Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:30:53 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 4, chapters 29 - 30 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 4 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 29 -- Exploring Relationships. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. The weekend after Little Ricky's birthday party, we had another party planned - a family cookout to celebrate Pat's regaining his vision. It was going to be a very different type of get together for us, but I think that we were all looking forward to it. Unbeknownst to me, however, there was a conspiracy brewing that involved me, however I didn't know about it at the time. It began Friday evening, when Danny borrowed the car to run an errand. He took Brandon and Pat with him and explained it all by saying Pat wanted to personally invite Shannon and Uncle Jake to this party. What they didn't tell me was they had more than that on their minds. I told them it would be fine, so off they went, to complete their mission. It was obvious that Shannon had been expecting them, as he met them at the door as soon as they pulled in, and my boys went inside to say hello to Uncle Jake. He seemed very glad to see them and asked what brought them there. That's when Pat took over. "I came to invite both of you to a picnic we're having tomorrow, at our house. Dad wants to have it to celebrate my getting my eyesight back. You don't need to bring anything, but yourselves, and there will be plenty to eat and lots of things to do. It's just for family, but you're part of our family now." "That's very kind of you to make this invitation and include us as part of the family," Jake responded, "and we'll be glad to attend. What time does this shindig begin?" Pat gave them all the details about the party and filled them in on what to expect. When they finished discussing what would be going on, Danny broached the next topic. "Uncle Jake, you know, you should get in touch with Dad sometime and go out for a few drinks or something. He seems to spend all of his time with us and doesn't get to do anything just for himself. We think he should go out and have some fun once in a while too." "So Shannon's been telling me," Jake responded, quizzically. "I take it you boys have talked about this amongst yourselves?" The boys nodded their heads. "Did you ever suggest this to your dad?" "Yeah, I guess we have talked this over with him too, but he thinks it's more important to be there for us. We appreciate it and all, but we'd also like to see him have some fun of his own, not just provide fun times for us. He hasn't even been on a date since he started adopting us. I don't think it's good for him to neglect his own needs. I think it's about time he enjoyed himself too." "Yes, I can see your point and agree with what you've said," Jake replied. "Josh should get out once in awhile to do things that make him happy too. Maybe I could ask him to meet me after work some Friday, for a few drinks or something." "Or maybe you guys could have dinner together," Brandon added. "Just the two of you." Jake was surprised at this comment and began to get even more suspicious than he already had been. He eyed the boys, while trying to see if he could figure out what cards they held up their sleeves. Finally, he decided on what he was going to say next. "You mean like a date?" he asked, while raising his eyebrows and eying them intently. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," Pat answered, shyly, and all three boys turn red, realizing they hadn't been as sly about this as they'd hoped. They began looking at each other, wondering if they had been too direct in broaching this topic and weren't sure how to proceed from here, but Jake solved that little problem for them. "Uh, wasn't your dad married for a number of years?" Jake asked, but no one answered right away, so they could take their time to come up with an appropriate answer. However, Jake continued before they did. "You know, he might not agree with your trying to fix him up with me. I really don't think he'd be interested, being straight and all." "But he's not," Danny blurted out, before realizing what he'd said and then turning red. Now, he tried to correct his sudden outburst. "What I mean is that Dad's really bi and he's often mentioned how he's regretted not exploring the other side of himself. I think he'd be interested in spending time with you too, but I just think he's too shy to ask. I believe that's why he spends so much time with us, so he can be close to other males without having to worry about going further." "That's interesting," Jake told them, while looking as if he were thinking about something else. "I didn't know that about Josh. He's really told you guys that he's sorry he didn't go out with other guys?" "Yes!" Pat shot back, quickly. "He said that's why he wanted to become a foster parent, so he could help gay and bi boys accept who they were and not make the same mistakes he did." "He really said that?" Jake commented, incredulously. "Yes, he did," Danny came back. "That's why things are so open and accepting at home. He doesn't want us to have any excuses for not being who we are. It's really great, because we've all had a chance to select whom we wanted to be with, without having someone else trying to dictate that to us. Dustin started out with Kevin, but decided later he was more attracted to girls, so now he's going out with a cheerleader. He's bi, but he's decided he'd rather have a girlfriend as his main squeeze." "Hmmm," Jake responded, "there's more to this family than meets the eye. I didn't realize some of this." "Well, we don't announce it to just anybody," Brandon told him, "but you're part of the family now, so we thought you should know." "Well, thank you, and I'm honored to be included in your inner circle," Jake responded, while winking in their direction. Now that the cards were on the table, they all smiled at each other, but you could see the wheels still grinding, as each of them contemplated how to proceed from this point. "What kinds of things is your dad interested in?" Jake asked next. "Well, he likes sports," Pat told him, "especially college sports. I guess he used to play some himself, when he was younger, but he hasn't been that active since he took us all in. I guess we've taken up most of his time." "Does he golf?" Jake followed. "You know, I think he does," Danny responded. "There's a set of golf clubs down in the basement and I'm pretty sure they're his. I know there used to be a bunch of plaques hanging on the wall in his office and at least one of them was for golf, but he boxed them up when he turned the office into his new master bedroom." "Well, maybe I could invite him to go golfing with me some weekend," Jake mused. "I could team up with him and we could play against a couple of other guys I work with." "That would be great!" Pat enthusiastically shouted. "I really think he'd like that too." "Well, I could hint around about it when I'm at your party," Jake offered. "I could say something about golfing with my friends and then see how he reacts to it. If he seems interested, I could tell him we could use fresh blood in our foursome and then take it from there." "Yeah, that's perfect," Danny added. "If it works out, maybe you guys could join a league next year. I really think Dad should have a chance to do something like that." "Well, I can understand why he spends so much time with you boys, though," Jake informed them. "I try to do the same with Shannon, and he's nearly my entire life right now. I can tell you boys are just as important to him as Shannon is to me, but I must admit I am impressed. It's nice to see you're as concerned about your dad's happiness, as he is about yours." "We are, and we really want him to be happy too," Pat replied. "He's done so much for us and it's time we helped do something for him. We think this would be just the thing." Jake and the boys spent a little more time together, chatting about different activities that Josh and Jake might do, but the die was cast and their plan officially set into motion. They would start the ball rolling tomorrow, after Jake and Shannon arrived for Pat's party. Satisfied that their scheming would bear fruit, the boys returned home, filled their brothers in on their accomplishments and started preparing for the picnic. The boys met up in the attic, in Pat's room, to discuss what types of things they were going to do at the party and how they were going to try to get Jake and I together. Although I knew of Shannon's intentions, I was completely oblivious to the fact that my sons had the same objectives, but that soon would become very apparent. I guess I'm pretty lucky to have them and know they are so concerned about me. After everyone arrived at the house the next day, Pat suggested we start out with a game of touch football on the side yard. Even though he couldn't participate in such an energetic competition, he explained that he knew the other boys still wanted to do this and didn't want to stand in their way of having a good time. I told him I thought it was very considerate of him to suggest such an event and I could see many of the boys were eager to take advantage of his generous offer. Once again, Jake and I were paired on the same team, while Steve, Howie (Jay's father) and Mark evened out the other side. Pat ran the clock and kept score from the sidelines. The game was very competitive and we continued to swap touchdowns most of the way, but the other team managed to pull out the victory, just before our timekeeper blew the final whistle. We were all pretty exhausted by the time the game ended, but I was also quite certain everyone was getting hungry. Reluctantly, I forced my weary butt off of the ground and headed in to the house, so I could start getting the food ready. As I rose up and started walking off, Jake asked me where I was going. When I told him, he offered to help and I gratefully accepted his offer. He helped me carry things out back, cranked up the gas grills and offered to give me a hand preparing things. While we were placing the various items on the grill, Jake started talking about golf and asked me if I played. I told him I did at one time and had enjoyed it, but hadn't swung a club in several years. I had given it up when my wife became ill and died, and had been too busy with the boys to think about taking it up again. Jake quickly quipped back that it was like riding a bicycle -- you never forget how to do it, once you've learned. He then asked me if I'd possibly consider taking it up again, but I was confused as to why he was so interested. However, after thinking it over for a few minutes, I told him I thought it might be fun to give it a try again and Jake almost immediately invited me to hit some balls with him the following weekend. After considering his proposal for a few seconds, I agreed and we set a time to meet. I thought it would be nice to get out and be a little more active again. I had always enjoyed golfing; especially the part of getting out in the fresh air and strolling along those lovely fairways, and this was definitely an opportunity to get back to doing just that. I think the boys overheard our conversation, and soon word was passing between them that Jake and I had a 'date'. I didn't know they were considering our planned outing in quite that manner, or I would have corrected them -- to let them know it was just a social outing with a friend. Before long the food was ready, so we sat down to eat. Everyone was starving, as was evident from the sparks that flew when the silverware hit the plates. Once everyone was sated, we sat and chatted for a while longer, to give our food a chance to digest, before we did something more energetic. It was during this time that Sally filled us in on several new developments with the charity, but she also wanted to let us know how helpful the Spences had been with the various tasks they had volunteered to do. I think she was quite pleased and the rest of us were mildly surprised by how much they had accomplished. Following a reasonable wait, we all loaded into several different vehicles and headed down to the miniature golf course. This was something Pat could do with the rest of us, as well as something the ladies would be able to participate in, so I thought the boys had made a great suggestion. It never dawned on me at the time how this also tied in with my being invited to the driving range the following weekend and a possible chance to resume my golfing activities, but if I had, I might have suspected something was up. Maybe this was some sort of conspiracy and there was more to it than first met the eye. Anyway, we all had a great time, although no one actually paid any attention to the scores. Most of our guests went straight home from there, as they had driven their own vehicles to avoid having to return to our house afterward. The boys and I went back to our place and spent the rest of the night doing our own thing. Pat did come up to me later and thanked me for the great party, but I thought it a bit odd that he asked if I'd had fun too. Studying his expression and body posture, I thought it was a sincere question and felt it was possible he was trying to look out for me, as his way of repaying me for what I'd done for him when he was sightless. I never suspected he was just trying to get a feel for how Jake and I got along. I did start to wonder about his intentions, however, after I noticed all of his questions came back to Jake and how we were getting along. Suddenly, I began to wonder if it was just a fluke these things happened at the same time or if this was part of a greater conspiracy. Even though I was curious, I didn't choose to pursue those thoughts further, at least not at this time. Sunday, at church, I got another surprise. After the service I noticed Dion chatting with a girl, something I don't remember having happened before. This appeared more than just a 'how are you doing' sort of conversation, so I wondered what was up. Unfortunately, I was not privy to the fact that Dion had decided it was time to explore the other side of his sexuality, but after seeing me watching Dion, Cole readily informed me that Dion had told Trey he wanted to see what it was like being with a girl. All kinds of alarm bells suddenly went off in my head and I envisioned another Kevin- Dustin break-up, with me spending a great deal of my time trying to console the son who'd been left out in the cold -- in this case, Trey. I did watch Trey as he stared at Dion, while the later was joking around with this girl, and I could feel the unmistakable signs of tension in the air. I just hoped this wasn't the start to another disaster, but decided I might be able to defuse this situation a smidgeon by having a chat with Trey before it got to that point. Once there was a lull in our Sunday afternoon activities, I asked Trey if I could speak with him alone. He quickly agreed and followed me away from the others. "I noticed you watching Dion, as he spent time with that young lady. Is there anything you'd like to talk about?" I asked him, as my way of letting him know I was concerned. "I don't know, Dad," he responded, but I could tell he was doing all he could to keep control of his emotions. "I know he feels that he has to find out what it's like to date a girl and he'll probably even want to see what it's like having sex with her too. Even though I don't like that it's probably going to happen, I know it is something he thinks he has to do." "And it doesn't bother you?" I pressed. "Of course it bothers me," he confessed. "I hate the whole idea, but I know he's got to do it or he'll never be happy with just me. I only hope this doesn't turn out like it did for Dustin and Kevin." "Well, there are no guarantees, so you'll just have to wait and see what happens," I advised him. "I know, Dad, but I don't know what I'll do if he decides he likes girls more than me," he choked out, as his emotions began to overwhelm him. "I love him, I really do, and I thought we were going to spend our whole lives together. I don't know how I'll survive if he decides to leave me now." "Well, let's not put the cart before the horse here," I cautioned. "He just wants to find out what it's like and it doesn't appear he's made any decisions about the future yet." "I know, it's just that I worry about it, after what happened with Dustin and Kevin," he confessed. "I don't know if I could go on, if something like that happened to me. I don't know how Kevin did it. He must be a lot stronger than I am." "Kevin isn't stronger than you, and you'll survive too, if it should come to that," I added, to encouraged him. "Kevin thought he wouldn't be able to survive either, but then he and Nick hit it off and then he had someone new. He even survived when he and Nick broke up, and now he seems to be happy with Brent. Even if that relationship doesn't work out, although I'm not saying it will fail, he'll find somebody else and make the most of it and so will you. We all go through situations like this at some point in our lives. It's just part of growing up." "Yeah, I know, but he's so important to me," Trey shot back, quickly. "It's like our souls had once been one, but got separated, and then we found each other again. I don't know what I'd do without him. We hold onto each other all night long and I don't want to think that will end." "It may not,' I offered, trying to soothe his apprehensions. "I understand how you feel and I'm sure Dion enjoys your time together as much as you do, but he just has to discover things for himself. Give him some time and some space, because if you do, you'll leave the possibility you may still end up together. If you try to limit his actions and make him think you're trying to control him, then you might push him away forever." "I know, Dad, and that's what I'm trying to do," he explained. "It's just not easy. I really hope Dion decides what we have is more important and more special than what he can get from some girl." "I think I know how you feel about him, but only time will tell," I cautioned. "Just try not to push him into a decision or put any undue pressure on him, because I'm afraid that wouldn't work out as you want." "Thanks, Dad, and I'll try not to do that," he agreed. I tried to watch what was going on during the rest of the day, and I even took notice of Kevin and Brent, now that they had also been mentioned. I thought maybe I should see how that combination was doing as well. However, Dion and Trey still received most of my attention. It was obvious that Dion wasn't making an attempt to ignore Trey. In fact, he was very friendly toward him and acting as if nothing was amiss. I took that as a good sign, but I would still closely monitor what was going on. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 4 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 30 -- Growing Bonds. Watching Kevin and Brent, however, was quite a different matter. They were growing closer every day and it seemed as if they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It wasn't anything overt or obscene, just that they constantly seemed to be reaching out to touch the other's hand, arm, face, knee or other exposed part, but not in a sexual way. When they sat together, it was done so their legs were touching or their arms were brushing each other, and it seemed as if they just needed to make contact to be sure the other one hadn't left without them knowing it. I was glad to see Kevin happy again and it was nice to see that Brent had found some happiness too. In talking with some of the other boys, I discovered that Brent and Kevin had been spending a great deal of time sleeping in each other's rooms, so I figured it wouldn't be long before they would probably be moving in together. A little later I pulled Kevin aside, to ask him how things were going. "I notice you and Brent seem to be getting close," I offered. Kevin's face lit up, before he responded. "Yeah, I guess we are," he agreed. "We really get along great and he was kind of lonely too, just like me." "Well, I'm glad you found each other and hit it off," I told him, sincerely. "Is there anything more going on?" Kevin looked a little sheepish, but did answer me. "I think I know what you're asking, and we have done some things together, but not a lot. Mostly just getting to know each other better." "Hmmm. What exactly does that mean?" I pressed. Kevin didn't respond right away, so I asked another question. "Kevin, you know I don't mind if you do things like that, as long as you both agree to it." "I know, and I know the other boys talk to you about things like this," he replied, "but I just feel kind of funny telling you about Brent and me. I hope you're not mad." "No, Kevin, I'm not mad. I was just curious," I told him. Kevin looked at me for a few seconds, saying nothing at all during that period of time, and then he let out a big sigh and spoke. "I don't know why I worry about it. I know I can tell you anything, so I will. Brent and I have done some things together, but only with our hands and mouths. He said he wasn't ready yet to try anything more." "Kevin, I thank you for trusting me with that information," I responded, "and you know I won't say anything, as long as you were both willing participants." "Oh, we were," he enthused. "I'm sure of that," I confirmed. "It's just nice to know who's doing what and how much you boys are into. It helps me make decisions later, when other things come up." "I know and I'm sorry I didn't answer you right away," he confirmed, while looking a bit sheepish about his hesitance. "You've always been there for me, it's just I guess I still worry about people reacting like my father did when he found out about us." "I can certainly understand why that would concern you," I assured him, "but I promise you not everyone is as narrow-minded as your father." "Especially not you," Kevin gushed. "I know that, but sometimes I can't get past the other stuff." "You don't have to explain or apologize," I told him. "I'm asking you for personal information and I realize sometimes there are things you might not wish to discuss. I would never force you to divulge those things you aren't comfortable with telling me." "That's okay, Dad. You didn't force me," he confirmed. "I just finally realized you wouldn't get mad if I told you and I understand you don't know that much about Brent and are just trying to find out. I don't mind if you know and I don't think he would either." "I'm glad to hear that," I said with a smile. "Now, why don't you run along and join the others." "Thanks, Dad, I will." Kevin made his way toward the door, but then stopped and turned to face me again. "You know, Brent's going to stay with me tonight," he added. "I didn't, but it doesn't surprise me," I conceded. Kevin smiled at that statement. "He also said he might be ready to try something new tonight, if you know what I mean." "Well, from what you just told me, I think I have a good idea about what you're referring to," I stated. "You know where everything you'll need is kept, don't you?" "Yes, Dad, I do, and we'll be sure to use it, if we do anything," Kevin agreed. "I'm so glad I live here and you're my dad now," he added, before jogging the few steps back to me, so he could give me a hug. I kissed him on the forehead and squeezed him back. "Well, I'm very glad about that too," I told him. "You're a fine young man and I'm proud you're my son. I trust you, and I'm reasonably sure you wouldn't do anything you shouldn't. I just want to warn you to be gentle with Brent, since he's pretty new to all of this. I have a pretty good idea how he feels about you, since I've noticed the adoring looks he flashes in your direction whenever he sees you, so please don't hurt him. I know you would never do it on purpose, so just go slow and follow his lead." "I understand and I'd never hurt him, Dad," he confirmed. "I know what that's like, remember?" "Yes, Kevin, I do, and you deserve to be happy this time, so go enjoy yourself," I encouraged, before kissing him on the forehead again. As he turned around to run off to find Brent, I gave him a playful smack on his bottom, to send him on his way. It was nearly time for them to take their showers anyway, and I soon saw them heading up the stairs together. Kevin gave me the account of what happened next, a couple of days later. Kevin and Brent went up to the second floor bathroom, stripped down and jumped into the shower together. This wasn't the first time they had done this, but this time was a little different and special for them. As soon as they were both under the showerhead, Kevin kissed Brent passionately, before he started to wash Brent's body. He ran the soap over and around his chest, neck and arms, lathering him up well and scrubbing him thoroughly, before rinsing him off under the warm spray. He made Brent turn around, so he could wash his back using the same procedure, carefully making sure he was thoroughly clean. When Kevin got down to Brent's butt, he rubbed soap all over both cheeks, ran his soapy fingers down the crack, swirled them around the tender opening to his love tunnel and then carefully slipped a finger inside, to clean it out as well. Brent jumped at first, as the finger moved inside and began to probe him, and his sphincter muscle instinctively clamped down on Kevin's intruding digit. Once Brent became accustomed to what was happening, he began to relax and let Kevin continue his actions without interference. As Brent began to enjoy the sensations and revel in the feeling of places being touched that had never been touched before, Kevin withdrew his finger and quickly replaced it with two fingers, before starting his ministrations over. Brent suddenly began to thrust his butt backward, in an effort to urge Kevin on and give him better access to the unexplored region. He was thoroughly enjoying Kevin's stimulation of his inner sanctuary and would never have believed it could feel so good. Getting lost in the new sensations coursing through his young frame, he threw his head back and let these feelings consume his mind and body, while he began to pant and his heart beat quickened. He literally jumped when Kevin's fingers hit his prostate and caused tingling sensations to pulse from the leathery button and shoot throughout his entire body. It almost felt as if an electrical current had just zapped his frame, but it was Kevin's actions that had sent the sparks flying. Brent moaned slightly and his body trembled, as Kevin began to massage the sensitive area even more, and Brent grew even hotter as the action continued. He was also rock hard, and Kevin hadn't even touched his penis yet, when suddenly his cock erupted, spewing out thin streams of nearly clear cum, just from the stimulation on his love button. He almost collapsed at this point, as his knees buckled from the powerful and unexpected release, since he had never had an orgasm before without his or someone else's hand or mouth touching his dick. "How did you do that?" he gasped out, as he began to regain his composure. "Dad calls what I touched in there the prostate," Kevin told him. "He says it's one of the most sensitive sex organs a guy has, but I guess you just found that out." Kevin then chuckled briefly, before continuing. "You shot your load and I never got to even touch your cock." "You still can, if you want," Brent teased, "but that was pretty awesome. I didn't know anything like that could even happen." "Well, you do now, and sometimes something like that can happen when someone has their dick up your ass too," Kevin informed him. "If he is able to get the right angle as he pumps in and out, his penis will rub against your prostate and can cause you to shoot your load without touching your dick too." "Really? That sounds great," Brent told him, while looking dreamily in Kevin's direction. "Maybe we should try that tonight." "If you really want to, I'd love to do that with you," Kevin agreed, "and you could do it to me too, but that's all up to you. We'll do whatever you decide, but first we have to finish cleaning up," Kevin reminded him. Having said that, Kevin bent down and finished washing Brent's legs and then he turned him around, so he could wash the front of him too. Carefully, Kevin worked his way up to Brent's genitals, which he washed thoroughly and took great pleasure playing with his penis in the process. Once Kevin had finished washing Brent, Brent was eager to return the favor. Brent was overly excited and tended to hurry through washing the chest and back, so he could work his way down to Kevin's firm, small butt. Brent immediately worked his fingers into and along Kevin's crack, since he was eager to get to his anus, and quickly worked a finger up and inside his partner. Brent asked how to find the prostate and Kevin tried to explain how it was done. Brent was having a difficult time at first and was becoming frustrated, but finally he found it and began to stroke the leathery nub, which caused Kevin to moan and writhe in delight. Even though he didn't cause Kevin to ejaculate from his efforts, Brent still brought Kevin plenty of joy. After tiring of that activity, Brent asked Kevin to turn around, so he could wash Kevin's front, moving from his chest, then the legs and finally to his groin. Once he had Kevin fully aroused, Brent rinsed him off completely, before grabbing Kevin's stiff rod and sucking it into his mouth. He began to bob on it and gradually brought Kevin quickly toward the brink, but Kevin made him back off before he finished and explained he thought they should save the rest to do in their room. Reluctantly, Brent agreed, and the boys finished their showers, dried and padded down the hallway toward the bedroom they had been temporarily sharing. Once inside, the boys got on the bed and Kevin asked Brent if he was sure he still wanted to try this. Brent told him he was, so Kevin got a condom and the KY out, greased up his fingers and began to work them into Brent again. Brent seemed to be enjoying this even more than he had in the shower, as Kevin gently probed him with first one and then two fingers. When he thought Brent was ready, he put on the condom, covered it with lubricant, laid Brent on his side and lifted his upper leg. Then, he moved forward, lined his torpedo up with Brent's launch tube and used enough pressure to push it past the resilient guardian. Brent's body tightened slightly, as it instinctively tried to resist the intruder, but then he relaxed and the head of Kevin's weapon slipped inside. Kevin stopped once he reached that point, so he could check with Brent and make certain he was all right and wanted him to continue. Brent quickly assured him he was fine, so Kevin began to slide the rest of his weapon into Brent's sheath. Once he was fully seated inside him, Kevin waited again, to allow Brent time to become accustomed to the new sensation. However, it wasn't long before Brent was urging him on again. Slowly, Kevin began to withdraw from that warm, moist cavern only to ram his rod back in, and then repeated the process over and over again. Kevin kept adjusting his angle, trying to get it right, until he could tell from Brent's response that he was hitting Brent's prostate. Once he was positive his target had been located, he continued to bump and rub against Brent's love button, until Brent was groaning in pure ecstasy. As Brent began to get the hang of what was happening, he started thrusting his backside into Kevin, as Kevin thrust forward, making the experience even more pleasurable for both of them. After a couple of minutes of this action, Kevin began to feel his seed coming to boil in his groin, as it prepared to make its escape up his tube. Sensing the culmination of their coupling speeding toward him, Kevin began to assault Brent's rectum harder and faster, as he sought his release, while still bringing Brent pleasure. Within moments, he was at the point of no return and rammed his penis deep into Brent's passage and left it there, as several volleys of hot cum exploded from his tiny slit and filled the reservoir at the end of the rubber. Kevin stayed buried inside of Brent for several minutes more, since he didn't want to vacate that warm haven of pleasure any sooner than he had to. Although he didn't know it at the time, Brent didn't want him to pull out either, as he had totally enjoyed what they had just done and loved the feel of Kevin inside him. Before long, Kevin began to slowly lose his erection and his penis slid out of Brent's chute, until it finally pulled free of its own accord. Brent suddenly felt empty and experienced a sense of loss, now that this newfound pleasure had ended. The boys lay on the bed together for many minutes afterward, stroking each other's bodies, kissing and thanking each other for the wonderful feelings they had just enjoyed. Kevin spun Brent around, so they were facing each other, and then hugged him tightly, while also smothering him in kisses. He was doing this to let Brent know how much he had enjoyed what they had just done, while showing him how much love he could feel from this very special act, but Brent already realized how wonderful and exciting it had been. After they had fully recovered, Kevin asked Brent if he wanted to try being the pitcher, instead of the catcher. Brent chuckled at the play on words, since he'd never thought of this as a sporting event, but rapidly agreed that he'd like to try it too. Kevin immediately began to explain to Brent what he should do, as he wanted to make this experience good for each of them too. First, he had Brent grease him up and work the KY inside of him, and then he unrolled a condom over Brent's stiffy and added lube to the exterior of it once it was on. Seeing Brent was already lying on his back on the bed, Kevin just straddled his hips, lined Brent's throbbing rod up with his hole, and then sat back on it, allowing it to slide completely inside of him. Once he felt his butt cheeks hit Brent's pubes, he bent forward and kissed him, before asking him if he was ready to begin. Brent never hesitated and exclaimed he was, since he was looking as eager to do this, as a puppy might be to begin chewing on a new bone. Having received his confirmation, Kevin began to repeatedly raise and lower himself on Brent's crotch, willingly impaling himself over and over again on Brent's rigid tool. As Kevin worked at maintaining a steady rhythm, he also watched Brent's face. He instantly noticed Brent's eyes were glazed over, his mouth was hanging open and his chest rose and fell dramatically due to his labored breathing. As Kevin began to notice the signs of Brent's impending climax approaching, he sped up his pace, clamping his ass muscles around Brent's cock each time he lowered his body, to intensify the stimulation to Brent's throbbing prick. As Brent began to moan and tell Kevin he was about to cum, Kevin lowered his body onto Brent's tool, completely swallowing it with his rear end, and felt the pulsing sensations as Brent's semen erupted and filled the tip of rubber. Without withdrawing, Kevin bent forward and kissed and hugged Brent, before thanking him for letting him be the first to experience this simple joy with him. After they recovered from this effort, they went and cleaned up a bit, before returning to their bed and cuddling together for the rest of the night. They stayed wrapped in each other's arms until morning, using that bond to remind themselves of the wonderful feelings they had just shared. I could tell when they came down to breakfast the next morning that they had indeed done what Kevin had suggested they might do, just from looking at the fulfilled and satisfied expressions on their faces. I was glad that I had some knowledge this might happen in advance, because now I could better understand how they were reacting to each other and how it had been for them, now that it was over. Other than that experience, nothing much of interest happened to any of us until Dion had his first actual date with his new girlfriend the following Tuesday. The two of them spent most of the afternoon wandering around the mall, talking and getting to know each other better, before taking in a movie. I heard later that they did engage in some kissing at the movie and Dion seemed to have a good time, but it was primarily just your fairly typical first date. The other boys were trying their best to keep much of this information from filtering down to Trey, as they were worried he might get depressed from the news, but I knew it would be difficult to keep him from finding out about what was going on for very long. Sooner or later he would hear something from the girl's friends or others they knew, but I also felt Trey had already prepared himself to deal with whatever happened. I later learned that Dion had made another date with this girl for the following Monday and they were planning on doing a repeat of their previous date, plus maybe stopping to get something to eat together. I hoped Trey would be able to keep the same positive attitude about Dion's attempt to find himself as he displayed when we talked the other day, but I knew the longer this went on, the harder it would be for Trey to keep his emotions under control. I spent a good deal of my time that week with Frankie and Kevin, giving them extra driving lessons and trying to get them ready for their fall road test. Frankie was doing an excellent job behind the wheel, proving to be a very capable driver, and Kevin was also doing very well, but he was not as comfortable with this task as Frankie was. Neither boy should have any trouble passing his test when he took it in September, thus giving me two more drivers to split the taxi duties with. I did tell them they could do most of the driving when we went places as a family, providing I was with them at the time, and this would give them plenty of practical experience before their test. They seemed pleased with that announcement and my other drivers understood why I was going to let the beginners have this time to drive instead of them, since they still remembered how they wanted the extra experience before they took their road tests too. I also had to change the time I was planning on going to the driving range with Jake, from Saturday morning to Thursday afternoon, after he got out of work. I had forgotten this was the weekend we were scheduled to go visit the Beckers' farm and didn't want to disappoint Little Ricky. He was very excited about our going there and had even called me Wednesday morning to see what time we'd be arriving. At first, I told him early Saturday morning, but he suggested we come Friday night instead, as he wanted the boys to be there so he could show them more about the farm. I finally agreed and told him we'd arrive on Friday and leave Sunday afternoon, and that seemed to satisfy him. I had originally planned to leave after church, but I figured I'd take everyone out to dinner first, to show them our appreciation for their hospitality, and Little Ricky was even happier to hear we wouldn't be leaving until mid-afternoon. It was obvious he had all kinds of plans for us. Thursday afternoon I met Jake at the driving range and we each hit a couple of buckets of balls. Jake gave me some pointers, to polish up my swing and get rid of the bad habits I had acquired after such a lengthy time away from the sport, and I got progressively better the longer I practiced. By the end of the session, I was hitting my drives straight, although not as long as I would have liked, and I was also doing fairly well with my irons. He complimented me several times on how quickly I was regaining my form, and then we decided to stop and have a couple of beers on the way home. Jake was easy to talk to and I enjoyed his company. He even asked me if I'd like to fill out his foursome a week from Saturday, since they were currently one short. He explained that if I agreed, he and I would team up against two of his co-worker friends, since their usual fourth partner had other plans that day. I told him hitting a few balls was one thing, but I didn't know if I was quite ready to actually play a round of golf again. Jake suggested that next Wednesday we'd hit the putting green and Thursday we could hit a couple more buckets of balls, and then I'd be ready for Saturday morning. I told him as long as he and his friends didn't mind my rustiness, I'd be happy to join them, so the outing was confirmed. The boys had dinner ready by the time I got home, and they peppered me continuously during the meal with questions about how I had done. For some strange reason they seemed pleased that Jake and I had stopped for a drink after we finished at the driving range, and they seemed even more thrilled to hear about our plans for the following week. At this point I still didn't know that some of them had suggested this idea to Jake in the first place, since I thought only Shannon had been involved in trying to set this up between his dad and I. However, I was to discover later that Jake had no idea his son had made similar suggestions to me, but that's when we started to figure this whole little conspiracy out, but Jake and I will get into that in more detail later. That evening, the boys even offered to clean my clubs and polish my old golf shoes for me by next Friday, so I'd at least look good when I went out Saturday morning, even if I didn't play very well. I thanked them for their generous offer and graciously accepted, thinking their hearts were in the right place. Little did I know how instrumental they had been in arranging all of this in the first place! 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.