Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 02:19:10 EST From: William Watts Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 12 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: *You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 12 - Our vacation (Part 5). February 2000 We ate an early breakfast and left Virginia Beach, marking the beginning of our third and final week of vacation. We began this leg of our journey by crossing over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, between the Virginia Beach area and the lower part of the Delmarva Peninsula. It was approximately 20 miles long with all but a little over two miles above the water. There were four man-made islands that began and ended the tunnel portions of the ride. There were two tunnels, each a mile or so long, which took us under the shipping lanes of the bay. We stopped at the rest area on the first man-made island, Sea Gull Island, to check out the view for a few minutes. After arriving on the peninsula, we headed north, stopping occasionally to stretch and look at some of the local attractions. That evening, we took a room on the peninsula side of Maryland, across the bay from Annapolis. It was a quiet, relaxing evening before we went to bed, with me cuddled in between my little monsters. The next morning, we crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge (not to be confused with the Bridge-Tunnel we had crossed the previous morning) and went into Annapolis. This bridge was four plus miles long and entirely above the surface. It still had some breathtaking views heading into the US Naval Academy. We took a tour of the Naval Academy, with a walking tour of the Armel-Leftwich Visitor Center, the Preble Hall Museum (containing numerous artifacts and displays) and a visit to the Chapel, under which is the crypt of John Paul Jones (a US Naval Hero). We took a room, that night, just south of Baltimore, Maryland, where we would spend our next two days and three nights. Tuesday found us touring the Ft. McHenry National Monument in the morning. It was a star shaped fort that was the key to a Baltimore victory over the British in the War of 1812. It was this battle that inspired Francis Scott Key to write the Star Spangled Banner, the words to the US National Anthem. After lunch, we went to see Babe Ruth's birthplace (huge baseball star of the 1920's) and the Oriole Museum. Being huge baseball fans, the boys truly enjoyed this visit. After having dinner near the stadium, I announced my next surprise, five tickets to the Oriole baseball game that evening at Camden Yards. They were ground- level seats just to the left of the third base (visitors) dugout. The Orioles just happened to be playing the New York Yankees, three of the four boys' favorite team (Jay liked the Pittsburgh Pirates). It was an exciting game with the Orioles pulling out a last inning, one run victory. It was late when we got back to our room and the boys went straight to bed. Wednesday, we went to the National Aquarium and spent most of our day there. There were numerous exhibits with sharks, seals, a giant Pacific octopus, moray eels, venomous snakes and a Humpback Whale model. We also watched a dolphin show, 'toured' a South American rain forest, a seacliff habitat, an Atlantic Ocean coral reef and a children's cove, which had all kinds of crabs and lobsters, among other things. It was so fascinating that, before we knew it, it was time for dinner. We ate and then went back to Camden Yards for our second baseball game. This time, we had seats behind the first base (home team) dugout. The Yankees put on a hitting display tonight, cranking out six home runs and demolished the Orioles. Again, it was late when we returned to our room and we all went straight to bed. The next day I woke the boys early and headed off to make our last visit to an amusement park, Six Flags. Content to let the boys enjoy themselves on their own, I maintained a base location where I spent much of the day, occasionally being whisked away to join one group or the other on some ride. They went, non- stop, until the park closed before I loaded them into the van and headed out of the Baltimore area to find a motel for the evening. We spent that night still in Maryland but close to the Pennsylvania border. We did nothing more than take quick showers before turning in. The following morning, we left to go to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, our final vacation stop. We would spend two days in the general area so we could see the major points of interest. The first day, we visited an Amish village in Strasburg, touring a blacksmith's shop, a one-room schoolhouse, a farm, operational watermill and windmill and a smokehouse (where they cured their meats). We also took a buggy ride around the area with the five of us and a driver sitting in a small black carriage pulled by a single horse. It was like taking a giant step back in time and it was quite enchanting. That night in the room, the boys took their showers but in different groups. Jay drug Brandon off first, leaving Danny and Ricky behind. "What's up with this?" I inquired. "Oh, we've all become much closer during the trip and Jay and Danny thought it was time to get to know each other better," Ricky answered almost matter-of-factly. I raised my eyebrows and Danny clarified some more. "Brandon's never played with an uncircumcised cock and he wanted to take his chance before we got back home. He was afraid that he might not have another opportunity. Jay was nearly as eager as Brandon was, though." "Well, as long as they both agreed. I guess you might say no harm, no foul." The other pair chuckled and then I started again. "It's been a while since you two brothers have showered together. Do you have plans as well?" They looked briefly at each other and then back toward me, nodding their heads in agreement. This has been an interesting trip. In the other room, Brandon had wasted no time in checking out Jay's prick. "Man, this is neat the way the skin covers up the end of your cock, Jay." "Well, we were all born like that, it's just that your parents had the doctors cut off the extra skin." "I know. I learned about it in health class but I've never seen one this close before or been able to check one out for myself." "Don't be shy. You can do whatever you want as long as it doesn't hurt me." "Thanks, Jay. You're all right." Jay smiled at the older boys praise. Brandon got down on his knees in the shower and began to check out this new phenomenon before him. He pulled on the loose skin, stretching it and pulling it apart so he could peer inside. He pulled the hood back and forth, over the glans, intrigued with how it worked. This caused Jay to get hard and, soon, the excess skin was pulled tight and it lost its fascination. Now, Brandon began to taste and lick Jay's head, in a prelude to giving him a blowjob. Brandon bathed the entire groin without ignoring any part, including the scrotum and the pubic mound. By the time he took Jay's tool down his throat, Jay was so sexually excited that it didn't take him long to blow his load. Brandon's bobbing motions were rewarded with five bursts of honey glazed cum from this uncut delight. He slurped up the entire load before letting Jay return the favor. Jay was more than ready to change places with Brandon. He wasted no time in positioning himself to work on Brandon's entire groin region. He used his tongue to explore the older boy's penis and bring him to a state of arousal. Then, he took Brandon's boy meat in his mouth and worked his big cock (at least it was big to Jay) as he sucked Brandon's boy juice from his gonads. Brandon's cock spurted several thick, creamy ropes into Jay's waiting orifice and Jay greedily swallowed each load. When they had finished and recovered, Brandon wrapped his arms around Jay and caressed him and kissed him passionately for his efforts. They came out of the shower a lot closer than they went in and they sat, side by side, on the sofa to watch TV. As Ricky and Danny entered the bathroom, I asked Jay and Brandon to make their final calls home, to let their parents know that they were fine and that we'd be home sometime Sunday. Ricky decided that he wanted to teach his brother the new trick that he and Jay had discovered by accident. "Danny, I want to show you something Jay and I did together. It's almost like fucking and it feels really good." "OK. I'm game. What do I have to do?" "Turn around and face away from me. I'm going to put my wiener between your legs and I want you to hold your legs tightly against my dick. I'll pump back and forth, there, until I shoot." Danny helped stimulate his brother's dick until it became hard. Then, they got into position and Ricky began to thrust against the warm interior of his older brother's thighs. He humped and humped into his brothers extended crotch, feeling the signals of his sexual release growing in his loins. His arms were wrapped around the older boy and he was covering Danny's back in kisses as he pleasured himself. Finally, he could take no more and he arched his back, releasing his seed. It left his body as several strings of creamy fluid that jettisoned between Danny's legs splashed against the shower wall. As the last few drops oozed from Ricky's joystick and dribbled down the inside of his brother's legs, Ricky's knees gave out from under him. Danny helped to catch his brother and waited for him to recover his strength. From Ricky's reaction to this exercise, Danny was eager to try it. When Danny moved into position, he discovered that he was too tall to do this comfortably with Ricky. His erect dick was pointing directly into Ricky's cute little butt instead of pointing under it. The only way that he and Ricky could do this was for him to bend his knees and bring his waist lower. Although it wasn't very comfortable, Danny did it and was soon glad that he made the attempt. Soon, he could feel the churning in his nuts, indicating that his toy cannon would soon explode. Several thrusts later, he was emptying his baby making fluids between Ricky's legs, with it splattering all over the tub. Regaining his composure, Danny turned toward Ricky. "You're right, little brother. That was really good. In fact, it was pretty close to the real thing." "How would you know?" Ricky scanned Danny's face. "You've done it before, haven't you? You've really fucked somebody." Realizing that he'd been caught, Danny nodded in the affirmative. "Who was it? Was it Brandon? When did you do it?" "If I tell you this, you've got to promise you won't tell anyone else. Do you promise?" Ricky nodded in agreement. "Yes, I've done in with Brandon. Dad helped us do it to each other the other day." "Dad helped you, but why? Didn't it hurt?" "Yes, dad helped us. Brandon and I asked him to help us because we wanted to try it but we were afraid it would hurt. Dad showed us how to do everything so it wouldn't hurt and it didn't. It was wonderful, thanks to dad." "Wow, you guys really did it. That's nice but I still don't want anyone to do that to me, though." "Don't worry. If you do want to, no one will force you." Ricky nodded in understanding and the boys finished their shower and came back into the common area. Danny had his arm over Ricky's shoulders as they rejoined us. We watched a little television before we turned in. The next day, when went to the 'Choo Choo Barn' which displays collections of model trains and paraphernalia and to the Railroad Museum where we saw a variety of real trains, the oldest being built in 1875. There were passenger trains and freight trains. Some were steam engines, some diesel and some electric. The boys were able to explore a caboose and steam locomotive, see a working turntable and observe displays dedicated to those who worked on the railroads (including young boys, they discovered). After lunch, we drove to Ashland to the Pioneer Tunnel Coal Mine for a tour. This was a thirty-five minute tour into a horizontal tunnel, which ran 1800 feet into the side of Mahanoy Mountain. We finished the day by taking a ride on the Henry Clay steam engine, circa 1920. It was an interesting day and we went to dinner before heading back to our motel room to spend our last night before heading home. The boys were a little subdued in the room that evening, realizing our three weeks of fun were almost at an end, so I thought we should start a dialogue. "OK fellas, what's up?" They looked at each other before Brandon spoke. "Nothing's wrong, we're just a little bummed that we're going to be going back home. We've had so much fun and we've liked being with each other so much that it's going to be hard when we aren't with each other every minute of the day." "You're right. There is going to be some adjustment to be made when you get back with your families. Not only are you going to be spending less time together but you'll, also, be getting ready to return to school and having to cope with the end of your summer vacation. You don't have to give up your closeness to each other, though, but you will have to put it off spending time together until the weekends. You boys are always welcomed to stay at our house or Ricky and Danny can come to yours. We'll find a way for you to spend time together throughout the school year. If things work out, maybe we can take another vacation together next summer." This seemed to perk them up a little and the rest of the evening went more like usual. We packed everything up, ready to load in into the van at daybreak, and then we went to bed. It was my turn to sleep with the mighty midgets and Jay clung to me like a condemned man awaiting a morning execution. I'm glad that he feels so close to me but I'm sad to realize that he feels that our closeness might be coming to an end. I've grown as attached to Brandon and Jay as they have to me and I won't let that closeness deteriorate. I fell asleep with Jay pulled tightly to me, my arm under and around him, his head on my shoulder and his arm over my chest. The following morning, we loaded the van, went to breakfast and then we began the long, lonely trip back home. Up until lunch, Jay and Ricky shared the front seat, the seat belt strapped over both of them, and Danny and Brandon were spending time in the back of the van, alone. I watched them in the rear-view mirror and they seemed to be discussing something important and, by their actions, secretive. The only stop we made was for lunch and we neared our hometown about an hour later. All four boys had been in the back since we finished our noon meal and, now, Danny spoke. "Dad, Brandon and Jay want to go to our house for a while and then go to their homes after dinner. Would that be all right?" "I suppose it would but may I ask why?" "We just want to spend a little more time together before they have to leave." I assumed this to be innocent enough so I agreed. We arrived home, took our things inside and left Jay and Brandon's luggage inside our vehicle. Jay helped Danny take his things up to Ricky's room and Brandon and Danny led me to my office. "I take it you have something more to discuss," I began. "Yes," Brandon answered, "we have something we need to ask you. We, Danny and me, want to let you know that we love you and feel real close to you. We want to get even closer." Brandon stopped. "Thank you. That means a lot to me and I love you, too, but I haven't heard a question. "What Brandon is trying to say," Danny continued, "is that we both want to become intimate with you. We want to know if you would have sex with us so we can show you just how much we both love you?" I took some time to absorb what they had just asked me and mulled the implications of their request. "I appreciate the thought but you don't have to use sex to show me that you love me. I know you boys love me, you show it in almost everything you say and do, and I love you and the closeness we've shared. That is sufficient, for me, and there is no reason that you should have to do more to try to prove it." "Is it that you don't like the idea of having sex with another guy?" Brandon wanted to know. "No, that's not it. I know that I've never told any of you this but I have always been attracted to other males, I've just spent a lifetime trying to hide those feelings. When I was growing up, things were even more negative toward homosexuals than they are now. I never felt that I could let anyone else know how I truly felt. That's why I didn't want you boys to have to live your lives the same way, hiding your feelings." "You mean your gay, then, dad?" "I'm not sure if I'd go that far, Danny, but I'd say that I'd consider myself bisexual. I had a great marriage and four wonderful children. That wasn't a mistake and I don't regret one minute of that life. However, I've still had my attraction to other males during that same period, I just had to suppress those urges and never allow myself to experience the other part of me." "Then you wouldn't mind have sex with us, pop?" "No, I wouldn't mind but I don't want you boys to feel that you have to have sexual relations with me to show me that you love me or for me to love you." "We know we don't have to have sex with you, pop, it's that we want to have sex with you." "I'm not sure what kind of attraction you two could have for a pudgy, balding, old man." "We don't see you that way, dad. We aren't just looking at your body but we're looking at the real you, your heart and what's inside. To us, you're the most beautiful person alive." I had to regain my composure, as I almost started to cry from Danny's last statement. "Let's think about this some more before we make a final decision. You are both 14, the legal age of consent in Pennsylvania, so you can do what you wish. I just think we should explore this further after you've both thought about it some more. Let's plan on discussing this next weekend and then we'll decide. Is that OK with you?" They both agreed and left the office. It was then that I notice the flashing light on my answering machine. * * * * * * * * If you enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.