Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 23:48:33 EST From: William Watts Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 15A 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 15A - Our love only grows. February 2000 ************************************************************************************** * PLEASE READ - Author's note * * * * I wrote two versions of this chapter. You have your choice of how you want to see the story progress. * * * * Read Chapter 15 if you don't think that Josh should accept Brandon and Danny's offer to have sex * * with them, even though they are legally at the age of consent in the state where the story takes * * place. * * * * Read Chapter 15A if you want the boys to be able to decide if they have sex with Josh. * * * * Either way, enjoy. * ************************************************************************************** I was lying on the bed, between the two boys, and they were both kissing me. Danny's kisses, however, left no doubt in my mind that he was desperately seeking to urge me to give him his desired release. Acknowledging his silent plea, I wrapped my arms around his head, pulled his lips down to mine and I began to kiss him with all the love that I felt for him. We worked our tongues into each other and I began to taste his boy flavor for the first time. Like Brandon, it was a sweet taste, a sweetness that must come with youth and innocence. I was slowly recovering from my post orgasmic bliss and I began to pay more attention to Danny. I let my lips move over and nibble on his ear lobes and then I licked around his outer ear. From there, I moved down to his neck and worked my way around to his other ear. I repeated my previous efforts on the new ear and then I moved down to his nipples. As I had with Brandon, I nursed on two tender, young breasts, sucking and playing with the erect little nubs that stood up so proudly. Danny was groaning loudly, appreciating my attention on these two long neglected boy parts and I made sure that both brown delights got identical attention. I moved along his body, from his sternum to his navel, licking up the boy taste and washing away any impurities from the surface. I licked my way around his genitals, moving through the dark triangle of pubic hairs and to his tight ball sac. I took the whole thing in my mouth trying to give him as much pleasure as I could with my tongue. There was a tickle in my throat and I tried to clear it. Danny squirmed under that sensation so I cleared my throat a few more times to please him. I went farther down, bathing his perineum (the area between his scrotum and the anus) and trying to stimulate this most sensitive of areas. After bringing as much enjoyment to Danny as I could by stimulating that area, I lifted my head up and gave his eggs a little more attention. Finally, dropping his scrotum from my lips, I advanced to move on to his beautiful cut rod. I slipped my mouth over the head, tasting the pre-cum that had collected there, and I went down the shaft until I had swallowed it all. I began bobbing up and down on his joystick, causing enough friction to bring a prize bull to orgasm. After several minutes of effort, Danny's body shuddered, his tube swelled in my mouth and he let loose with six strong blasts of semen into my oral cavity. It was sweet, though not as sweet as Brandon's spunk, and I kept siphoning his pecker until it was totally drained of fluids. I crawled back up the bed, until I was even with his head, and I kissed him again, sharing his own boy taste with him. "Thanks, dad," he said, once he had recovered. "I loved every minute of it. It was awesome." "I loved it, too, Daniel and I love you even more. If you still want to do the other, I think I might be able to help you with it. Being with you boys has made me quite horny and my little one eyed friend is ready to play some more." "Fantastic. Get me ready. I didn't really want to wait for this." "I could tell by your expressions earlier." "I would have waited, if I had to. I just would prefer not to have to wait, though. I didn't mean to look like a spoiled child." "Not a spoiled child, my son, just a slightly disappointed young man. Seeing I can help you with this problem, we shouldn't need to discuss your reaction any further." He nodded and kissed me. Brandon had greased me up while Danny and I were talking. I took the KY and prepared Danny's pucker, working and stretching him until I had three fingers in his opening. When he was ready, I lined my hard-on up with his hole and I began my entry. I pushed against his rosebud, the sphincter giving way to my pressure, and I eased into his tight tube. When I had penetrated him to my limit, I began my thrusting motions and I kissed him all around his handsome face. I have been deeply in love with Danny and Ricky since they moved in and, now, I had my chance to show him just how much. For the first time, I began to drink in the clean, boyish smell of my young partner, enjoying the apricot scent his shampoo had left in his hair. I continued with my long, steady strokes, knowing I would last longer with Danny than I had with Brandon, and I worked his tunnel with the skill of a diamond cutter. I made sure that I had the correct angle for my fuck- stick to stroke his prostate and I brushed his sensitive gland as frequently as I could. The low throaty noises that came out of him sounded like some sort of engine that sorely needed a tune-up. The sounds were raspy, jerky and uneven, as they coincided, only, with the feelings that were pulsing through his torso. I was beginning to feel my own tingling sensations starting at my toes and working their way up my legs to my groin. I began to pound his ass harder and faster, as Danny's moaning became louder and louder. I began to worry that the other boys would figure out what was going on in my room and I wasn't ready to deal with that. I tried to coax Danny into quieting down and he complied as best he could. I continued to hammer his butt as my own seed began to rise in my light pole. A few more thrusts and I emptied my next load of jizz, a somewhat smaller load than earlier. Slowly, I rolled off of him and lie on the bed between my two lovers. Brandon began to kiss me again while Danny enjoyed the lingering pleasures of his recent ride. "Thanks, dad," he whispered to me when he had rejoined our level of consciousness. "Like Brandon said, that was really awesome. It was better than I could have hoped for, even after hearing Brandon say how good it was. I'm glad we did this and I want to do it again sometime. In fact, I want to do it as many times as we can." "Look boys. I love you both and no one enjoyed this more than I did but I'm not sure if we should try to repeat this performance." "We're old enough," Brandon argued "and we want to. Why shouldn't we do it if it doesn't hurt anyone." "Tell me this, though. How do you think your parents would react if they found out that I was screwing that cute ass of yours? What do you think the school board would say if they knew I was having intercourse with two students? I'd lose my job and become a social outcast. People wouldn't want me dealing with their children and Social Services wouldn't want me as a foster parent. If this got out, it could make life miserable for all of us." "I don't care. We'll just be careful so no one does find out. I don't care what people would think about what we're doing and we'd find some way to stay together. I'm old enough to make my own choices and I choose to make love with you. I love you so much, pop. Please don't make me, make us have to stop being able to love each other." "He's right, dad. Brandon and I love each other but I think we both love you more. It would be easier for me to stop loving him and for him to stop loving me than for us to stop loving and wanting you. We can work our way through anything as long as we have each other." "Boys, we wouldn't have to stop loving each other, we would just stop having sex. A love that strong or that deep can never be silenced and I wouldn't want it to be. We would just have to find other ways to express our love for each other, ways that would be more acceptable." "No," Brandon screamed. "We're not going to stop and we're not going to change. We'll just have to be extra careful. Please, pop, I love you and I want you to love me and to make love to me." He threw himself around me and clung to me with every ounce of strength that he had. His hot tears were streaming down his face and washing over my shoulders, back and chest. Danny was right beside us, his arms wrapped around the both of us, and he whispered in my ear." "You know he's right, dad. We're old enough to choose, no matter what his parents or anyone else thinks. We both know what we're doing and we know what we want. We're going to keep after you until you agree. We love you too much to let this stop." "Maybe I was wrong to do this in the first place but, now that it's done, there's nothing I can do to change that fact." I paused and thought things over. "Maybe we can compromise a little. I'll give in and agree that we can do this occasionally but I'll control when and how often. You just have to promise that you'll be super cool about this, extremely careful and no loose lips." "We agree," they replied, kissing and hugging me at the same time. "Can we sleep with you tonight?" Brandon asked. " I mean just sleep in the same bed, no sex or nothing." "Sure, why not. We've done that part before and only Dustin and Kevin would think anything about it. I'm sure the other two would be happy to explain 'the way things are' to them. Come to think of it, even Dustin has slept with me, at least one night, so I don't expect any hassles from him either. Danny, please unlock the door, though, in case anyone needs me during the night. Danny unlocked the door and the three of us crawled under the sheets, each as naked as the day we were born. I held them tightly, throughout the night, trying to let my love and gratitude pass from my body and flow into theirs. I have never felt quite as much pleasure from lovemaking as these two had shared with me that night. I think, that after a while, the love making between my wife and me had become routine, something we did for each other but not something that we couldn't live without. With the boys, I felt that they needed to give and receive love so badly that they would have suffered irreparable damage if they hadn't been able to merge with me when they did. I've never felt more needed or more loved before and I felt the need to reciprocate building within me. I wanted to give back to them everything I had received from their love and more. I was totally in love with these two and I couldn't release my grip on them, for any reason, during the night. I even had to fight with myself in the morning to be willing to let them get out of bed. Going downstairs to breakfast, we got some strange looks from Jay and Ricky. They had been sleeping in Ricky's room, which shared a wall with mine, and I take it that we had disturbed their slumber. After Danny and Brandon left the room, the dynamic duo told me that besides teaching the other pair about sex, I should teach them how to keep the noise down so they didn't wake everyone else up. I apologize to the boys for the oversight and our insensitivity but I was grateful that they assumed that it was the older pair having sex and not me with the boys. That afternoon we continued our normal routine. We learned that Kevin was a goalkeeper for his old soccer team and that he was interested in seeing if it was too late for him to try out with the others. The boys all assured him that he still would have the opportunity to play on the team. They asked me to drive them to the school early, so they could work out with each other before tryouts that afternoon. I agreed and I remained there so I could sit and watch them while they played. I was impressed with how good each of the older four boys was skill wise and I felt that none of them would have to worry about making the team. The younger pair, however, still had some work ahead of them, especially Jay. I planned to encourage the older boys into doing some individualize coaching with Ricky and Jay, to help the boys improve in their spare time. Tryouts started and the four older boys went with the JV/Varsity group while my munchkins went with the modified group. I was glad they wouldn't be competing with each other. After practice, they all came directly over to join me. "Aren't you going to shower?" I asked. "We plan on playing more at home," Kevin responded, "and we'll shower, there, after we've finished." "Very well. Let's go then." I opened the front windows of the van, to make it more breathable, and we went home. "You guys looked good out there," I told them. "Did you see Kevin in goal?" Dustin inquired. "He's as quick as a cat in there. The coach really liked him." "From what I could tell, I think that the coach liked the way all of you played. I'm going to be very proud to have my sons make up such a large percentage of the team." They all thanked me before the younger duo presented their addendum. "We're not as good as the rest of them but I think we'll make our team." "That's only because you're younger and less experienced than the older boys. I'm glad to hear that you think you'll make the team, though. I'm sure your brothers will help you improve your skill levels, if that's what you want. If they do help you, just listen to what they teach you and you'll soon be doing as well as they are." "I'm not sure about me," Jay said somewhat sadly. "I haven't got as much coordination as they do." "Jay, give yourself some credit," I told him. "You're just at that awkward stage but that won't last forever. You'll eventually grow into your body and your coordination will catch up. Don't get down on yourself and don't give up, in the mean time." "You really think I'll get better?" All the boys answered for me and told both boys that they were better than they thought. They informed them that, with sufficient dedication and practice, they would help them improve their skills. The dynamic duo agreed and they set up their own practice schedule for improvement. Later that evening I took Brandon and Jay home and I came back to spend time with my four sons. Dustin and Kevin were in the office on the computer and Danny and Ricky were watching TV. I was in the kitchen checking on dinner when Kevin asked to speak to me. I said that would be fine but he said he wanted to talk in private. We went into the family room and I closed the door behind us. "Dad, the other boys said that I could talk to you about anything and I have a problem." "Well, I'll help you if I can. What the matter?" "I think there's something wrong with one of my balls." "What do you mean?" "It doesn't feel right. I think it has a lump." "That doesn't sound good. Let me go out and slow dinner down a little so I can check this out. I'll meet you up in my bedroom in just a minute." Kevin went upstairs and I turned down the temperature of the oven before I went up to join him. When I walked into my room, Kevin was already laying on my bed with his shorts around his ankles. I sat beside him and felt his testicles with my thumb and fingers. He was right. One of the testicles did seem to have a lump on it. "Does it hurt at all?" I asked. "There's no pain, it just feels funny. I first noticed it after my dad beat me up after that thing with Dustin. I thought, at first, that it was just a bruise from the beating but it hasn't gone away." "Does it cause you any problems when you urinate or ejaculate?" "I don't think so but I've never really thought about it then. You can jerk me off to see, if you want." "I'll be honest with you, Kevin. I'm worried about this. I'll make an appointment for you with the doctor. I'll call as soon as they open on Monday." "Don't you want to check it out to see if it hurts when I shoot?" "I'm not sure that's necessary but I will if you want." "Yeah, I do." "I tried to be very gentle with Kevin, as I rubbed his testicles and penis with my hand, trying to get him hard. He was very responsive to my touch and his little buddy was soon standing at attention. I teased his foreskin for a brief time, letting it slip back and forth over the head. Kevin was grinning at me while I was doing that. "I guess you don't see too many uncircumcised cocks?" he wondered aloud. "Actually, I wasn't circumcised until ten or twelve years ago. I developed an infection in the foreskin and the doctor tried to treat it with drugs. The drugs didn't work but by the time we discovered that, he had to surgically remove the prepuce to keep the infection from spreading. The skin tissue of my sheath had been badly damaged by the infection. I've seen Jay wander around with his skin still intact but, other than my own before the operation, I haven't touched another uncut dick." "Have fun with mine, then. I like the way you treat it. I guess it's because you had been uncut, you know what makes it feel good and what makes it hurt. Most guys want to uncover the head right away and they don't realize how sensitive our tips are, seeing they're covered most of the time. You do and you just roll the skin around and don't bother the tip while you're giving me pleasure. That's nice." "Well, I'm glad you like that." I continued to play with his dick and then I began to stroke it, trying to tease his love juice to the surface. "I want you to tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort at all, no matter how minor it may seem." "I will, dad." He paused. "You know, I really like having you as my dad. I could never have talked to my own father about a problem like this, let alone have him do this and help me with it." "I like having you for a son, too, and I'm glad that you trust me enough to let me help you. You boys are all very important to me and I would do almost anything for you." Kevin stopped talking and I could see it was because his breathing was labored as he neared his orgasm. I watched him as he went rigid, thrusting his hips upward as he released five blasts of hot boy spunk. It was white and creamy and I snuck a quick taste. "I saw that," he giggled. "Is it any good?" "It tastes as sweet as molasses. It's very good, indeed. Did you have any discomfort?" "No, the only thing was how good you made me feel while you were working on my boner." "Well, I'm glad there was no pain and I'm glad that you enjoyed it. I'm still going to call the doctor's office Monday morning, though, just to be on the safe side." "Thanks, dad. Can I sleep in here with you tonight? I know that the other boys do once in a while." "May I sleep with you tonight?" "You may if I can," he joked, knowing what I was trying to tell him. We both laughed and I told him that he could. * * * * * * * * If you enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.