Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:31:01 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Greand reopening - Book 3, chapters 3 - 4 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 3 -- The Grand Canyon. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. The following morning, I let the boys sleep late, even though some of them still got up early. I guessed the others were tired out from the trip and the time change, while those in the 'sex room' might also be exhausted from their late night workout. Since it was a Sunday and I didn't have a lot planned for the day, I decided to give them a break. When the last of my troops rose from the dead, I took them out for brunch. We made another disruptive entrance into a diner, merely due to the size of our family, and we went through the usual questions from the curious staff and other patrons. We answered all of their questions politely, before excusing ourselves to eat. After downing a substantial meal, we went back to our rooms and repacked, because it was time to load up the van and hit the road again. Once everything and everyone was on board, I navigated some of the back roads toward our next destination. Danny immediately guessed where I was heading and I confirmed his prognostication. Hey, what else do you go to see when you're in Arizona? As he expected, our next destination was the south rim of the Canyon and we would be staying in Grand Canyon Village. Although it took us longer to make our way there than I'd calculated, since we got stuck behind some 'real Sunday drivers' along the way, eventually we were gazing upon one of the greatest natural wonders in North America. The look on each boy's face was priceless, when they saw the Canyon for the first time, and I immediately started snapping pictures of them looking at it, instead of taking pictures of the amazing natural wonder itself. Finally, I remembered to also take a few shots of what we actually came to see, to make sure none of us would ever lose these memories, even though the years may play havoc with our minds. After that, we took a walking tour along the rim of the Canyon, but not until I was certain everyone had been reminded to stay away from the edge and someone older had a hold of the hand of each of our four youngest members. After we finished our little hike, I snapped more pictures of the boys, but this time in either small or large groups, with each snapshot having the Grand Canyon as an awesome backdrop. I also allowed the boys to take a few pictures too, as they wanted me in some of the photos with them, which I was happy to agree to, since I wanted some reminders of being there with them as well. As the hour began to grow late, I loaded everyone back into the van and drove to the lodge where we would spend the evening. We checked in and were given the keys to our four rooms, so we lugged our baggage there and got the room assignments established. Tonight, Dustin, Kevin, Pat and Carlos had the honor of being in the 'sex room', so we just had to figure out who would be in the various other rooms. Cole and Graham informed me they wanted Sammy and Andrew in with them for the night, and then Ricky and Jay let me know they wanted to come in with me, so they could spend time with Jordan and Nicky. That left Danny, Brandon, Trey and Dion in the fourth room, so I asked them if that was all right, and they agreed it was fine. Now that the room assignments had been settled, we all took our things into our assigned rooms, washed up and changed for dinner. I finished quite quickly; since the older boys had offered to help the younger ones get ready, which took the responsibility away from me. This also allowed me time to call around and look for a place where our small army could dine. After some hesitation from the employee I was speaking with at one particular location, and after being put on hold for many minutes, he finally confirmed our reservation. The only problem was, it would be slightly more than an hour before our tables would be ready. In the interim, the boys entertained themselves, playing one of the hand-held games, listening to their own CD's or watching something on one of the televisions located in the various rooms. About twenty minutes before we would need to be at the restaurant, I rounded up the troops and we headed out to eat, much to the boys' delight. We were quickly led to a large dining room where several smaller tables had been pushed together to make room for us, and the boys eagerly walked in and took their places. Most of the seating arrangements had been decided upon before we arrived at the restaurant, thus eliminating all the discussion over who would be sitting next to whom. I was allowed, or more like commanded, to sit at the head of the table. Of course we had our share of stares as we entered and there were more than a few whispers as they watched us take our places, but the boys were getting accustomed to this, so it wasn't a big deal. We looked at the menus and ordered our drinks from the hostess, before a good-looking young man came by to deliver those drinks and take our order. He definitely caught the attention of some of the older boys, as he was probably only eighteen or nineteen himself, but I don't think he realized why some of the boys were being so attentive, talkative and cooperative. After he left the table, some of the boys began chiding their partners about their 'drooling' over him, or were telling the others to 'put their eyes back in their head' or 'their tongue back into their mouth.' Not only that, but I noticed some of the boys 'adjusting' themselves under the table. I guess he had quite an effect on a few of them. Before long, the young man returned, bringing rolls, soup and salads for those who had ordered them, and the whole process of innocent flirting started all over again. The boys would try to engage our waiter in conversation, as he placed the different dishes in front of them, and eventually he started to warm up and answer their queries. Not only that, but as time went by, he even began asking questions of his own. Eventually he got to the question about what we were doing there and if we were some kind of a group. He informed us that he judged us to be a church group, because the boys were so well behaved, and then went through the typical reaction of looking at each one of the boys when we told him we were a family. It was obvious he wasn't turned off by that news, though, and he started asking each of the boy's questions about their lives and how they happened to come to live with me. He became so engrossed in their stories that occasionally I would have to remind him about checking on his other tables, to be fair to the other patrons. He would hurry and do that, but would return shortly thereafter, which led me to believe he didn't want to leave us for any length of time. This development caused the boys to begin to look at him more as a possible friend now, rather than just as a potential sex partner, even if that idea had only been a fantasy they'd created in their minds. By the time we ordered our deserts, Mark's other tables were nearly all empty, but not because he had neglected them. It was just that the crowd in the restaurant had thinned out considerably, as most of the locals and vacationers dining there were turning in early or going to do other things. That allowed him even more time to spend with us and he seemed genuinely pleased by this new opportunity. By the time we finished our meal, the older boys had invited Mark over to visit them at the Lodge. He immediately turned toward me and asked if it would be all right, before accepting their invitation. I saw this as a sign of a good upbringing and having been taught manners, which impressed me immensely. After I nodded my response, a huge grin spread across his face, before he told the boys he'd love to join them and would be over as soon as he finished work. I think that made everyone's day, at least in the teen hormone crowd. As we were preparing to leave, I left him a rather large tip, even bigger than my usual generous gratuity. After all, he did give us special attention and fantastic service. As we passed him on our way out, we told him we'd see him later, which brought another one of those sexy grins to his face, which caused some of the boys to experience one final swoon. As everyone went back to his rooms, I reminded each of them they would have to keep some sort of clothing on for the evening and the 'sex room' door should be double locked, since Mark would be joining us and there was no indication which room he would stop at first. Danny quickly insisted Mark would be going directly to his room, since he had given him his room number, which took some of the pressure off of the others. However, Brandon didn't look quite as pleased about it as Danny did. Once that was settled, I gave the boys a brief rundown of the next day's activities, so they'd be able to determine for themselves how late they could stay up and still be able to function in the morning. I advised them we'd have to get up around 7:00, as we had a fairly rigid appointment set for 10:30. They all moaned a little, but knew I probably had something exciting planned, so they didn't argue too much over that point. About an hour later, there was a knock on my door. I wonder which of the boys it might be and what they wanted. When I opened it, I discovered Danny standing there and he had a funny look on his face. I had a feeling something was up. "Dad, do you think Mark could go with us when we do our sightseeing tomorrow? He says he doesn't have to be to work until 5:00 tomorrow night and he hasn't really spent that much time seeing the things around here either. He said he got this job through one of his professors at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, where he just finished his freshman year. He's a finance major there, working his way through school, and he only got here a couple of weeks before we did, but has been working most of the time." "Wow, you sure learned a lot about him in a short time," I remarked, while eyeing him to get his reaction, but I think my comment flew over his head. "He told me even more than that," he continued. "He also said his family is in Oregon and that's where he grew up. He only started college here last August and with classes and work, he hasn't had a lot of free time. Besides, he didn't have a bunch of money to do other stuff with, so he really hasn't seen much of Arizona since he came here. Can he go with us tomorrow, please? Please?" he begged again, while giving me a look he thought would make me give in. "I don't see any major problems, if Mark wants to join us," I replied. I was going to say 'yes' anyway, so his look hadn't affected me at all. "It's just that some of you might have to hold the little ones on your laps in the van, in order to make room for him. Let him know he can also eat breakfast with us, if he can make it here by 7:30." "Will you come and tell him, Dad? I'm not sure if he'll believe me," Danny replied. "He didn't want me to ask in the first place, because he said he doesn't want to impose." "No problem. I'll be happy to do that," I answered, thinking this only reinforced my earlier impression that this young man had come from a good home. "Come on and I'll tell him for you." We walked over to Danny's room, so I could tell Mark we'd be happy to have him join us. He seemed thrilled that I had agreed to this and thanked me several times for allowing him to join us. He then informed me he would be back early, so he could go with us for breakfast too. After that, he said good-bye, because he felt he'd need his sleep if he were going to spend the day with us. After he left, I urged the others to also get some sleep. While all of this had been going on, the 'sex room' was still being used for its intended purpose. It was on one side of my room, while the other two rooms were on the other side, so I knew Mark couldn't hear what was going on in there, especially if he was in Danny's room at the time. Speaking of the 'sex room,' at first I was a little hesitant about allowing Carlos to be included in the groups using that room, but the boys quickly assured me he had eagerly participated in a few sessions while he had been staying with us before. I tried to broach this subject directly with Carlos, when I was bringing him back to our place, just before the trip started. He hesitantly verified the stories and seemed a bit embarrassed that I knew about it. After thinking about it, he finally agreed it wasn't such a bad thing that I knew, as long as I didn't tell his mother about it. I laughed and assured him I wouldn't, before I relented on letting him become involved in the fun on the trip too. The biggest difference about what was taking place tonight, was that the partners wanted to stay together and weren't up for mixing with the others. Dustin and Kevin were on their bed and had been making out for a while, before Pat finally turned off the lamp on the nightstand beside them. That pair had been fairly inseparable since Dustin's little hospital stay and Kevin's operation, which pleased me and delighted Kevin. It had also been a few days since they had spent any quality time together, so they were both more than a little horny. As soon as the lights were off, Kevin grabbed the lubricant and handed it to Dustin. "I need you to make love to me tonight, babe," Kevin told him. "I don't care if the other two know what we're doing. I need you now." "Hey, no problem," Dustin answered. "As far as I'm concerned, they could both watch us, if they wanted to learn something." Both boys chuckled and Dustin began to prepare Kevin for a little fun. It didn't take long before Dustin was on top of his lover, sliding his thick slab of meat inside of him. Kevin groaned a little as that monster stretched him to his limit, but welcomed Dustin's intrusion fully. Kevin lovingly threw his arms around Dustin's neck and kissed him passionately, letting his partner know how much he was looking forward to this ride. As soon as Dustin was fully seated inside of him, he began his slow, steady rocking motion and the two boys gradually became as one. Their motions complimented each other perfectly, as each of their thrusts met the other part way, and they were really into their love making, totally oblivious to the other pair. Dustin was telling Kevin how much he loved him and how desperately he needed this release, while Kevin kept reminding Dustin he would love him always and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of Dusty's rod sliding back and forth, massaging his prostate. The two boys were stroking each other's ego, to go along with the physical stroking that was taking place, and they were totally into what they were doing. Dustin was going faster now, realizing he was getting closer to his reward, and both boys were panting quite heavily, as he continued to pummel Kevin's butt. When the climactic moment finally came, he buried himself deeply inside of Kevin, arched his back, let out a little moan and flooded Kevin's bowels with his love juice. Kevin felt the warm liquid coat the lining of his excretory tract and enjoyed the fullness he felt, as Dustin remained firmly implanted inside him. That's the way they stayed until they both came down from their sexual highs. On the other bed, Pat and Carlos had discussed what they were going to do and Carlos was only up for a hand job. He was still new to all of this, but he didn't mind if they jacked each other's meat. Pat told Carlos he'd do him first and Carlos was eager to agree with that suggestion. Pat reached over and started playing with Carlos' uncut sausage, toying with the foreskin and pulling it back and forth, while he used his other hand to stimulate Carlos' balls, bringing him to arousal. It worked like a charm and soon Carlos was as hard as a rock. Now that Carlos was ready, Pat began to stroke his fist up and down on his partner's pole and Carlos started to gurgle and then purr like a contented kitten. Pat knew his inexperienced partner wouldn't last long, so he kept his strokes steady, to make it as good for Carlos as he could. Soon strings of cum were shooting from Carlo's dick, as his body became as stiff as a board. After he was milked dry, Pat released his cock and let Carlos lie on the bed and enjoy the warm glow that this release had given him. While he waited, Pat tried to figure out why he was so attracted to Carlos and why he felt the need to please him so strongly. Carlos wasn't as handsome as some of his other brothers and Carlos was even a little stocky, but Pat just felt this attraction to him that he couldn't break. Even worse, he didn't understand why he was attracted to him at all. While he was thinking about this, Carlos spoke to him and offered to return the favor. Immediately, Pat lay back, thus allowing Carlos to grab his somewhat short, but thick, circumcised dick and have access to his testicles. Carlos was just as fascinated with the difference in their penises as Pat had been. Playfully, Carlos tugged and stroked Pat's boyhood until it stood like the mainmast of an old Frigate. Carlos hadn't yet learned how to enjoy what he was doing and pumped Pat's prick as quickly as a thirsty man would work an old hand-operated water pump. That's why it only took a few minutes before Pat's geyser erupted, sending streams of jism into the air, only to have gravity pull them back down and land on Pat's chest. As the puddles formed and 'Old Faithful' emptied the last of its contents, Carlos' hand slowed, until he released Pat's limp sausage. After the boys cleaned up the evidence of their mutual masturbation session, they thanked each other, said good night and went to sleep. On the other bed, Dustin and Kevin had switched places and Kevin was ready to fill Dustin with his love. Somewhat amazingly, at least to me, Dustin was still willing to do this for Kevin, after he had been so resistant to the idea for such a long time. I suspected this meant Dustin finally realized the depth of Kevin's love for him and acknowledged his own love for Kevin. I think he felt that by showing he was willing to give himself completely, it would show Kevin he was willing to make a long-term commitment. Slowly, Kevin placed his dickhead against the entrance to Dustin's love tunnel and then pushed his way in. He barely hesitated as he hit bottom and immediately began his withdrawal, so he could thrust forward once more. Kevin was still worried that his operation would affect his functioning sexually, but there had been no change in his ability since one of his testicles had been removed. He hadn't even really noticed any change in the amount of semen he produced, which astounded him. If he was shooting any less of a load, it was such a miniscule difference that it couldn't even be detected. Now, Kevin was ramming his penis in and out of Dustin's chute, looking forward to the total-body tingling that would accompany his orgasm. Soon, he started to feel the familiar sensation of pressure building in his groin and knew the end was near. He was humping faster now, looking forward to the fireworks that would go off in his head, as his penis unloaded its contents. When that moment arrived, Kevin was not disappointed, as he fired his wad into Dustin's body cavity. He then collapsed on Dustin's chest, at which point the older boy hugged and kissed him affectionately. When Kevin had recovered fully from this encounter, he cuddled against Dustin's chest and lingered in his warm embrace, before falling asleep in that position. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 4 -- A New Friend. The next morning, I was awakened by my requested call from the front desk. As soon as that conversation ended, I dialed each of our other rooms and made certain the rest of the boys were up and getting ready too. Once that had been accomplished, I went around and woke the foursome who had spent the night with me. Although I was mildly surprised Ricky wasn't already awake, since he always seemed to get up prior to the alarm going off at home, along with Cole and Graham, but it may have been that he was just extra tired last night. Anyway, Jay and Ricky were now helping my grandsons get ready and it was obvious the older pair felt a bond with their nephews. Even when the boys had gone to bed the previous evening, that closeness was evident. My grandsons insisted on sleeping with one of their uncles, so Jay and Jordan slept together in one bed, while Ricky and Nicky shared the other bed with me. Now I watched as the older boys helped the little ones wash up, before assisting them in retrieving their things out of the suitcases and getting dressed. Needless to say, this was a big help to me and freed me up to go check and see how the others were doing. By the time I went from room to room to make sure everyone was nearly ready to leave, I discovered Mark was already in Danny and Brandon's room. If it hadn't been for the fact he was wearing different clothing than when I had last seen him the previous evening, I would have guessed he had sneaked back into the room after he'd said good night to me and spent the night with the others. Not that it would have made any difference, as the boys are old enough to know what they were doing and I trusted their judgment, but it was just odd to see him here so early. I just expected he'd show just before we were ready to leave, but it was nice to see he was evidently looking forward to being with us. Once the rest of my boys were dressed, I chased them down to the van and drove to the restaurant I had made breakfast reservations at the night before. I warned the boys to eat a good breakfast, since today's itinerary indicated we would be eating our lunch later than usual. Everyone heeded my advice and stuffed himself accordingly, even Mark. However, he also spent much of the time talking to as many of the boys he could and showed a great deal of interest in everything they had to say. After Mark managed to grill an enormous amount of information from the others, which he did in a way that no one realized they were being interrogated, I began to try to find out more about him. We carried our conversation over to the van, in order to make sure we got to our destination on time. The boys let Mark sit in front with me, so we could finish our little talk, and I soon learned much more of Mark's story. It seems that Mark is an only child, which was mostly due to the fact that his parents were together only for a short time, because his father was devastated when he heard his girlfriend was with child. In fact, he desperately tried to convince her to have an abortion or give the baby up for adoption, but she wasn't willing to do that to her child. Even though she knew it was going to be very hard for her (she was still in high school at the time and graduated when she was six-months pregnant) she wouldn't change her mind. Even when her family shunned her because of her situation and forced her to leave their home, she did what she had to so the two of them would survive. That's why, for as long as Mark could remember, it had just been his mother and him, living on their own. Mark never got a chance to know his father when he was older either, because the man showed no interest in getting to know him. Mark felt he remained aloof so he wouldn't be forced into giving them financial support. The guy stated very clearly that he wanted nothing more to do with Mark's mother and left it up to her to raise the child as best she could, since she had previously rejected his proposals for getting them all out of this mess. >From what Mark told us about growing up in that situation, it sounded as if he'd had a pretty rough life and didn't get to enjoy very much of it. He had worked for a big portion of his childhood and adolescence, taking any job he could get in order to earn extra money for the family or make it possible for him to get a few of the things he wanted or needed. From the time he was about ten-years old, he mowed yards, raked leaves, walked dogs, had his own paper route and performed other odd jobs for his neighbors. Surprisingly, he somehow even managed to save some of his hard earned dollars, so he'd be able to go to college, as that was a dream of his. He combined that money with some modest scholarships he had won so he could attend, but he still had to continue working his way through school too, as the other funds didn't cover all of his expenses. Mark told me he'd always missed not having a father and always dreamed about having a brother or two, so he would have someone he could be close to and confide in. He then admitted he envied my boys a little, because they'd lucked out and got exactly what he'd always longed for. He was adamant that he wasn't jealous of them, because he would never have wanted to leave his mother, but he had often wondered how his life might have changed, if he had been able to benefit from a similar situation. He was just finishing his story when I pulled into the parking lot of our next stop and I felt I had gained a great deal of insight into this fascinating young man during the course of our trip. Now that we had reached our destination, I finally explained to the boys that I had arranged for us to take a jeep tour of the Grand Canyon. Actually, this outing would combine two separate tours and allow the boys to see the Canyon from a different perspective. The first part of our outing would be the Canyon Pines Tour, during which time we'd follow an 1880's stagecoach trail. Although the boys wouldn't actually be riding in a bone-jarring, old west vehicle, they would basically see what those passengers would have observed during a similar ride. The second part of our time there would be spent on the Indian Cave Paintings Tour, where we'd follow our guide into a collection of caves, so we could see the petroglyphs, which are carvings or inscriptions in rock, as well as several examples of cave paintings left by early Native Americans. Seeing my whole brood wouldn't fit into just one vehicle, I had arranged for multiple vehicles to go together in sort of a caravan, so we could remain as a group and see everything together. The littlest ones rode with me, so I could keep an eye on them and explain about what they were seeing, while Mark and the older boys split up amongst the other vehicles. As I watched him joking around with the four boys he was riding with, I was already beginning to feel bad we would be deserting him after this tour, once we made our way back to the motel. However, I had to refocus on the present and make sure everyone enjoyed this outing. The trip went well and the boys not only enjoyed what they saw, but also learned a great deal about the people who first lived in this area. They were also exposed to different kinds of information about the Canyon itself, such as how it was formed and the changes it had been part of. The total tour lasted about three and a half hours, and once it was over, we quickly loaded back into the van, so we could go and eat. The boys had not been shy about letting me know they were pretty hungry now and teased me into stopping at a fast-food establishment we discovered along the way. Just as we were finishing up our meal, I explained we would be leaving the area as soon as we cleaned up and retrieved our things from the motel, because our next stop was going to be on the north rim of the Canyon. Mark looked more than a little depressed when he heard we would be leaving so soon, since he'd enjoyed his short time together with us, so he and the boys spent much of their remaining time exchanging postal and email addresses and promising to keep in touch. Seeing everyone was a little down over this parting, I came up with an idea, just as we reached the motel. "Mark, I'm sorry we can't take you with us to our next stop, but the reservations have been made in advance," I explained. "Unfortunately, this isn't something I'd just be able to add another guest to, or I would, but it couldn't be done without causing enormous problems for the group I booked with." "Oh, that's okay, Mr. Currie," he quickly replied, although I could still read the disappointment on his face. "I understand. It's just that I was having so much fun being with you and your sons. You don't have to worry about me though. I'll be fine." "I'm sure you will be, Mark, but I still feel bad I can't include you on this," I admitted, "but I'll make you a promise. We'll come back through here when we head south again and stop at the restaurant to eat. I'll even make sure to request you as our waiter, so we can be sure of seeing you again. In fact, I'll call and make the reservations before we leave, so everything will be set for our return trip." "Won't that make you go way out of your way and mess up your schedule?" he wondered, feeling as if his reaction had caused me to adversely effect our trip. "Not really," I t old him. "Luckily, I was wise enough to plan some buffer time into our trip too, so we'd have some leeway if some unexpected opportunities arose. I'm sure the boys won't mind us altering our plans slightly," I suggested, before glancing up to seeing the older ones shaking their heads in agreement with my last statement. "Besides, it will also make me feel better to be able to have us all spend one final evening together, if that's agreeable with you?" I added. He nodded it would be, so I continued. "I'll go make a couple of quick phone calls, while you guys chat, so I can set this up." "Thanks, Mr. Currie. It's awfully nice of you to do all of this just for me," he confided. "I want you to know I really appreciate this and look forward to seeing you all again in a day or two." I left the boys to talk things over, while I went to make my calls. The first was to make reservations at Mark's restaurant for two evenings from now and the second was to book rooms at this same Lodge, for our return trip. I could make any other calls this evening, if necessary, once I made adjustments to our schedule to accommodate this brief detour. By the time I got back to the boys, I could see some of them had tears welling up in their eyes and were fighting hard to maintain their composure. It was touching to see how they had become so close to Mark in such a short period of time. After we said our farewells, we dropped Mark off at his car, before making our way back to Route 89. This road would take us on a winding, out of the way course to our next stop, but there weren't any alternatives to using it. This was because the only spot we could cross over the Colorado River was many miles north of where we were now, and then we'd have to turn south again, to get to our destination. Even though it sounds like a long trip, and it was, but it was also the best, if not the only way to get where we were going. It did prove to be a long ride and most of it had to be driven slowly, as these were country roads and it wasn't like traveling on a major interstate highway. There wasn't much to look at to keep us occupied, so the boys entertained themselves, as usual. It was early evening when we pulled up to our next motel and checked in. After making room assignments, everyone went to clean up and get presentable for dinner. The desk clerk was very helpful and called to make a reservation for us at a restaurant he'd suggested. He also then told me the best way to get there, explaining it wasn't very far. I thanked him and gave him a tip for his effort, before I went to clean up. Once the boys and I were ready, we made our way there. During the meal, I told the boys we'd have to get up at 5:00 tomorrow, because we had an 8:00 starting time for our next little tour. They begged me to tell them what we would be doing, but I kept it a secret. I wanted to be able to see the looks on their faces when they discovered what we were going to be doing, especially when they saw their accommodations. I knew they'd probably get a kick out of trying this, but I still wanted it to be a surprise. I figured they'd understand my reasons for doing this more fully once we got there. After we finished eating, we went back to the motel. Before everyone went to their rooms, I warned them, once again, about getting to bed early, so they'd be well rested for tomorrow. I emphasized they shouldn't stay up for more than another hour, two at the most, but I would leave it up to them to make the final decision for themselves. The only caveat was, I wasn't going to be sympathetic if they were too tired to enjoy themselves the following day. The room assignments for tonight went like this. Trey, Dion, Cole and Graham had their turn in the 'sex room' tonight, while Danny, Brandon, Dustin and Kevin had agreed to share one of the other rooms together. That meant Ricky, Jay, Pat and Carlos were going to be in the final room, but they also wanted Jordan and Nicky in with them. Each pair was planning on having one of the younger ones sleep with them, so I agreed. That would leave Sammy and Andrew to spend the night in with me, which I don't think bothered either of them. We all went to our rooms, showered or bathed, and got our things ready for the next day. Once everything was done, Sammy and Andrew cuddled with me for a while, as we talked about our trip thus far, and then I tucked them into bed and kissed them good night. After that, I climbed into my own bed for a few well-needed ZZZs. It didn't take long before everyone in my room was out like a light. The boys in the 'sex room' took advantage of having the room for the evening, although there was more than a little discussion about what they would do. Trey and Dion were more than a little concerned about the size difference between them and Cole and Graham. Even thought they were all within a couple of years of age with each other, Cole and Graham's growth had been stunted by malnutrition during their formative years, so they were considerably smaller and more underdeveloped, physically. Believe it or not, Dion was actually the youngest of the group, but was physically much larger than either Cole or Graham, especially when it came to his boyhood. After much discussion, they all agreed that oral sex would probably be their best choice and paired up accordingly. Trey and Cole went to one bed, while Dion and Graham moved to the other. Trey looked like a giant lying beside Cole, considering Cole was actually nearly five months older, yet almost half a foot shorter. However, Trey remained conscious of this fact and was very gentle with his brother, while taking charge. He decided he would do Cole first and immediately bent forward to kiss his partner. Trey parted his lips and let his tongue slip out, sliding it gently over Cole's sealed mouth. Slowly Cole responded to Trey's probing muscle and parted his lips, so Trey's tongue could enter. Soon the boys were carrying on like two swordsmen in a duel, with their tongues clashing like two rapiers in a heated battle. Their hands were not idle either, as their paws roamed freely over each other's naked flesh, so they could become familiar with as much of it as possible. With the preliminaries out of the way, Trey slid down Cole's body, letting his tongue and mouth explore the area between Cole's lips and crotch. After sucking on both of Cole's little pink nubs, he teased the fleshy areas in between with his oral muscle, before he began to let his tongue dart in and out of Cole's navel for a little while. Now, Trey was at Cole's groin, so he reached for Cole's cut piece of meat and began to orally explore it, as well. Trey let his tongue roam all around Cole's boyhood, teasing him as he let the tip of his tongue dart in and out of Cole's tiny slit, and then he moved down to play with his scrotum. Trey was able to take both of those tiny marbles into his mouth at the same time and worked them over with his tongue, while sucking on them at almost the same time. Cole was bouncing around on the bed, totally enjoying the attention and being more than a little aroused by his brother's effort. Soon, Trey realized he would have to move on and devour Cole's penis, so he wouldn't shoot his wad before Trey was ready. Carefully, Trey released Cole's ball bag and moved up to engulf his stubby branch in one move. Trey's lips were rubbing over his pubic patch and Cole's penis was as far into Trey's mouth as it would go. Trey used his lips and tongue to stimulate the sides of the smaller boy's dick, while he added suction with his cheeks and lungs. Cole was flailing around on the bed, in reaction to this sensory overload in his brain, when suddenly he grasped a fistful of sheet in both of his hands and arched his body upward. Within seconds, he was spewing his load into Trey's mouth and down his throat, totally enjoying his sought after release. As his penis wilted, after yielding its final drops of semen, Trey released it from his mouth and let Cole enjoy his special moment in peace. On the other bed, Dion and Graham had done some kissing and petting too, but they were younger and more impatient to get to the 'good stuff.' No one outside of the family would have believed that Graham was more than eight months older than Dion, as he was several inches shorter in height and Dion's love muscle was almost twice as long as Graham's. It was kind of a comical sight to see the two of them together, but neither of them felt that way. They just wanted to please each other and enjoy those wonderful feelings their orgasm would give them. Dion bent down and took Graham's pecker and nut sac into his mouth, all at one time, and sucked on them together like that for a minute or two. Once he was satisfied with what he'd done, he let Graham's gonads fall free, so he could suck on Graham's immature organ. This only reminded Dion about how lucky he was to be so well endowed. Graham did have a sparse scattering of hairs at the base of his dick, but they were hardly noticeable to Dion, even when his lips touched that area. Eager to proceed, Dion let his lips seal around the outside of Graham's shaft, making sure he allowed his soft, fleshy lips to grasp the skin tightly enough to push Graham's foreskin back behind his glans, like he did with Trey. Then Dion let his tongue swish around the sensitive cock-head, while letting his oral muscle touch every part of it, including the slit. Dion's head was bobbing up and down now, although it didn't have to travel very far, and Graham was benefiting from Dion's careful ministrations. Graham's mouth hung open, as soft whimpering sounds came from his throat and his eyes rolled back in his head, while he enjoyed the electrical feelings that were shooting through his tiny frame. Finally Graham reached the point of no return and his little dick erupted, spilling its immature watery droplets onto Dion's tongue and over the lining of his mouth. Dion made sure he got everything that Graham had to offer, not wanting to waste any of those few, precious, honey-coated droplets, and then he released the tiny piece of meat and let it fall back on Graham's abdomen. Dion snuggled up next to his little brother, while he waited for him to come down from his high, kissing the boy gently and letting his hands roam freely over and around his partner's soft, silky flesh. Back on the first bed, Cole had recovered and was ready to take on Trey. Cole started by playing with Trey's semi-erect prick, pinching and stretching the foreskin, before sliding it back and forth, exposing and then covering his dickhead back up. This simple activity brought Trey to full erection and his granite pole stood out at a slight angle from his body. Trey's cock was not only longer, but also thicker than Cole's, so Cole knew it would take a little effort on his part to get that rod completely into his mouth. However, he was determined to do it and give Trey the same amount of pleasure that Trey had just given him. After licking the sides of the shaft and munching on Trey's testicles, Cole stretched his mouth as wide as it would go and eased his head down and over that mighty oak. Eagerly, he rocked up and down on Trey's pride and joy, stimulating it with his lips and tongue, while he sucked on it like he was slurping a thick milkshake up a straw. Trey was really enjoying Cole's attentiveness and effort, even though Cole was definitely not as experienced, but he was thrilled to notice that Cole was so eager to please him. Cole never balked, hesitated or complained about what he was doing and gave his best effort to satisfy Trey. The tight fit of Trey's thick meat in Cole's small mouth and the sweet caress of the warm, moist lining of Cole's oral passage around his sausage gave Trey an experience unlike any other. Therefore, it didn't take very long for Trey's juices to start to boil over, deep within him. With just a few more nods of Cole's head on his wand, Trey released a powerful load of cum down Cole's throat, nearly gagging the smaller boy with the large volume of cream he had produced. Cole was able to control his reflexes and managed to swallow most of his treat, only allowing a few drops to escape from his lips before he regained control. Trey's head (the one on his shoulders) was swaying back and forth as he let all of those wonderful feelings wash over his entire body. As he was coming down from the clouds, he felt Cole crawl up beside him and press his lips against Trey's, so they could share a warm, tender and loving kiss. In response, Trey threw his arms around Cole's torso and they spent the next few minutes just hugging, kissing and sharing a special moment alone. On the other bed, the mismatch was even more pronounced than the difference in size between Cole and Trey. Although Dion's meat wasn't nearly as thick as Trey's, it was longer and Graham's oral opening was much smaller. Dion had already thought about this in advance, and was prepared to give Graham some advice. He instructed the smaller boy to just take what he could in his mouth and then wrap his hand around the rest of it, so he could stimulate that part with his fingers. Graham's eyes nearly popped out of his head, as Dion's wand came to life and kept growing. Graham had only seen it in its flaccid state before this and had thought that was big. Dion couldn't help but giggle at Graham's startled reaction. "I guess you've never seen one like that before, huh, little bro?" he teased. "How big does it get?" Graham asked, amazed. "It won't get any bigger for now, but I'm hoping it keeps growing, as the rest of my body does," Dion explained "It's a monster already and you want it to get bigger?" Graham challenged, somewhat in shock. "Yeah, why not? I hope it gets to be as long as a ruler," Dion boasted, although Graham couldn't comprehend a penis that long. "Well, I don't know who'd be able to do anything with you if it gets that big," Graham suggested, although Dion was unfazed by his remark. "Oh, somebody will. Big dicks are really neat and there will always be someone who will want to play with it," Dion informed him. "Guys are fascinated by big snakes, so I don't think I'll have to worry about finding somebody to help me out." "Well, I'll take my turn now, while it's still small," Graham told him, before clarifying that point, "well, at least smaller than it will be when you get older." Dion chuckled at Graham's last comment, as he watched his little brother struggle to slip his mouth over the head of his cock. "Don't try to take too much. Just take what you can and then use your hand on the rest of it," Dion reminded him, as it looked as if Graham was going to try to take as much as he could. Telling him a second time got Graham to do precisely that, so now he began to treat Dion's schlong like a big Tootsie Pop. He licked, sucked and pulled the bulbous helmet in and out of his mouth, only worrying about the top third of Dion's pole. Graham was having so much fun playing with Dion's toy that he almost failed to notice when Dion began to approach his orgasm. Finally, he heard Dion panting and understood what that meant, so he wrapped his mouth as tightly around Dion's knob as he could. As Graham continued to slide to and fro around the upper part of Dion's boner, his two hands worked up and down the sides of Dion's root. Dion had now reached the edge of his sexual cliff and ribbons of spunk sped up his shaft and flew from the slit, coating Graham's tonsils with his milky treat. Graham slurped it all down and continued to suck on Dion's prick until Dion pushed him off. That was because his cock was getting a little tender, since Graham's efforts had been directed at a very limited area of his rod, so he pried Graham off before it began to hurt worse. In an effort to keep Graham from feeling his efforts weren't appreciated, Dion pulled Graham up to him, so he could kiss and hug him to show him he enjoyed the fine job he had done. After they cuddled together for a few more minutes, the boys kissed each other one final time, since they'd decided they wanted to spend the night with their normal partners. Dion and Cole quickly switched places and soon they were wrapping their arms around their usual bunkmate. Trey and Dion waited about twenty minutes, letting the other pair fall asleep first, before they began to discuss the evening. "Well, how was it?" Trey wanted to know. "It was okay," Dion responded. "Graham tried hard, but he just doesn't know how to handle such a big cock." "Yeah, I know what you mean. Cole had all he could do to handle my thick meat and I kind of felt bad for him. He did his best to please me, though." "Are you still horny?" Dion asked Trey. "I know I am." "Me too. What do you want to do?" Trey wondered. "Let's make love to each other. Okay?" Dion suggested. "Sure. You can go first," Trey agreed. "Can you get the lube?" "Yeah, I've got some in my suitcase. Hold on while I get it," Dion told him. Dion's bare butt bounced as he raced across the room, while his dick swayed to and fro in time with his steps. He quickly retrieved his tube of lube and raced back to the bed. Trey rolled over on his stomach and spread his legs, so Dion could deposit a big dab of jelly against his pucker. Dion used his fingers to rub it around and into Trey's hole, stretching him out at the same time. When Trey indicated he was ready, Dion scooted in between his legs, greased his own pole and placed his mushroom head against the opening. As gently as he could, Dion pushed his dick against Trey's rosebud, until his helmet penetrated the muscular ring and gradually slid all the way into Trey's love tunnel. He paused momentarily before he began to piston in and out of Trey, taking full advantage of having his usual sex partner. Dion was riding Trey's ass as if he were a Brahma bull rider in the rodeo and was going for the trophy. Trey bucked his rear-end up and down as Dion rode him, matching his lover's every movement. They seemed to be going for the world's record ride, when Dion slammed his meat home and let loose his second load of boy juice of the evening, before falling, exhausted, across Trey's back. Trey was huffing and puffing too, having enjoyed Dion's growing expertise in love making, but then patiently waited for Dion to recover, so they could switch positions. Dion had nearly worn himself out with his effort, so Trey positioned his partner on his back, placed Dion's legs over his shoulders and began to grease Dion up and stretch out his rectal muscles. Trey worked him over until he could get three of his fingers inside Dion's chute, without causing him discomfort, and then he put a coating of lube on his erection and moved into position. He was careful to go slowly with his lover, not wishing to hurt him as he entered, and eventually he was fully inside Dion and ready to go. Trey hesitated for a few seconds first, to make sure Dion had adjusted to his girth, and then began to slide in and out of Dion's hole, brushing Dion's prostate on nearly every thrust. As Trey continued to rock back and forth, he bent down and kissed Dion, slipping his tongue into Dion's eager mouth. The two sparred with their tongues, while Trey pounded Dion's butt like a rutting deer. This continued for several more minutes, before Trey began to feel those tingling sensations spread throughout his body, which caused him to make his final thrust, before whitewashing Dion's intestinal tract with his love juices. That pair continued to hug and kiss for a while longer, before they gave in to their tired bodies and cuddled together for sleep. Dion lay with his head resting on Trey's chest, while his arm was wrapped around his lover's waist, and that's the way they were positioned when they eventually dozed off. 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.