whom?" Ricky and Jay both grinned. "I think I'd like to be with Danny," Ricky said. "It would kind of be like old times, when he and I did things together, when there were just the two of us with Dad." "You still remember that?" Danny asked. "To me, it seems like only yesterday that it happened, but I wasn't sure you still remembered it. We were both really inexperienced and didn't know very much, did we?" "Yeah, I guess we were pretty dumb about sex back then, weren't we?" Ricky answered. "But I'll never forget how special or how good you made me feel." "Hey, you were my first brother and that was important and special to me too," Danny assured him. "No matter what else happens, nothing will ever change that." "No, it won't, will it, bro?" Ricky agreed. "I'm glad that you were my first brother AND my first sex partner." "Me too." Danny stated, trying not to choke up from the emotional current welling up inside him. "Okay, enough of this stroll down memory lane," Brandon chuckled. "Who wants to go first?" "Why don't we let Ricky and Jay go first?" Danny offered. "Otherwise, they'll get so excited they'll blow their load before they even get it in us." "Very funny," Ricky shot back, "but we won't argue about going first." "All right," Brandon said. "We'll explain to you what you'll need to do then." Danny quickly went into his things and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. Danny and Ricky got on one bed and Brandon and Jay got on the other. They were all doing a little kissing and petting before the older pair instructed them on how to loosen up their anus. Although Danny and Brandon probably didn't need this, since it hadn't been that long since they'd had sex, they felt it best that Ricky and Jay learn the correct way to do this, in case they decided to try it with someone else later. Ricky wasn't too sure about doing this, since he wasn't too keen on the idea of putting his fingers in someone else's butt, but Jay showed no hesitation at all. Finally, after thinking about it a few seconds, Ricky realized his objection was silly. If he was going to shove his dick up there, why should he hesitate about doing the same thing with his fingers? Therefore, he went along and did as he had been instructed. Before very few minutes had passed, Danny and Brandon were greased up, stretched out and ready to go. Eagerly, they lay on their backs and pulled their legs against their chests, letting the other pair know they were ready for action. Their rosebuds were winking at the virginal duo, as the younger boys rubbed some more KY onto their own dicks. Jay drew his foreskin back before he started and then both boys moved forward for their first attempt at anal intercourse. Under warnings from the older ones to 'go slow,' the rookies placed the heads of their cocks against the muscular rings and began to add a little pressure. They both slid in fairly easily, as the other two were fairly accustomed to this activity, and soon their penises were completely engulfed in the older pair's warm, moist holes. Ricky swooned at the wonderful feeling of being inside Danny, while Jay almost shot his load as he entered Brandon. Both of the older boys sensed this excitement and lack of control in their temporary lovers, so they wrapped their legs around their partners' hips and held them in place, at least long enough for them to regain some control and allow their juices to simmer down. When they felt the younger duo was ready to go, Danny and Brandon pulled their legs back to their chest and told their partners to 'go ahead.' Ricky and Jay both began to withdraw their meat, so they could plunge it back into the willing hole in front of them. Jay misjudged the length of his own pole and plopped out of Brandon rear entrance, which caused him to have to scramble frantically to re-grip his boyhood, line it back up and push it into the tunnel it had slipped out of. Eventually, they both got a rhythm going and were happily pumping their way to heaven. It only took Jay a couple of minutes before he reached the brink again, so now he was slamming into Brandon with very short, rapid strokes. Suddenly he arched his back, drove all the way into Brandon's rectum, and emptied his creamy load deep into Brandon's bowels. When he was completely drained, Jay fell forward onto his partner's chest, so Brandon wrapped his arms around him and hugged tightly. On the other bed, Ricky was still pumping into Danny, using fairly long, moderately paced strokes. Danny was encouraging his brother, telling him how well he was doing and how much he was enjoying it, when Ricky started to speed up his pace. Ricky was now like a man possessed, knowing he was almost ready to blow his wad up Danny's ass, so he pumped in and out of Danny like he was drilling for oil. Another minute of this frantic action was all it took and Ricky made his final thrust, before letting loose a tidal wave of spunk into Danny's gut. Once he had emptied his load, Ricky collapsed on his brother, totally exhausted. Danny lovingly hugged and kissed him, as soon as he regained his senses, and held onto Ricky until he, too, came down from his high. "God, that was absolutely awesome!" Ricky exclaimed, as soon as he could speak again. "I figured it would be good, but I didn't think that it would be THAT good. I wonder if it will be that incredible when I do it with a girl?" "I don't know," Jay added, overhearing the conversation, "but I can't imagine it being any better than this. Thanks, guys, that was terrific." A couple of minutes later, the younger pair was ready to return the favor. They talked it over with their partners and agreed about how they wanted to do it. Brandon was willing to do it between Jay's legs, since that's what Jay preferred. Therefore, Brandon used the KY to add a generous supply of lube to Jay's inner thighs, before he added an equally thick coating to his own rod. He had Jay get on all fours, so he could slide in behind him, and then positioned his penis and had Jay close his legs tightly around his meat. Once they were situated, he placed his hands on Jay's hips and began to piston back and forth, allowing Jay's fleshy thighs to stimulate him to orgasm. This wasn't going to be a quick ride, as Brandon was experienced and not prone to shoot quickly. The blond was enjoying this experience almost as much as if he were actually having anal intercourse, taking it nice and easy and relishing every sensation. Brandon's erection was also stimulating Jay's scrotum, as it brushed under the sensitive fleshy sac, and their cocks would occasionally rub together, as Jay's flaccid penis swayed with the motion of this activity. As this continued to happen, it caused Jay to become hard again, just as Brandon switched into second gear and started to go a little faster. Brandon was nearly ready for his sprint to the finish line and continually increased his pace, ramming his dick harder and faster between Jay's thighs. When he reached the point of no return, he thrust all the way forward, unleashed his load all over Jay's stomach and arms, just before Jay's own dick surprisingly erupted in his second climax of the night. Both boys collapsed on the bed and lay there, trying to recover. On the other bed, Ricky lay on his stomach as Danny put a big wad of KY between his butt cheeks and rubbed it up and down the length of his crack. Then Danny coated his own stiffy with a generous amount of lubricant and straddled Ricky's waist. He asked Ricky if he was sure he was ready and Ricky told him to go ahead. Danny pulled Ricky's butt cheeks apart, slid his lumber in between the two fleshy globes and then put his hands on either side of Ricky's firm mounds and pushed them together, to surround his cock. Danny took a few moments to enjoy the wonderful feeling of his penis being buried between those muscular cheeks, but eventually gave in to his urges and began to rock back and forth. The pleasure he received from sliding his erection up and down the length of Ricky's crack was greater than he'd anticipated. Ricky added to this sensation, by tensing his ass muscles, so they would squeeze Danny's joystick, as it slid to and fro. He wanted to make sure Danny received as much pleasure from this, as Ricky had experienced when he had been on top. Danny could sense Ricky's extra effort and appreciated the thought and effort behind it. After continuing his steady strokes for a few minutes, Danny redoubled his pace, now sliding in and out of those voluptuous mounds like a hot knife through butter. He was going faster and faster, nearing his zenith, when his dick exploded, spewing ropes of sticky spunk from between those wonderful buns and across Ricky's back. After the last of his juice oozed from the tiny slit at the end of his dick, he rolled off of Ricky and plopped down on the bed beside him. Ricky kissed him, gave him a huge hug and thanked him for the fun night. After cleaning up, the boys decided to sleep with their recent sex partner for the evening, instead of with their normal bunkmate. They were all very tired, partially because of the change in time zones and all they'd been through for one day, and were soon asleep, snuggled against their bedmate. They all seemed pleased with their first day on vacation and the smiles stayed on their faces until morning. 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.