Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:39:00 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 3, chapters 15 - 16 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 15 -- A Bit of Relaxation. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. The O'Haras and I had talked it over and decided that the boys needed a couple of days of quiet time, after the fast-paced, fun-filled week they just gone through. We were going to spend most of the time at their house and maybe do a few other little things with the boys in between. I started off by letting the boys sleep in Saturday morning and it was after 10:00 before the parade of hungry teenagers began to come through my door. I called the O'Haras and told them the boys were up and we planned to meet for brunch. I forgot to mention that Danny and Brandon had spent the night with us, as they were missing spending time with their brothers, but more so their nephews, so they had Nicky and Jordan sleep with them that night. Our brunch was enjoyable and the boys really packed the food away. Mr. & Mrs. O'Hara just sat, shaking their heads, as they watched mounds of food disappear in minutes. After leaving the restaurant, we went to Brandon's house, where the boys played out in the backyard, while I chatted with his parents. I took this opportunity to ask them for a huge favor. Broaching the topic carefully, I explained to them about Nick and how he would be unable to join us for our trip to England, seeing he had no passport. Since I didn't know what else to do with him, and knowing he'd just run away again if I took him home before I could help him work things out with his parents, I asked if they would mind keeping him here, with them, until we returned. To my great surprise and relief, they never batted an eye or hesitated in responding, saying they would be pleased to have him stay for however long we were gone. I thanked them and then called Nick over, in order to explain the situation to him. After realizing the huge favor they were doing for him, he went over and thanked them personally. "I know you're probably doing this more as a favor to Pop, but I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here while they're gone. I was beginning to wonder what I was going to do, because I heard the boys talking about their next trip, but I figured Pop would take care of things for me. I was just hoping I wouldn't have to survive on the streets again. I mean, I could, but it's so much nicer to be part of a family." "None of us would let you go back to living on the street," Mr. O'Hara assured him. "You'll always have a home with one of us, if you need it." "Yes, dear," Mrs. O'Hara added, "you're always welcome in our home, so don't you ever fret about that." Nick smiled, gave the three of us a hug of appreciation, and then he went back out to join the other boys again. We were just discussing plans for the rest of our time together, when Brandon came running in. "Pop, would you take us all over to the park, so we can play soccer on a real field. There's not enough room out back." "Sure, if that's what you boys want to do," I agreed. "Tell the others to go around and get into the van and we'll meet you out front." After that, I took everyone over to the park and the boys talked Uncle Pat and I into joining their game. All the partners were split up, one to each side, but it made for fairly even teams. It was a lot of fun, and even Jordan and Nicky were having a good time. It seemed to be an unspoken rule that when the younger boys had the ball, the older ones would leave them alone. Only the other little ones could play defense on each other and they were given space to do their own thing. I was proud to see the boys were mature enough to figure this out on their own, finding a way to let the little ones play without ruining the fun for any of the rest of them. Mr. O'Hara and I were becoming totally exhausted from all of this activity, especially since we were both slightly overweight and out of shape. The boys didn't let this pass unnoticed and did everything they could to add insult to injury. They ragged on us about our being winded, made fun of the way our bellies jiggled up and down when we ran and mocked our lack of soccer skills, that was until I scored a goal on 'Kevin the Cat.' That simple act suddenly caused them to play more seriously, so the ribbing stopped briefly. It wasn't long before Brandon was sending a crossing-pass across the goalmouth, which his father hit with his head, or was it just that the ball hit his father in the head, and went into the corner of the goal. He wasn't the intended recipient of Brandon's assist, but both he and his son were beaming about their accomplishment. Mr. O'Hara was the prouder of the two, though, especially since the pass had come from his son. The game ended in a 4-4 tie and we all collapsed on the field. Now the boys were more complimentary about Uncle Pat and my endeavors and we spent some time discussing the good plays everyone had made during the game. Now that everyone was ready to go back to the house, we loaded up the van and drove the short distance to the O'Haras' house, but we didn't stay there for long. Soon, the boys bribed the six youngest to come in and beg me to take them back to the hotel, so they could use the hotel pool. The O'Haras just chuckled and Brenda told her husband and me to take the boys and join them, insinuating we were a little ripe from the earlier workout. She also suggesting she would stay and prepare things for a cookout. We told her she was more than welcome to join us too and then we'd just go out and eat, but she said she had eaten out enough for the time being and would prefer a quiet meal at home. We gave in and thanked her, before going back to the hotel to take a dip. I spent my time in the shallow end with my grandsons and the non-swimmers. I had discreetly spread the word with the older boys about Carlos and Dion, so no one would do anything that might endanger them. They agreed, without hesitation, and gave me a nod of understanding. During our time in the water, the swimmers made their way to the shallow end in small groups and spent time with the others, enjoying themselves doing activities that wouldn't endanger those less capable, but still have fun. Carlos and Dion eventually caught on to what the others were doing and thanked them for being so understanding and for not making fun of them. It was a very important moment for those two, as they began to realize how much they all meant to one another, even though sometimes they might be hesitant to admit it. After we finished our time in the water, we dried off, went to our rooms and put on clean clothes, before we made our way back to the O'Haras' for dinner. Mrs. O'Hara had marinated some chicken and chunks of beef and was ready for them to be put on the grill when we arrived. Mr. O'Hara and I went out to cook the meat, while his wife finished off some salads. It was a very relaxing meal, as we all sat around their yard, while the boys filled Brandon's mom in about their day. It was nice to not be out in public for a change and have a home-cooked meal. Once we finished our meal, Mrs. O'Hara suggested we should go see a movie and the boys agreed with her idea. They took a quick look through the newspaper and selected a movie they thought everyone would enjoy, and we were off once again. At the theater, Brandon and Danny sat on one side of Brandon's parents, while Sammy and Andrew sat on the other side. The latter pair had grown very fond of Uncle Pat and Aunt Brenda while spending time with them at Six Flags and the O'Haras had taken to them as well. It was cute when Andrew crawled up into Brenda's lap and Sammy leaned against her arm, enjoying that closeness with her. During the movie, I had Jordan and Nicky sitting next to me, although during part of the movie they were on my lap, while the rest of the boys took seats scattered around us. It proved to be an enjoyable and relaxing time, which I think everyone benefited from. After the movie, I took most of my clan and headed back to our rooms. Danny and Brandon decided to spend the night with the O'Haras and asked us adults, in private, if they could have Sammy and Andrew join them. We agreed and Sammy and Andrew were thrilled when their older brothers asked them to stay with them, so the four boys rode back with the O'Haras, while I took everyone else. When we reached the hotel, Nick wanted to know who was in the 'sex room' tonight, so I looked in my book and discovered that the first rotation was complete and I hadn't yet made up a new rotation that included Nick. I was in a quandary about what to do, until Nick asked if he could share the room tonight with Trey and Dion. I told him that would be fine with me, if the other pair agreed, and I would just make that the first pairing on the new schedule. Nick ran off to find the other two, and soon the three of them were coming into my room. Trey and Dion agreed with the plan, although Trey didn't seem overly fond of the idea, but I gave them the go ahead. Soon the boys were switching rooms and everyone was paired up for the evening. Cole and Graham had asked to spend time with me, so Dustin and Kevin asked Jordan and Nicky to spend the night with them. That left Jay and Ricky to pair up with Pat and Carlos and everyone was soon in their rooms for the evening. The minute the door was shut and locked behind them, Nick turned to Trey and Dion and began to speak. "I know you two would rather be alone in here tonight, but I just wanted to get to know you guys better and have some fun with you. If you don't want to, that will be okay too and I'll understand. I'll just take the other bed by myself and leave you two alone." Dion and Trey looked at each other and Trey had a twinge of conscience. "No, Nick, that's okay. We don't mind including you for tonight," Trey told him. "It's true that we prefer, or at least I do, when we are alone, but we do need to get to know each other better as well. I don't think either of us will mind a slight change tonight." "Great!" Nick nearly shouted. "I was hoping we could get closer to each other and have some fun at the same time. What do you guys want to do?" "Let's just get undressed and we'll see what happens," Trey suggested. The boys quickly undressed and then they stood, checking each other out. "Damn," Nick uttered, "another uncut cock." "You don't like it?" Trey asked, somewhat dejected by the comment. "No, I do. It's just that I'd never had a chance to play with one, before I joined up with you guys," he confessed. "Do you mind?" Nick asked, as his hand reached out toward Trey's penis. A smile broke out across Trey's face and he told Nick to enjoy himself. Nick did, not wasting a second, and was quickly exploring all the new delights associated with that extra flap of skin. Suddenly, Nick thought about Dion and reached his other hand to grasp his boy-meat. As the two dicks started to stiffen from the attention, Nick looked at Dion and spoke. "Damn, how old are you? That thing's as long as Danny's, although not as thick." "I know," Dion replied, beaming with pride. "I'm twelve, but I'll turn thirteen in November. "You're only twelve and you've already got a big hog like this!" Nick exclaimed. "No wonder Trey doesn't want to share you with anyone else." Nick started laughing and Trey began to blush. Dion just looked at the two of them, giddy from the praise he was receiving about his equipment. "What if I let both of you screw me, would that make you happy?" Nick asked them. "Only if both of you will do the same to me," Trey answered, looking a little embarrassed at his own boldness in saying that. "Yeah, sure. That sounds great to me," Nick told him. He went to ask Dion if that was all right with him, but he could tell by the huge grin that Dion was sporting that he loved the idea. "So, who's going to go first?" "You can do Trey first," Dion told Nick, "and then I'll do you. Is that okay with both of you?" The others nodded their heads in agreement and soon Dion was handing Nick the tube of KY. Trey was already on the bed and assuming the position; as Nick bent down to get him ready. Dion was whispering into Nick's ear, telling him the things Trey liked to have done to him. Nick just grinned and nodded his understanding, before doing a few of the things Dion had suggested. Once the preparation was completed, Nick moved between Trey's legs. As Nick began to push his thick six-incher into Trey, he leaned forward and began to kiss Trey's face, eventually working his way to Trey's lips. Trey was somewhat startled by this at first, thinking it would just be one of those wham-bam thank-you-Sam kind of encounters, but he quickly put two and two together and realized this was one of the things Dion had told him to do. Soon they were kissing passionately, as Nick began to establish his rhythm. Nick was also using his hand to rub and pinch Trey's nipples, something else Dion must have told him, and Trey was enjoying all of Nick's attention. Trey had been a little reluctant to agree to this, at first, but now he was glad he had. Nick was pounding into him quite aggressively now, as he neared his first orgasm of the night, and Trey was feeling all warm and tingly, as Nick's plump sausage massaged his chute and kept brushing against his prostate. With one final groan, Nick pushed deep into Trey's hole, arched his back, and released his seed. Trey felt that thick, creamy blast splatter inside of him and threw his arms around Nick's back, hugging him to his own body in appreciation. After a minute or so of lingering in the throes of this wonderful moment, Nick rolled off and lay beside Trey. That's when Trey leaned into him and gave him a kiss of appreciation. Dion was so excited from watching the other two that he could hardly wait for Nick to recover. As soon as he did, Dion was greasing him up and was quickly sliding his long, slender cock deep inside of Nick. Nick opened his eyes only long enough to see the fire in Dion's visual orbs and sensed the urgency Dion was bringing to this coupling. Dion fought off the urge to hurry through it, though, and leaned down to kiss Nick, as soon as he was fully inside of him. This gave him time to let his own juices simmer down, before he began. When he thought he had calmed down enough, Dion began to pump into Nick's backdoor. Nick was kind of amazed at not only how well this twelve-year-old was hung, but also with how accomplished he was at using that gift. Even though he knew that Trey and Dion were intimate, he didn't expect the kid to be this talented. Now, he just let all thoughts drift from his mind, and merely lay back to enjoy the ride. After a couple more minutes of this steady rhythm, Dion reached the edge of the cliff and increased his pace. With his final thrust, Dion buried his pole deep inside of Nick and popped his nut into the other boy. As soon as he could speak, Nick thanked Dion for his effort, before also kissing him, to seal his verbal praise. Dion quickly suggested that Trey should do Nick next, and then he would do Trey after he had recovered. No one objected to the plan, so a few moments later, Nick was pulling his legs back again, as Trey lined up with Nick's well-used channel. Trey slid in easily, feeling not only the warmth of Nick's lining, but also the collection of spunk that Dion had just deposited there. Knowing it was his lover's juices inside of his new partner, Trey became even more aroused and hotter than before, as he began assaulting Nick's willing boy-pussy. This mental excitement soon also affected his body, and Trey began unloading another hot load of semen into Nick's bowels. They kissed and hugged, as they came down from their high, and there was a slightly wet 'plopping' sound, as Trey withdrew from Nick's cavern. Dion barely gave Trey any time to recover, before he was excitedly pushing his lover into position and guiding his lengthy tool into Trey's slippery love-cavern. Dion enthusiastically slid his ramrod in and out of Trey, using long, smooth strokes, as he tried to fulfill his 'urge to surge'. He was riding his lover, like a ship riding the waves during a storm, as they worked their way into a frenzy. Both boys were enjoying this immensely, not just because of the sexual pleasure, but also because of the mental satisfaction that it was their lover they were doing this with. After a few more minutes of this hectic, yet satisfying activity, Dion was making his final lunge and began filling Trey's bilge tank with his sweet nectar. The two embraced, kissed passionately upon reaching their climax and eagerly ran their hands over each other's body for a few minutes more, before deciding it was time to pull apart and get some sleep. The three boys shared the same bed that evening, with Nick wedged in between them. They were more than satisfied with the sex, had learned more about each other and grown just that much closer, and none of them made another move until morning. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 16 -- A Barrel of Fun. Monday was going to be another laidback day and the O'Haras joined us at the hotel so we could all enjoy the day in the hotel pool. As it was a weekday, we had the pool nearly to ourselves and the older boys decided this would be a good opportunity to start giving our non-swimmers some lessons. The latter group was appreciative of the help, and the O'Haras and I got out of the pool and sat at a table poolside to watch. While we were sitting there, I was also able to talk Mr. O'Hara into taking a few extra days off, since I knew he was originally scheduled to go back to work on Wednesday. That way, both he and his wife could join us for our trip to Houston. They both liked the idea and looked forward to spending additional time with Brandon and the other boys, since they had enjoyed their time together with all of them so far. Therefore, Patrick planned to call his office and make the arrangements, as soon as he could locate a phone. We stayed at the pool until lunchtime and then went out to eat. While we were enjoying our meal, the boys asked if we could go back to the park for a kickball game and maybe a football game too, once we were finished. We told them that would be fine, so after we left the restaurant we went to the O'Haras' next, to pick up Brandon's playground ball and his Nerf football. From there, we drove directly to the park and the boys quickly decided to keep the same teams they had for soccer the day before. Once again, they wanted Brandon's father and I to play, but this time they also dragged Mrs. O'Hara into the game. Reluctantly, she agreed, much to her husband's surprised. However, he quickly concluded she did it mainly to humor Brandon and allow her a little more time to be close to him, since she would be playing on his team. Besides, it was just kickball and nearly anyone could play that game, especially since Brenda had never fancied herself as an athlete. In the end, we all had a great time, but I think the little ones enjoyed it the best. We took a brief rest, and then we played a short game of touch football, with Mrs. O'Hara opting to sit this one out. The older boys were very good about not trying to show off and leaving the rest of us in their dust, and we had another good time. After this activity ended, we went to clean up and then we headed out to dinner. We went Italian tonight, at the boys' request, and were soon stuffed full of pasta, salad, warm bread and ready to leave. We decided to go back to the O'Haras' house and watch a video next, after I explained to the boys that we needed to turn in early tonight, as we had something special planned for our final day in San Antonio. They were all dying to know what it was, but we made it through the evening without having to divulge that information. We got back to the hotel fairly early and the boys went to their rooms. Everyone was in bed by 9:30, including the boys in the 'sex room', because we told them we'd be getting up at 5:30. I knew I didn't have to worry so much, because it was Dustin, Kevin, Carlos and Pat in the sex room tonight, so I figured they'd just do their thing quickly and then go to sleep. In the long run I was right, but what transpired in there came as a total surprise to me. Before they went in, Carlos had already made up his mind that he was going to try to give one of the boys a blowjob tonight. After announcing his intention, he was paired up with Kevin, because they were both uncircumcised and Carlos felt much more comfortable with that fact. Once that had been agreed upon, the boys gave him a brief explanation about what to do, after they finished their showers. Even though he had decided he was going to try this, he was still a little hesitant when the time came. Tentatively, he pushed his tongue out and let it touch the head of Kevin's dick after he had retracted Kevin's foreskin. Carlos seemed pleasantly surprised by the fact that it didn't have much of a taste and was suddenly more willing to continue. In fact, he became slightly aggressive in letting his tongue run all around the shiny glans, which sent a wave of shivers running up and down Kevin's spine. As Carlos became more and more aggressive, Kevin had him spin around, so they could do each other at the same time. That's when Dustin and Pat arranged themselves on the other bed, for their own sixty-nine. Kevin soon shot his wad, giving Carlos his first taste of semen, but the rookie wasn't turned off by its flavor. Carlos was convinced this wasn't a bad thing and was willing to admit he enjoyed doing it. After everyone enjoyed an orgasm, the boys turned in and went to sleep, cuddled up against their sex partner for the evening. The boys weren't too bad when I woke them the next morning, but their curiosity was even greater than it had been the day before. We continued to remain silent throughout breakfast about what we were going to do today and Danny and Brandon rode with his parents, as they followed us to our destination. A cheer erupted inside the van, as we pulled into Sea World Texas. It was where we were going to spend the day. As soon as we entered the park, the boys were ready to head off to the rides. I told the older boys to ride the roller coasters first and get their fill of them, while we took the little one over to Shamu's Happy Harbor. There the munchkins could play in the sand, scamper across swaying bridges, climb nets, scoot down slides and fire a water cannon from a huge schooner. During that same time, the older group was shooting around the two steel roller coasters, before they tried their hand at surfing again. The Steel Eel was the first roller coaster they rode and is what they now call a hyper- coaster. It has a 15-story drop and travels up to 65 m.p.h. The other one was the Great White roller coaster, which was the first steel roller coaster in Texas. The Great White takes you on a head over heels ride, going up to 50 m.p.h., which may seem tame after the Steel Eel. We met up with the older group at the Lost Lagoon, where the boys were surfing on the wave pool. The group who had tried this before were doing quite well and I was pleased to watch Jay's attempt and notice he had improved tremendously since his previous encounter with a surfboard. Pat seemed to be struggling a bit and the others were trying to give him pointers, while Carlos and Dion had opted to sit this one out, as they still weren't comfortable in watery environments. The older boys then went sky tubbin', down a 5 story slide, while the adults took the little ones to the Lil' Gators Lagoon, to wade in a small pool, which was filled with a collection of whimsical animals. When the boys tired of this, we talked them into going with us to see a couple of the shows that were being performed around the park. We left the older boys to do their thing on the rides and I gave them some cash in case they wanted to try out the Great White Game Center, which contained the video and arcade games, as well as laser tag. The first show we watched was called "Fools with Tools". It was a cute little skit where two sea lions (Clyde and Seamore) and their walrus friends were do-it-yourselfers. They tackled plumbing, carpentry, wallpapering and other projects around their house, without a great deal of success. The boys were laughing quite loudly at some of their antics and I enjoyed watching their reactions as much as I did watching the show. >From there, we made our way to the "Shamu Visions" show. This was a live show that was also shown on a very large screen. The show starred Shamu and other killer whales, who performed in a large tank with their trainers. There were cameras above and below the water level, which sent their images to a giant video screen in the background, so the boys could see everything that was happening. This was more spectacular than humorous, and the boys enjoyed this show on its own merits. When the show ended, we decided to go find the older boys and eat lunch. We located them in line for Steel Eel and they talked us all into joining them for one final ride before we ate. The boys each took charge of one of the younger boys, while Brandon paired with his father, Jay teamed up with Brandon's mother, and Ricky was determined I should sit with him on this ride. We took the quick spin, but belatedly discovered the little ones were quite overwhelmed from the speed and height of this particular ride. Once the ride was over, we all managed to stagger to our next stop to eat. The lunch wasn't anything spectacular, but it filled us up and gave us enough energy for the next round of action. We started off the afternoon by taking on a couple of the water rides. First, we all went on the Rio Lobo, a 6-person raft that sped down a raging stream that was lined with dips, bends and a waterfall. It was actually quite a thrilling and fun ride, but this was even more fun as we watched the boys whooping and hollering and really getting into it. There was one interesting aspect to it, though. During her ride down, Brenda managed to get more than a little wet, which caused her white blouse to become transparent, much to her husband's delight AND chagrin. After helping her make her way to the ladies room, where she used the blow drier to relieve her embarrassment, she rejoined us. Some of the boys were still grinning and whispering, whenever she wasn't looking in their direction. >From there, we made our way to the Texas Splashdown, which was a four-person boat that went on a half mile ride, which included a five story drop in height, although it was more gradual than the same drop would be on a roller-coaster. Brenda decided to sit this one out, as she felt she'd been embarrassed sufficiently for one day, but the rest of us were eager to go. Once again, it turned out to be a fun-filled ride, although I didn't think it was quite as thrilling as the Rio Lobo. Once these two rides were over, we suggested to the younger boys that we take in another show or two, and they readily agreed. Our first stop this time was at the "Symphony of the Sea", where we watched a beluga whale and several dolphins swim around, doing leaps and other tricks. The boys enjoyed how high the dolphins could sky, when they shot out of the water, and each of us had another wonderful time. Finally we went to see "Sharks Coral Reef", where costumed characters (hammerhead sharks, moray eels, and fish) put on a multi-aquarium adventure. This show was very entertaining as well, but the boys wanted to try out the laser tag they had heard their brothers talking about earlier. We knew they wanted to try this, but were concerned they'd get grouped with a bunch of older boys. We took them over and were happy to discover they would be matched up with another group of smaller children. It worked out well and they all had a great time. As we were leaving there, it was the older group that found us this time, and immediately began to complain they were hungry and needed to eat again. We all agreed on a place to eat and soon the boys were stuffing their faces once more. When they finished this hasty meal, I told them they had two more hours to do whatever they wanted and then we would meet to leave. The boys wanted to go on a couple of the rides again, which we agreed to let them do, but we told them that we were going to stay and chat, taking things easy for a while. Disappointed that they couldn't convince us to join them this time, the boys went off for another ride on the Steel Eel and a spin on the Great White roller coaster, which they had seemed to really enjoy. As they came off from the first ride, they all grouped together again, before heading to the next one. While they were doing this, a group of boys, all teenagers or in their early twenties, came up and began to hassle the boys. "What are you boys doing hanging around with a nigger, two chinks and a wetback? Don't you have any pride in your own race?" Dion and Carlos were really hurt by the comment, but Sammy and Andrew didn't seem to understand what was going on. The other boys thought they could just ignore them and they'd go away, but it didn't work. "You boys deaf AND dumb?" one of the other group sneered. "You've got to have some pride in your own race and quit hanging around with these mud people. They're losers and not as good as us, so you should be ashamed to be seen with them. What are you doing together anyway?" Dustin decided to take charge of this situation, as he was physically the largest and bravest of the group. He walked in front of the questioner and responded. "We're all brothers and this is our family," he announced. "I think I should also tell you we don't appreciate your comments." "Your family? What did your dad do, get a bunch of whores pregnant and then keep the kids?" He and his buddies started laughing, acting as if this was the funniest thing they had ever heard. At that moment Pat stepped forward, standing next to Dustin. "No, our dad's a wonderful man," Pat shouted, "and he's adopted all of us and given us a great home. We're happy being brothers, so just leave us alone." The shouting drew the attention of some of the park-goers, which turned out to be a good thing. "Is your father white or is he a mud person too?" one of their tormentors asked. "Betcha he's a Jew!" another spat out. "Yeah, or some liberal faggot," still another chimed in. "They think they're so smart, but they'll live to regret it, if we don't keep the scum in their place." "Are your IQs really as low as your age?" Danny asked, as venomously as he dared. "What's that supposed to mean?" the apparent leader of the group wanted to know. "Look, we don't want a fight," Trey stated, trying to be a diplomat, "so just leave us alone and we won't bother you." "Your being here in one group bothers us," one of the younger boys told him. "We don't take kindly to white folks who mix with inferior races." "Not that what we do is any of your business," Brandon responded, trying to show they were all unified in their feelings, "but we are a family and enjoy being a family." "Man, you boys must be Yankees and pretty stupid Yankees at that," one member of the group told them. "Well, in that case," Kevin shot back, "our dad taught us we can't argue with ignorance. Maybe we should just leave it at that and go our own way." "Who are you calling ignorant?" one of the bigger guys asked. "He wasn't calling anyone ignorant," Dustin said, defending Kevin. "He was just saying that because your friend said we were stupid." "And you are," he shot back. About that time a couple of park security guards approached, having been informed by one of the alarmed crowd that a possible conflict was brewing. They came up and asked what was going on, barely getting any answers, before three other security guards joined them. Realizing this might turn against them, one of the guys from the other group said there was no problem, but made a few derogatory remarks, before they walked off. The guards questioned the boys a little further, to get their viewpoint about what had happened. After hearing what my boys had to say, the guards decided to follow the other group, to make sure they didn't cause any more problems. The boys came back and found us, telling us in detail what had happened. The O'Haras were both upset by this event and visibly showed their emotions. I tried to take a calmer approach to this problem, so as not to alarm any of the boys. I had always anticipated something like this might happen, so I may have been better prepared to deal with it than the others. After we had been told the entire story, Andrew asked me a question. "Why didn't those boys like us, Daddy? I thought they wanted to fight." "I'm sure they did," I answered, "but I'm proud of the way your brothers handled it. Some people just don't understand why we took so many different people in to make up our family." "They were racists," Dion said, hatefully. "Yes, they were, but we shouldn't lower ourselves to their level," I advised him. "I think Kevin put it best when he said you can't argue with ignorance. You boys could have argued this issue with them forever and they wouldn't have changed your minds and you wouldn't have changed theirs. Too many years' worth of hatred and poison have been fed to them, and that can't be remedied quickly. Those boys weren't born that way and it took somebody years to brainwash them, in order to make them react that strongly. Just know that we're proud of all of you and I think you handled yourselves marvelously." We left it at that and decided to call it a day. It was getting late anyway, so we left the park and headed back home. Tomorrow would be another early morning, as we'd be leaving early to make our way to Houston -- our next stop. Danny and Brandon asked Cole and Graham to spend the night with them at Brandon's house, after checking with Brandon's parents and me first. The pair quickly agreed and loaded into the back of the O'Haras' car with their older brothers. As fate would have it, they were also the ones scheduled for the 'sex room' that night, so I quickly switched them with the next night's pair, putting Ricky, Jay, Trey and Dion in together. The four boys quickly agreed to stay with their own partners for the evening and it wasn't long before all four of them were sound asleep. 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.