Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2009 15:46:54 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 3, chapters 9 - 10 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 9 -- A Helping Hand. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. The sleeping arrangements that night went like this: Ricky, Jay, Cole, Graham, Sammy and Andrew shared one room; Dustin, Kevin, Pat, Carlos, Jordan and Nicky shared the second; and Danny, Brandon, Trey and Dion got their belated turn in the 'sex room'. That last foursome was in their room, getting ready to decide what they wanted to do for the evening. "Would you mind if we just stayed with our own partner tonight?" Trey asked shyly. "Heck, no," Brandon answered him. "We were thinking of asking you the same thing. We haven't been able to spend any time alone in ages and were hoping you'd agree to this, since we saw how tight you guys were with each other. We were just afraid you'd be offended if we suggested it and think we didn't want to spend time with you or something." "We know better than that," Dion told him, "but we were kind of worried you might think the same thing about us. I'm so glad we feel the same about this and you guys are my brothers now." "I'm glad too," Danny answered him. "Thanks, guys. This means a lot to Brandon and me." The boys went to their own beds to have some fun with their partner. While Danny and Brandon were getting ready to go at it, Dion and Trey were having another little discussion. "What do you want to do, Trey?" Dion asked. "What I want is for you to be inside of me," Trey responded, very directly and forcefully. "Okay, then you can do me after," Dion suggested. "That's not really necessary, Dion," Trey countered, timidly. "I really like being on the bottom and not all that interested in being on top." "What are you talking about?" Dion wondered, unsure if there was a problem. "I'm trying to tell you that I like receiving, better than giving," Trey confirmed. "I'll be happy as long as you do me." "Oh, I get it," Dion announced, finally beginning to understand what Trey meant. "Heck, I like the giving part better, so it won't be a problem at all. I mean I'll do the other thing too, if you want me to, but I don't enjoy that as much as I do sliding in and out of you." "Great! Then we'll make a perfect combination," Trey announced, joyously. "You do the giving and I'll do the receiving." "That sounds terrific to me, as long as you don't mind," Dion agreed. "I just thought you'd feel cheated if I didn't do the same thing for you." "Heck, no!" Trey exclaimed. "While you're sticking it up my butt, just use your hand to get me off. That's all I'll need to make me feel good." "I can do that. In fact, I'll be happy to do that," Dion agreed, enthusiastically. "Are you ready then?" "I sure am," Trey announced, before he rolled over, lifted his butt in the air and wiggled it at Dion. Dion started laughing and went to get his lube. When Dion returned, Trey was on his back, two pillows stuffed under his rear and his legs pulled up to his chest. Dion started to lube him up and then greased up his own pole. Before long he was in position, with his eight-plus inches ready to drill for oil. Dion had grown a little since he first came to be with us, much to Trey's delight. Gently he pushed his way in and Trey opened up to receive that wonderful monster. Dion had learned to control himself better with practice, so he was lasting longer and longer and not blowing his wad so quickly any more. Now, he began to make long steady strokes in and out of his lover and, yes, he and Trey were definitely becoming lovers. They were growing more and more inseparable the longer they were together, and I could see more than just a brotherly bond forming between them, especially since the night they shared a room with me on this trip. Dion was happily ramming his pole up Trey's rectum and stroking Trey's cock at the same time. Trey was really enjoying Dion's budding prowess, and loved Dion's energy and eagerness to please. He was also impressed with Dion's progress in learning to contain his excitement and avoiding the quick releases. This time, Dion was giving him the best ride yet. That long slender dong of his felt great up Trey's chute and it kept brushing against Trey's prostate on nearly every stroke. Trey was in heaven and Dion's hand stroking Trey's cock was just the icing on the cake. After many minutes of this dual stimulation, Trey was beginning to approach his own orgasm, and from Dion's panting, he assumed his partner was nearly there as well. Trey did all he could to hold out until Dion came, but nearly couldn't stand to delay it any longer, when he felt Dion's hot blasts filling his bowels. Relieved that he had made it, he released his own load, allowing his hot cum to squirt between their bodies. Before long, both of their cum reservoirs were completely empty and Dion fell on top of Trey, exhausted, yet satisfied. They remained like that for several minutes, until Trey finally wrapped his arms around his partner and began covering him in kisses. Eventually they cleaned up and went to sleep, having their best dreams ever, as they snuggled happily together. Danny and Brandon enjoyed a similar night of bliss, but they had each made love to the other. Although Brandon felt similar to Trey, about preferring to be the bottom in the relationship, he was always reluctant to broach the topic with Danny. Danny always seemed to enjoy it too, when Brandon did him, and the night they were with Pat, Danny had offered to let both boys do it to him. That's why Brandon hesitated about saying anything, since he was afraid they both might be bottoms at heart. Some day he'd bring the topic up, but just not yet. The next morning at breakfast, I explained to the boys that there was going to be a slight change in our plans. We were going to spend an extra day in Phoenix, to give me time to see if I could help out Bobby and his family a little more. I told them they could go swimming in the pool or hang out in the rooms, and I asked for a couple of volunteers to go to the Laundromat to wash our clothes. Pat and Carlos immediately offered to do that chore, so I accepted their assistance and told the other boys to get the things that needed to be cleaned together, when they got back to their rooms. Pat and Carlos placed the clean items from their luggage onto their bed, so they could put the dirty clothes in there and take everything to the Laundromat. Once they were finished washing everything, they could then fold the clean items and bring them back the same way. I thought it was a good plan and told them so, besides thanking them for volunteering to do the work. Next, I explained to the others that Nick would be going with me, since he knew Bobby the best. I thought that would make Bobby more comfortable, and in turn relieve any apprehensions Bobby's parents might have. They quickly understood what I was saying and agreed it was a good idea. After that, I asked the older boys to watch out for the little ones and they readily agreed. Everything had now been taken care of, so Nick and I were off. While Pat and Carlos were doing our laundry, Nick and I went to check out apartments I had found listed in the newspaper. After looking at several, we finally found one we both liked, and believe it or not, it wasn't very far from the grocery store where I found Nick the day before. It was a fairly large three-bedroom, two-bath apartment, on the ground floor of an apartment complex, and below it were the laundry facilities and the storage rooms for the various tenants. After discussing the situation with the complex manager, he agreed to rent the apartment to Bobby's family, so I wrote him a check for the security deposit and first six-months' rent. He was happy and we were thrilled. He wanted me to sign the lease, but I explained I wanted Bobby's family to sign it first and then I'd sign it too, if that would make him feel better. He agreed and said he would give us the keys, once I brought them back and everything was signed. Nick was very excited about all of this. "They're going to love it and they'll be so surprised. Thanks, Mr. Currie. You're the greatest." "Hey, it's time you stopped calling me Mr. Currie. You may call me Josh, Uncle Josh, Pop -- anything, but please, no more Mr. Currie. "Okay, but let me think about that for a little while," he agreed. "I'm not sure which one to use yet." After that, I drove to my next stop, which happened to be the district offices of the local school system. I asked to speak to the Superintendent, and it took a little sweet-talking for me to be able to get five minutes with him, but I did get in. I told him who I was, explained about Bobby's family and I inquired about a couple of positions I saw in the help wanted advertisements in the newspaper. After we talked for a few minutes, he agreed on interviewing the couple for the positions. The father would be considered for the janitorial/maintenance-man position (since the ad stated no heavy lifting was required and the superintendent had confirmed that fact), and the mother would interview for a cafeteria worker's spot at the high school. His position would be a 12-month job, while hers would be a 10-month contract, giving her school vacations and the summer off to be with the children. I thought it was the perfect solution and set up the interviews for Monday morning. The Superintendent wrote his name, phone number and the interview times on a slip of paper, so I could give it to Bobby's parents. I thanked him and then we left, but we still had one more stop to make. In a couple of minutes, we pulled up at the grocery store we were at yesterday. Nick didn't want to go inside with me, but I told him to stick close and there wouldn't be any problems. We went inside and I asked to speak to the manager. He was paged to the front of the store and had a strange look on his face when he saw us. Hesitantly, he came over. I reached out and shook his hand, before explaining that I was going to offer him a chance to make some money. He looked puzzled, but heard me out. I told him that I wanted to open up an account for a needy family. I would write him a check, right now, for six hundred dollars, and then he would allow the family to buy their food and write it off to that account. I would also give him my name and address, in case they overspent that sum in the future, and then he could call me to settle the account. He agreed to my proposal, so I got out my checkbook and began writing. He thanked me and then hesitated a minute before he spoke again. "I'm glad you talked me into letting this little rascal go yesterday," he admitted. "I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing at the time, but you were right, we all benefited from it. I already see he looks much better and seems to be happier now that he's back with you. I'm pleased to know you and I want to thank you for being such a nice guy, helping out that family and all those boys you work with." Nick had to stifle a giggle, but controlled himself until we got outside the store. He waited until we got back into the van before he spoke. "Did you see the look on that guy's face when he saw us in his store? And he still thinks that you run a group home for boys," Nick told me, before breaking out in a fit of hysterical laughter. "Well, I do, don't I?" Nick chortled again and we drove over to find Bobby and his parents. When we located them, I explained that we wanted them to follow us someplace. They immediately wanted to know where, but we told them that part was a secret. They looked suspicious and talked amongst themselves for a bit, before they agreed to follow us. I think they did so only after Bobby pleaded with them and explained how I had already helped Nick. We pulled into the apartment complex and parked. Nick ran to get the manager, while they got out of their vehicle. I pointed out the layout of the complex, including the play area for the children, and then emphasized about what a nice location it was in. They still weren't sure what was going on and why I was telling them all of this, but they didn't run off. By the time the manager had rejoined us, we were already heading to their new apartment, although they didn't know it. They were speechless when they saw it and I explained to them that I had already paid the security deposit and first six-months rent. They thanked me, although still looking skeptical, and then I heard them asking each other, in soft whispers, what they were going to do after that. That's when I sprung my next surprise. I told them about the job interviews with the school district and what positions they were for. I explained that would give them enough time to get their feet back on the ground and allow them the opportunity to save up some money, so they could stand on their own, from that point on. Bobby's mother started crying, while his father kept thanking me over and over again. That's when I realized the apartment wasn't furnished. I was busily apologizing about that fact when the manager explained he might be able to help us out. He informed us about a Salvation Army thrift store that was located nearby and added the prices for things were quite reasonable. I thanked him and decided I'd take the family there, as soon as we had finished our business with the apartment complex manager. They signed the lease, got their keys and everyone was happy. We drove over to the thrift shop and I allowed them to pick out their furniture for themselves. They ended up getting three bedroom sets, a small dinette set, some furniture for the living room and four or five table lamps. After listening about their situation, the thrift store manager agreed to deliver the items that evening -- for free. I quickly wrote him out a check for the items, with an additional donation for the organization, so they could help others out as well. Nick and I accompanied the family back outside, while the thrift store manager was having his employees load up a couple of trucks with their purchases. We went back to the apartment with them and got a kick out of watching the kids look around their new home. "We don't know how to thank you," Bobby's mother told us. "You've done so much for us and I have no idea why." "Just take care of your children and love them. That will be payment enough," I told her. "We all get down on our luck from time to time and I'm just giving you a helping hand, so you can get back on your feet. Someday, when you have your financial situation back under control, you can give some other needy family a helping hand and allow them to become independent again." They each smiled at us, nodded their heads and shook my hands. Bobby and his sisters wanted us to see their rooms, so Nick and I walked back to the bedrooms with them. Bobby hugged Nick and thanked him for being so nice and then asked me to kneel down. When I did, he hugged me too, and then gave me a kiss, which totally surprised me. After that, his sisters did the same thing. We went back into the living room and I told them that we'd help bring everything in from their car before we left. We brought the groceries in and put them on the kitchen counter, while Bobby's mother started putting things away. She put the orange juice and water in the refrigerator, a simple act that caused a light bulb to go off in my head. Suddenly I realized that we had forgotten something else, something basic. I told the family that I had to do one more thing, and Nick and I went back to the van. "What now?" Nick asked me. "We forgot dishes and silverware," I told him. "I think we should also get them some bedding, towels and wash cloths, and then a gift certificate, so they can buy some new clothes and anything else we might have forgotten." "Good idea, but can you afford all of this?" Nick wondered. "Don't worry about it," I told him, "I've got it covered." We drove over to a discount store and bought the items I had previously mentioned, but I also got them $250.00 worth of gift certificates from that store. They could go back on their own and buy their clothing, curtains, and whatever else they needed at another time. We returned and dropped those things off, which started Bobby's mother crying again, and then the furniture arrived, just as we were getting ready to leave. I wrote my name and address on the paper from the school district and told them to keep in touch. They thanked me once more, and then Nick and I left. By the time Nick and I got back to the Laundromat, we discovered Pat and Carlos had been done for a while and were beginning to wonder if we had forgotten them. We told them what we had done and they just smiled. Then I heard Carlos say, "I figured he'd do something like that." By the time we got back to the motel, the boys were starving. We could either have a late lunch or an early dinner, so we decided to just go ahead and have an early dinner. We went out to find a restaurant, knowing we shouldn't have a problem getting seated at this early hour, and then proceeded to stuff ourselves. Nick spent his time, in between bites, telling the boys about how we had helped Bobby and his family. The boys asked if we could stop by and see them again before we left and I told them we could do that tomorrow. We'd invite them to join us during the day and then we'd say our good-byes before we moved on to the next town. Everyone seemed to like that idea, so it was agreed it was what we'd do. That night the entire group was in a really good mood. We went to a movie and then stopped by the apartment, so we could invite Bobby and his family to go with us tomorrow. They tried to refuse, saying we had done too much already, but we weren't going to take 'no' for an answer. We told them to be ready by 9:00 the next morning and they could follow us to where we were going. They agreed and we went back to the motel. We didn't stay up very late, because we knew we'd have to get up early in the morning, and I told the boys what was planned. Then we went back to our rooms and cleaned up. Nick asked me if he could sleep with me tonight, seeing the little ones were going to be using the other bed. I actually thought he would just share with them or spend the night with some of the other boys, so I suggested he might feel more comfortable spending the night with some of the other boys. He quickly turned down my suggestion, saying he wanted to stay with me, so I told him that would be fine. Once we were in bed, he thanked me again for helping Bobby and his family out, before informing me about how much he liked Bobby and how close they had become in the short time they had known each other. Then he admitted it made him feel special that he had helped make it possible for us to meet them, before adding that he almost felt as if he had been the one who had really helped them out. I was just settling in, ready to close my eyes, when he made one final comment. "I wish you were my father," he announced, shocking me, "or that my father was more like you. He has enough money to help people too, but he only thinks of himself." "Don't be too hard on him," I countered. "You might be surprised. He is probably at home right now, missing you very much." Before Nick had a chance to argue the point, I placed a finger over his mouth, letting him know it would be best to remain quiet, and then I kissed him on the forehead, wished him pleasant dreams and we both got comfortable. Shortly thereafter, I discovered he had already fallen asleep. The 'sex room' wasn't very busy that night either. It was Ricky, Jay, Cole, and Graham's turn to use it, and the boys just helped each other get off quickly and then went to sleep. They were excited about our plans for tomorrow and wanted to be well-rested when we got to where we were going. They were soon asleep, dreaming pleasant thoughts about what tomorrow would bring. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 10 -- Phoenix, Yuma and Tombstone. Early the next morning, we drove over to the apartment where Bobby and his family had moved and then headed out for breakfast. I had them follow us, because there just wasn't room for them in our van. After we finished eating, I told them to follow me again and led them to our next stop, a miniature golf course. We split into foursomes and practically took over the entire place. The kids had a great deal of fun and no one really paid much attention to the scores. I was impressed watching my boys help not only our smallest members, but also Bobby and his sisters. This fact was also picked up on by Bobby's parents, who commented about how good the older boys were with all the younger ones. It was a very rewarding and enjoyable experience for all of us. Once we finished there, we loaded into our vehicles again and they followed me to a gas station, where I filled up both vehicles. I didn't want anyone to get stranded along the way. Once that was done, we drove to Scottsdale, which is just outside of Phoenix. Since the next activity I had planned wouldn't take place until noontime, I led everyone to a movie complex. Luckily, there was a cartoon showing, one of those that both the children and adults can enjoy. Bobby and his sisters were extremely excited about this, because they hadn't seen a movie, or even been able to watch television, for a very long time. I think we all enjoyed the film, but I got more satisfaction out of watching the kids. Bobby's sisters were on the edge of their seats most of the time, watching intently and giggling joyfully at the humorous moments. I could tell Bobby was into it too, but every so often he would look over at me and flash me a huge grin, letting me know how much he appreciated being here. After the movie ended, we loaded up again and pulled up to Rawhide Western Town for lunch a few minutes later. This is a steakhouse with much, much more for the kids to do. The best description I can think of would be, it was kind of like Chuck E. Cheese on steroids. We entered it by walking over a covered bridge, which led us into a facsimile of an old west town. The younger ones thought it was really neat. Before we ate, we decided to attend the stunt-filled Six Gun Theater first. This was actually held outdoors and was full of cowboys falling down, which included from the top of buildings, getting knocked down in brawls or after losing one of the assortment of shootouts, but it was done well and the kids were enthralled with the action. The next activity on our agenda was taking a spin on the Rawhide Carousel. This was an old steam-driven merry-go-round, built in the 1880's, and I reminded everyone that riding this would have been a major event for children of that period. It wasn't that different from modern carousels, except the sound of the engine running it, which gave this ride a whole new feel, at least for me. Once these rides were over, since Bobby's sisters wanted to go on it again, we decided it was time to eat. Entering the dining area, we sat down and began looking at the menu. Immediately, the boys picked up on the Rattlesnake and Rocky Mountain Oysters, the first two items on the menu. "Ewww, they've got rattlesnake on the menu, Daddy," Graham announced, while making a very sour-looking face. "Yes, remember you're out west now and people actually eat that here," I explained. "They say it tastes like chicken." "Then I'll settle for the real thing," Cole shot back, noting the irony in eating something that tasted like something else. "What are Rocky Mountain Oysters, if they're not seafood," Pat asked, looking confused. Bobby's parents and I just looked up at him and grinned. "I'm not sure you're ready to know the answer to that," I told him. "Why not?" Pat shot back. "Come on, just tell us, Pop," Brandon followed. "I think we'd all like to know what that is." As I looked around, all the boys were nodding their agreement. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you," I told them. I then lowered my voice, so Bobby's sisters wouldn't hear what I was saying. "They're bull testicles." "Ewwwww," Kevin shrieked, as he pictured someone eating something like that. I think it had affected him more, since he'd had one of his own removed. "Yuck," Jay added, nearly vomiting over just the thought of trying such a thing. "Who would eat something like that?" Dustin followed, not believing anyone would have the guts to try such a thing. "Well, someone must, or they wouldn't keep it on the menu," I joked, which drew disgusted looks from my entire clan. We all did find something more suitable for lunch, and the younger ones, those under eleven, ordered from the Kid's Menu, which came with activities to occupy them while the rest of us chatted. I was surprised to note that Sammy had also asked for a kid's menu, even though he reminded me earlier that he had turned twelve before we left home, but I guess that was more to his liking and he was eager to immerse himself in the activities provided with it. After encouraging everyone to order what they wanted and not worry about the price, we had a very tasty meal, one of the best so far on this trip. Once we'd finished, I suggested we attend a performance of the Rainmaker Comedy Show, to give our meal some time to settle. Everyone agreed that sounded like fun, so we went and laughed away the next thirty minutes or so, listening to cowboy humor. Once we left there, I talked everyone into going on the stagecoach ride, even though we had to split up in smaller groups to do this. It was quite an eye opening experience for everyone, as the ride rattled the teeth in our mouths as we traveled along. If it was this bad to us, what would it have been like for someone traveling by stagecoach in the 1800's, since I suspected the shocks on these coaches were better than the originals would have been and the roads we traveled over a touch smoother. After that, we went to the Native American Theater for a show, where we watched various Native American groups perform ancient dances and impress us with their skills using traditional weaponry. After the show ended, we all hopped aboard the Desert Train Ride, so we could see some of the local scenery. Once that ride was over, we let the little ones go panning for gold, while the older boys went to try their hand at becoming a sharp shooter, among other things, at the Wells Fargo Arcade. When we all came together again, Bobby's parents took their girls to ride on the burros, while the rest of us tried the camel riding instead. I was curious as to why such an activity would be included in an old west setting and was surprised to learn that during the mid 1800's the U. S. Government and the Secretary of War had set up a camel corps, importing over seventy camels to use in the arid southwest. The animals were put to work carrying freight over the desert, between Arizona and California, but the experiment didn't last very long and was generally considered a failure. I'm not sure why, but it didn't really work out. When I finally suggested it was time to leave, everyone seemed satisfied with the great time they'd had there. We actually did some swapping around on the way back, as Ricky, Cole and Graham offered to ride back with Bobby's parents, when their kids told us they wanted to ride in the van. Since everyone was agreeable to that idea, we made our way back to their new home. Once we arrived at their apartment, the kids insisted on showing us all around now that the place was furnished. It looked great and was well organized, for the short time they had been in it. Bobby's father also told me the moving crew actually set up the beds and everything else for them when they delivered it, so it saved him from having to do it. I was also pleased to note all of the beds were made, their personal belongings had been put away and the whole area looked fantastic. We stayed for about an hour before I had to explain we needed to be on our way. Although they were a little disappointed we would be leaving the area soon, they thanked us again, the kids gave us all hugs and kisses, and Bobby was extra generous with Nick and me. As we bid them all farewell, we also promised them we'd keep in touch. There were more than a few tears evident on both sides, as we hit the highway again, this time heading in the direction of Yuma. We took I-10 part of the way, before taking a connecting road to I-8, and it was there that we stopped for dinner. It was a fairly brief stop, since boys can eat very quickly, and then we drove a little more. By the time we got to Yuma, it was getting late, so we just checked in to our motel and went to our rooms. Tonight, Danny, Brandon, Dustin and Kevin were in the 'sex room', although I never heard what took place that night. Knowing the four boys as I do, I figured that they probably just spent the evening with their own partner and enjoyed the time being close to one another. Other than that group, Cole, Graham, Pat and Carlos asked Jordan and Nicky to join them in their room, while Ricky, Jay, Trey and Dion asked Nick to come in with them. That left Sammy and Andrew with me, but the three of us enjoyed a peaceful evening together, with both boys cuddled up on my lap until it was time for bed. The next morning, after breakfast, we visited the Yuma Territorial Prison State Historical Park. It had been a Wild West territorial prison from 1896 to 1909, and was made of iron and adobe. The overpowering bleakness of what it might have been like to be confined there really hit home with the boys. "Man, can you imagine being locked up in a place like this for any length of time?" Ricky asked, noting the starkness and small size of the cells. "I think I'd go crazy, if I had to stay there for very long." "Too late," Dustin teased. "You already ARE crazy." That caused Ricky to take a playful swipe at his larger, much more muscular brother. "Just the same," Danny interrupted, "can you imagine what it would be like to spend even a week locked up here. I think I might die of boredom." "Well, it certainly wasn't a resort or country club, that's for sure," I responded. "The prisoners were placed in their nine-foot-by-twelve-foot cell, which was equipped with the two triple-decker iron bunks you saw, one on each side, so the cell could accommodate six. Just that many bodies packed into such a small area, not to mention the smell and uncomfortable conditions created by the summer heat, when it would frequently be 110 degrees or more and there was no air conditioning, were enough to make it unbearable. "Those who got into trouble were moved to the ten-by-ten dark cell. Once the door was closed on that holding cell, there was absolutely no light in there at all and the prisoner was fed only bread and water. It was reported that a couple of prisoners who had been kept in the Dark Cell went directly from there to an insane asylum. Anyone who tried to escape from the prison would be fitted with a ball-and-chain, which they wore at all times, so I guess you could say there was nothing fun or soft about this place." When that discussion ended, we toured the park's museum, where we learned about some of the criminals who had been housed there. None of them had names we recognized, for being overly notorious or anything like that, and we discovered most of the criminals had been robbers, forgers, bigamists or even murderers. Outside of the bigamists, who loved more people at one time than was allowed, it was hard to feel sorry for them or about what they had to endure. The boys were also surprised to learn that twenty-nine women had also been locked up here, as they didn't realize some of the women in the old west were as tough as men. We also saw artifacts from its operational years, which included tools the prisoners used while building this place, a ball and chain, other restraining devices and an old prison wagon with iron bars, which was used whenever the prisoners were transported, including to be brought here in the first place. It was kind of a sobering look at the past and well worth the extra drive. After leaving the prison, we hopped back on I-8 again, to go back to Tucson. We stopped for lunch about a third of the way there, and then drove straight through to our motel. We settled in, cleaned up and relaxed for a short time, which included a dip in the pool. As it approached dinnertime, I got the boys ready again and we went out to eat. It was nothing fancy, yet still enjoyable, and then we returned to the motel for a quiet evening. Pat, Carlos, Trey and Dion were next in the rotation for the 'sex room', so Ricky, Jay, Dustin and Kevin asked Nick if he would spend the night with them. He agreed instantly and I think I know why. I've been watching Nick since he joined us, mainly to get a feel for what he was like and to pick up little signals about him. From what I've seen so far, I think he has a crush on both Ricky and Kevin, although I'm not positive. I've caught him staring at those two more than at the others and he always seems to try to sit by one or the other at meals, unless he was near me. I think I've become a surrogate father to him and sometimes it seems like he's desperate for a man's attention and affection. It's too bad his father didn't fill that need for him. That left Danny, Brandon, Cole and Graham in the last room and they asked Sammy and Andrew to join them. That left me alone with my grandsons, which worked out well and gave me an opportunity to spend a little more time alone with them. I hadn't had much chance to be alone with them since our vacation began, so tonight I decided to give them my undivided, personal attention. We started off by playing some games together and then I gave them their bath. Once they were clean, we sat down and watched the Disney channel for a while, and they both cuddled up on my lap like Andrew was so fond of doing. After watching a couple of shows, I put them to bed and turned in myself. I think we were all satisfied with our evening alone. The next day we went to the Old Tucson Studios, a theme park just outside of Tucson, where there were rides and shows enough for everyone. I let the older boys split up into groups and do as they pleased, having a meeting place and time established before they left. I kept the four little ones with me, but I did offer Sammy the chance to go off with the others. He thought about it for a minute and then decided he wanted to stay with us, as he preferred being with Andrew and my grandsons. Seeing that had been decided, we went off and did the kiddie thing, and I let the boys go on all of the rides designed for children their size, which included Sammy. The four had a ball, nearly sprinting from one ride to the next, while I struggled to keep up with them. This made me wonder how much longer, meaning months and years, not days and hours, I'd be able to deal with such young and energetic children. During our time together, we also watched a gunfight, saw a dance hall revue (which the little ones thought was more comical than sexy), attended a big top show (which meant it was held in a large tent) and listened to some Native American storytelling. When we met back up with the others, even the older boys were satisfied with their day and we were ready to go eat dinner, before returning to our motel for the night. During dinner, my grandsons excitedly, and animatedly, told their uncles about their day. I think my boys got a thrill out of seeing their nephews so excited and kept them going by asking questions or making comments about what they said. Both Jordan and Nicky ate up the attention and even hammed it up a bit, taking advantage of their moment in the limelight. Once we were in our rooms, things were pretty quiet. The boys were all a little tired and we were nearly finished with our Arizona tour. Ricky and Jay got to share the 'sex room' with Pat and Carlos, who just happened to get scheduled in there on back to back nights, but it was a very subdued event. Everyone decided it was best to go to bed early, in preparation for our last full day in Arizona, which I warned would be a fairly full day. The next morning we drove to the Mission San Xavier del Bac right after breakfast. It's a Catholic church that was built back in 1783, just a few years after the United States became an independent nation. It is a beautiful, old, Spanish mission that has its own attached museum. "Why are we stopping here," Sammy asked. "Because this is supposed to be one of the most beautiful of all the mission architecture," I informed him. "It doesn't look that special," Nick observed, looking out at the structure. "Maybe not to you," I replied, "but considering the time it was built and the many years it has been here, I think it fits superbly into its surroundings." "How come the one tower has a top and the other one doesn't," Dion asked, after noticing that discrepancy. "I'm not sure," I explained, "but it looks as if, for one reason or another, they never managed to finish it." The boys followed me inside and that's when I think they understood why this mission is considered to be one of the most beautiful. It's a wonderful blend of Moorish, Byzantine and late Mexican Renaissance architecture, yet it was so well done that it's hard to tell where one leaves off and the other begins. It is also filled with domes and arches, with many wonderful paintings decorating various spaces, and the high altar is massive, intricate and glorious to behold. We sat in the pews, so we could absorb the magnificence of the place for a short time. After that experience, the boys no longer found a need to question why we'd stopped there. On the way out, we purchased some Indian fry-bread to try, which is a crispy, fried bread that can be served with a variety of toppings, including red chilis or beans, but we chose the cinnamon and powdered sugar versions instead. It was really pretty good and I was glad we chose the 'sweeter' types for the boys to try. We were now on the road, heading for our next destination, Tombstone, which was about an hour away. It is one of the legendary old west towns that seem to get mentioned in nearly all Westerns and cowboy stories. It was the place where the infamous gunfight at the OK Corral took place, which was a bloody and deadly shootout between the Earps and the Clantons. One of our first stops was where that gunfight took place. The boys were standing next to the nine life-sized replicas, seeing if they thought any of them looked menacing, when we were informed a reenactment of the gunfight would take place. Eagerly, the boys gathered around to watch it. "Jeez, that didn't take very long," Graham complained, when it was over. "No, it didn't," I agreed. "It was my understanding that the whole thing took about thirty-seconds, but when it was over, three of the cowboys lay dead and Morgan and Virgil Earp had been wounded." "Dang!" Pat exclaimed "All that happened in thirty-seconds?" "Yes, with so many guns firing," I assured him, "it didn't take much time at all. During our stay there, we also learned the town got its name because its founder had been had been told by friends that he'd find his tombstone, rather than silver, as he left to seek his fortune. That's why he named his first claim Tombstone and the city was built around the mining of gold and silver. After that, we also visited the Tombstone Courthouse, the Boot Hill graveyards, the Bird Cage Theater, the Crystal Palace Saloon and the Tombstone Epitaph, the town's newspaper. We also had lunch at the Rose Tree Inn. When we left Tombstone, we went back to our motel in Tucson, to spend our final night there. We'd be catching a plane in the morning for San Antonio, Texas, where we would visit Brandon's family for a few days. The boys didn't know our destination yet, for all I was willing to tell them was that we were going someplace else, which made them wonder why I was keeping it such a secret. Actually, I wanted to surprise Brandon, not them. Brandon, Danny, Cole, and Graham shared the 'sex room,' but none of them were really into doing much tonight. They were all pretty tired, so they just sucked each other off quickly, before they went to sleep. The thing that made the night special for them was that Graham slept with Danny, while Cole shared his bed with Brandon. The older boys held the younger ones all night long and were almost fatherly in the attention they gave their little brothers. Graham and Cole enjoyed the special attention they got from their older siblings and it was really pretty special to all of them to experience this sort of time together. 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.