Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2000 16:14:58 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel-2 chapter 22 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. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 22 - May this love always remain. June 2000 It was the middle of the next week when I received a message from my lawyer. It seems that Mr. & Mrs. Yamada had decided that they didn't want to seek custody of the boys. Our time with them in Japan had convinced them that they would be unable to raise the boys on their own. They also saw that the boys loved me and that they were loved in return. They agreed that their staying with me would be for the best. They only asked for two considerations in return. The first was that we would visit them occasionally so they could see the boys. I decided that we could make other trips to see them during succeeding spring breaks, but the next time I would be taking all the boys along. They also asked that they be allowed to come over here to visit the boys on occasion. I just asked for advance notification of the dates, so it wouldn't interfere with other plans that we might have made. Everyone agreed to this arrangement, so this issue was behind us. It also cleared the way for me to adopt the two boys, and Sammy and Andrew were so thrilled by the news that they went running around the house, jumping, screaming, and celebrating with their brothers. That next weekend, we also addressed Carlos' situation. Sally had informed me that when she made her contacts in Philadelphia, they investigated Carlos' mother and Roberto. The police found out that Roberto was wanted on a couple of different warrants in California, hence his decision to move, and he was arrested and extradited. Thus, he was no longer a problem. We later had Carlos file abuse charges against Roberto, in case he ever got a chance to return. That wasn't the only thing we did to help him, though. Steve and Sally also called in some favors from influential friends, and these contacts helped to get Ms. Garcia a green card from the I.N.S. I referred to her as Ms. Garcia for a reason. From what Carlos told us and from what we learned from the mother, it was difficult to determine if she had ever really been married to Carlos' father or whether Garcia was her maiden name. She wouldn't give us any specifics, so we pressed no further. The next full weekend home, Sally, Carlos, and I traveled to Philadelphia to discuss Carlos' future with his mother. After speaking with her for a couple of hours, we agreed on what would be best for Carlos. He had also been included in our discussion about this plan. We helped his mother find a decent apartment and I paid the security deposit and the first six months rent for her in advance. This was to help give her time to get on her feet. Sally also gave her the name of a contact who would help her find a better paying job. I then took her to the local grocery store, spoke to the store manager and set up a prepaid account for her groceries, and I gave him a $500.00 check to start it. Once she was settled and stable, we would bring Carlos back to live with her. Carlos and his mother hugged, cried, and thanked Sally and me for what we had done. It was gratifying to know that these two would be able to stay together. When we got home, we explained the situation to the boys, and then all told Carlos that they would miss him and they wished him well. Carlos thanked them for their good wishes and told them that he would miss living with them. Next, he turned to me. "Pop, sir. You are a very good man, and I will miss living with you in this house, but I am very happy that I will be able to stay with my mother. Thank you for all that you have done for us and thank you for saving me from Roberto." "Carlos, you are very welcome and I want you to keep in touch. We would like it if you could come and visit once in a while and I'll be keeping tabs on you and your mother to make sure you are all right. If you ever need our help, just let us know. We'll always be here for you." Carlos didn't respond verbally, but he gave me a hug in return. Kevin told me later that Carlos was crying at that point and he was probably too choked up to speak. I was just glad that I could help to give him a chance for a decent future. Things also progressed quickly on the adoption plans, once we got past the hurdle with Sammy and Andrew's situation. The adoption proceeding was scheduled to take place on May 10th. There was much excitement around the house and all the boys wanted to attend, so they could welcome their new brothers into the family officially. The night before the ceremony, Pat went into Dion's room to talk to him and Trey. He shut the door behind him as he entered. "Tomorrow we are going to become real brothers and I was hoping that you would let me spend the night in here with you, so we could get to know each other better." Dion and Trey looked at each other before they answered, passing a silent communication between them. "We'd like that too," Dion told him. "I think brothers should know each other better." "Yes," Trey added, "we would like that. We just thought that you felt we were too young or something." "No, I was just being a little stupid at times. You're both sure that you don't mind?" "Absolutely," Trey reassured him. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable," Dion added. "After all, it was your room first." They all laughed at that comment and they sat together on the bed and talked for a while. After they had a chance to know each other better, Pat made his move. "Are you guys up for something a little more physical?" Pat asked them. "Why? Do you want to fight?" Dion asked him jokingly. "No," Pat responded, punching him in the arm. "I was hoping it would be more fun than that." "We were too," Trey told him. "What did you have in mind?" "I'm not sure what kind of things you two have done, so you'll have to tell me what choices I have." "We've just jerked and sucked each other off," Trey responded. "We can do that unless Dion wants to try something new." "Like what?" Dion inquired. "I was thinking about doing it in each other's butt," Trey told him, "but I don't think you're ready for that. How about we just suck each other off? Is that okay with both of you?" "Yeah, sure," Pat responded. "Okay," Dion added, "but will you promise to let me try the other some time? I want to see what it's like." "Sure," Pat answered without hesitation. "You just let us know when you think you're ready." "Great," Dion countered. "Now, what am I supposed to do?" The boys had Dion lie back on the bed and they positioned themselves in a triangular formation beside him. Pat moved to Dion's waist while Trey positioned himself over Pat's rod and offered his own to Dion. All three knew what was to happen next, so they got busy. Pat began to rub and stroke Dion's crotch to help get him aroused. He was amazed as he watched the boy's sausage stiffen. "Damn, little bro. I didn't know it got that big when it was hard," Pat told him. "You scared of it?" Dion asked. "Heck, no. Just surprised," Pat replied. He didn't waste any more time talking, but moved his lips and tongue closer so he could lick and kiss that impressive piece of meat. His tongue went wild, licking Dion's nut sac and rigid rod. His tongue went up and down, in and out, and swirled around every inch of Dion's boyhood. Not only did Dion enjoy this attention, but Trey benefited from it as well. Every time Pat pleased Dion, he would moan and send some awesome sensations through Trey's dick as he sucked on it. Dion reacted favorably to Pat's oral muscle, which had a more coarse texture than Trey's, almost like a cat's sandpaper tongue. After bathing his genitals with that, Pat slid his mouth over and down the length of Dion's slender pole and then he started to nod up and down two-thirds of his length. Because of his limited experience with sex, Dion still had a hair trigger, and it didn't take him long to reach the boiling point. Sooner than Pat wanted, the pressure of the bubbling juices built up in Dion's scrotum, sending his boy seed speeding up his cock, past his pressure valve, and releasing into Pat's throat. Pat swallowed eagerly at the offering and didn't stop until he had it all. Having finished with Dion, this gave Pat a chance to lean back and enjoy what Trey was doing to him. Trey had started working on Pat the minute his groin was presented to him. Pat's cut cock was shorter, but thicker than the other two. Trey and Pat had never been together sexually before, so this was a new experience for him, too. He manipulated Pat's boyhood with his hand and his tongue and soon Pat's little soldier was standing at attention and waiting for orders. The circumference of Pat's tool served as a challenge to Trey, but he attacked it slowly and began by licking it thoroughly until it was coated with his own saliva. Next, he forced his jaw open, as wide as it would stretch, and then he slid his lips down the moist sides, doing his best to keep his teeth from scraping the surface. Trey's mouth felt full and his jaw felt like it might dislocate. He just held it there for a few seconds, hoping his jaw muscles didn't cramp and cause him to clamp down on Pat's pride and joy. That would certainly be both rude and painful, but mostly for Pat. Slowly, Trey began moving his head up and down, sucking strongly in the process. He wanted to use his tongue as well, but there was no room for his oral muscle to move. It lay trapped at the bottom of his mouth. He realized that the tightness alone would be enough to bring Pat off, but he wanted to make this good for Pat, as he had gone out of his way to arrange for this opportunity. Trey was using one of his hands to massage Pat's scrotum while the other one found its way to Pat's crack. Almost imperceptibly, he slipped a finger into Pat's chute and he began sliding it in and out to go along with his other manipulations. This triple stimulus was playing havoc with Pat's nerve endings and he was bucking wildly on the bed. He was just getting into the wild tingling feelings coursing through his body when Dion shot his load into Pat's mouth. Pat swallowed it all quickly and then he laid back to enjoy his own experience in Trey's hot mouth. Soon, Pat's balls were aching, there was a knot in the pit of his stomach, and the end of his cock was throbbing in sheer delight. He moved his hand to Trey's head and stroked his hair, a silent thank you for his wonderful labor. After only another couple of minutes, Pat felt his orgasm nearing and he tried to hold it off as long as he could. When it got to the point where he felt his whole body would implode, he arched his body and released his wad into Trey's waiting orifice. It was hot, thick, and creamy and it erupted with such force that the first two spurts flew right down Trey's throat almost before he realized it. Trey held on and drained Pat's dick, until his nuts were dry and starting to shrivel. Now, he released that jawbreaker from his oral cavity and he let it fall onto Pat's abdomen. Trey had also been receiving his own enjoyment, his coming from Dion's hot mouth. Dion had attacked Trey's boner like a playful puppy, nibbling, chewing, and licking to his delight. This was still a new game to Dion and he went forward with all the exuberance of youth. By the time he had nibbled and played with Trey's foreskin, chewed on his spongy helmet, and licked every piece of skin in sight, he wrapped his lips around the excited pole and began to move his head up and down, as quickly as the rubber ball on the elastic string being hit by a paddle. Pat's efforts on his own pecker were causing him to moan, and his moans were reverberating up Trey's shaft and causing his whole body to tingle. Trey hadn't felt anything like that before and it was difficult for him to concentrate on what he was doing for Pat. Dion's hot mouth and tongue were rapidly bringing Trey to the brink and he tried to fight back his impending climax. He might have staved it off for another minute or so, but eventually there was nothing more he could do to stop it from surfacing, not that he wanted to any longer. He gave in to the sensory overload, stiffened, and released his creamy custard. Dion drank it greedily, like an alcoholic with a beer, and he sucked so hard on his meaty straw that there was no chance that anything could resist the vacuum. Reluctantly, Dion released Trey's plaything from his mouth and he rolled back onto the bed, to rest with the other two. They laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the lingering glow from their orgasms and collecting their reserve strength. After that they began to talk and get to know each other better. Eventually, Pat turned to Dion and spoke to him. "Dion, I need to apologize to you." "For what?" "For something I did, but you probably don't even know that I did it. That first night you came here, I blew up at Dad and said some things that weren't very nice, about you. I kind of agreed with some of my friends about certain things and you just happened in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eventually, Dad set me straight and I even fought with some of my friends later, to set them straight. Some of them wouldn't listen, so we're no longer friends. I'm ashamed to admit that I was reacting to your being here because you were black. I'm ashamed about my actions now, and I wanted to do this tonight to prove to you that I no longer feel that way. I still need for you to forgive me, however." "There's nothing to forgive, Pat. I already heard all about what happened." "How? From who?" "Some of the boys from the high school were talking about it. They happened to be brothers of a couple of my friends from school. They told me all about what happened." "But you didn't say anything. How come?" "I wasn't going to say anything unless you did. You made me real proud that you stuck up for me like that. No one has ever done that before. I just wanted to be friends and brothers without you knowing that I knew about what happened. I didn't want you to think that's why I wanted to be close to you." "But I was being a racist." "The important thing is that you're not any more. I also have a confession to make. I didn't want to come here to live at first, either. I was uneasy about living with a bunch of white people. I loved Aunt Sally but she was the only white person I was close to. Really, there was only Gram and me. I was kind of scared at first but now I'm glad it happened. I love Dad and I love all of you, but I wasn't any different from you about my feelings. I guess we both had some learning and growing up to do." The two boys hugged each other, signifying there were no hard feelings, and then they had a group hug with Trey. It was a very special moment. After a few more minutes, Pat made another suggestion. "How about we do each other again? This time we'll go in the other direction." "Sounds great," Dion answered enthusiastically. "Yeah, the last one was good, but I wouldn't mind another," was Trey's response. "Great, then let's get going." The boys repositioned themselves and went back at it. This time Dion got to return the favor to Pat. He stroked Pat's sausage until it came back to life. When it had reached its maximum growth, Dion made a comment. "Damn, how thick is this thing? Trey, how did you get it into your mouth?" "It stretched my jaw to the limit but I did it," Trey told him. "Just remember to open wide and keep your teeth back." "Okay, I'll do my best but, Pat, don't get mad at me if I can't swallow it." "No problem, Dion. Take what you can in your mouth and use your hand on the rest. That's okay with me." "Thanks, bro. I'm glad you understand." Even though Dion had said that, he was more determined now than before to use his mouth to give Pat pleasure. He started by sucking on Pat's plentiful balls and then he ran his tongue up and around Pat's stump. After he had orally pleased Pat in this manner, Dion stretched his mouth wide open and aimed for Pat's cock head. It was difficult, but Dion took it into his mouth and started to force himself further down the shaft. He was able to get about 3-4 inches inside before he quit advancing farther, and he started to move up and down on Pat's marble column. Pat realized how difficult this was for Dion and he was impressed at how far this boy was willing to go to please him. It meant a great deal to Pat to know that Dion didn't take the easy way out, as was offered to him, but insisted on doing what he could, no matter how difficult. The snug fit also helped to stimulate Pat to a quicker release, also aided by the muscular contractions of Dion's throat, brought on by his constant swallowing. Within minutes Pat was coating Dion's tonsils with his hot spunk and Dion was trying to get it all down without choking. He succeeded with his mission but neither boy could relax, as there was a third party involved in this little encounter. Although he did stop working on Trey briefly while he was ejaculating, Pat resumed his attention to Trey's erection. He had enjoyed playing with Trey's foreskin when he started, as it was the first uncircumcised cock he had seen this close, so he hadn't been working on Trey orally for all that long. After his initial fascination was sated, Pat skinned the head and attacked the sensitive glans. Trey reacted visibly to Pat's rough tongue, as had Dion, and that sandpaper-like texture around his helmet nearly sent poor Trey through the ceiling, as the stimulation was nearly too much for him to deal with. He regained a modicum of control, as Pat slid down to his penis' shaft, and now he could feel Pat's lips and the suction from Pat's mouth. As Pat rocked up and down on Trey's trouser trout, Trey was conscious of the signals indicating his impending release. He could feel the pressure building, like an old steam boiler on which the pressure valve was malfunctioning, and he knew that he would soon explode and splatter his juices all over. It only took a few more nods of Pat's head before Trey did just that, and his semen shot out in several rope-like volleys. Pat swallowed his thick, creamy reward eagerly and soon he had drained every last drop from Trey's nuts. Letting Trey's dong drop from his lips, Pat let his head come to rest on Trey's tummy. Over on the other side of the bed, Dion was enjoying Trey's oral expertise. Trey's prior experience with Dion's lengthy bone let him provide just the right amount of stimulation to guide Dion through a long, drawn-out experience. Trey used every part of his mouth to tease Dion to the edge and then he would give his testicles a little squeeze to bring him back down. This little roller-coaster ride had Dion squirming and then thrusting his hips forcefully at Trey, urging Trey to give him his needed relief. Trey ignored these non-verbal requests for as long as he could before he finally gave in to Dion's demands. Now, Trey increased his vacuum-like sucking and doubled his pace, in an effort to give Dion the relief that he sought. When Dion finally erupted, he produced much more cum than Trey had ever received from him on their previous encounters. For a minute, Trey began to wonder if his balls would ever stop producing the slightly watery mixture, but eventually even this came to an end. Not only did Dion collapse onto the bed after this mind-blowing release, but the other two young men were lying panting on the mattress, enjoying the memories of their own experiences. When the boys had recovered, they decided that they would all sleep together that evening. They put Pat in the middle of the cookie, to show him their appreciation for suggesting this excellent encounter, and they cuddled and spooned together until morning. When the time finally came to awake, the boys wished each other good morning and they shared another round of thanks for a wonderful time. Not counting the sex, from that day on our main focus was the upcoming adoption ceremony. When that day finally arrived, the boys dressed in their suits and we all went down to the courthouse. My five soon- to-be sons were a bundle of nerves and the others were doing their best to try to calm them down and offer them support. We went into the courtroom and took our seats in the gallery, waiting for our turn to be called. When our case was annouced, I led the boys through the swinging gate toward the front of the courtroom, and we stood with my lawyer behind one of the tables. Judge Shay began his remarks. "I am thrilled to be presiding here at this moment, as Mr. Joshua M. Currie petitions this court to allow him to adopt five more young men. I had the honor to be here last year when he adopted his first six sons, and I have come to respect and love every one of them. Once again, these five fortunate boys have been taken into Mr. Currie's home and they have come to love each other deeply. I have never seen such a loving, accepting, and encouraging environment as the one that Mr. Currie has provided for his brood, and I am happy to call Mr. Currie my friend and to be considered an honorary uncle to these impressive young men. "At this time I am pleased to announce that, from this day forward, these five young men will be known as Mr. Currie's sons. If they will please come forward to receive official copies of their adoption papers and new birth certificates indicating their new names, I would like to present the following individuals: Master Patrick Alan Currie - 14, Master Alexander Michael Currie - 14, Master Dion Jamal Currie - 12, Master Samuel Tsukimo Currie - 11, and Master Andrew Furuhata Currie - 9. Each of the boys had received their papers and returned to stand next to me. They were beaming and eagerly showing anyone who would look, their legal documents. Suddenly their attention was drawn back to the front of the room as Judge Shay concluded his remarks. "I marvel each time I think about this home and these people, and I can only say that I feel blessed to be even a small part of this unbelievable story, filled with warm, loving, and generous hearts. I hope each of you will join me in welcoming the newest members of the Currie family into our community." Steve stood and began to applaud and soon everyone in the courtroom joined with him. Needless to say, there were a lot of moist eyes in that group, most of them belonging to Curries. After we left the building, Steve and Sally joined us for lunch and we went back to the same restaurant where we had celebrated our first adoption ceremony. The manager recognized us immediately and came over to our table, as soon as it was prepared and we were seated. "Have we grown since your last visit?" he asked politely. "Yes," Ricky answered for me. "As of a few minutes ago, I now have five new brothers." "You adopted more boys?" the startled manager asked. "Yes, sir," Steve responded. "This fantastic family nearly doubled today and I'm proud to have been a part of the proceedings and a part of their lives." "And I'll second that sentiment," Sally added. "In my line of work, I seldom have the opportunity to enjoy cases and their outcomes more than I have with these. Here's to a wonderful group of people and some really fantastic individuals." With that, she grabbed her water glass and lifted it as if giving a toast. Lowering he glass, she continued. "I also waited for this moment to present you with something else, though unfortunately it's not from me personally." Sally handed me an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and inside was a check in the amount of $153,325.00 from the State of Pennsylvania. "What is this for?" I wondered aloud. "There was an audit done on my department the past couple of months. Your case was examined because of the number of boys you had been assigned. In going over your files, the auditors determined that you were not credited with proper clothing allotments, medical reimbursements, housing expenses, and travel costs for the boys. You would only let me give you the minimum monthly reimbursement as a foster parent but the auditors insisted that you be given the same payments as every other foster home. They calculated the expenses and cut the check before they had finished. I held onto it until this minute, so I could present it at such a joyous time." "Well, thank you, and I'll just add this to the money I've set aside for the boys' future. I'm sure we all appreciate it." The boys agreed and thanked Sally themselves. "By the way," I added, "lunch is on me." That comment evoked a little chuckle from the adults and some of the older boys. We ate our meal and had a great time. When the waiter asked us if we wanted anything else, we told him 'no' and I asked for the check. Without warning, a cart with assorted desserts was brought out and we were informed that these were on the house. Those who still had room, or could force a dessert down, took one and we thanked the manager. He again announced our presence and why we were celebrating, but people were accustomed to us by now and merely gave us a polite response. I paid the tab, left a generous tip, and we went back home. I had let the boys take the whole day off from school so we could enjoy this to the max. We said our good-byes to Sally and Steve and loaded into the van. Once home, the boys changed and then we sat and talked for a while. One of the first things that I did was to ask Trey a question. "Seeing you are no longer Alexander Michael Daniels, the Third, do we still call you Trey or shall we call you something else?" Trey lit up with my comment but then he took some time to think about his answer. I don't think that it had dawned on him about that aspect of his name change. "No, Pop. I still want you to call me Trey." "Fair enough. As you wish, so will it be done." I tried to sound dramatic but failed miserably. All day long I got hugs and kisses from the newest adoptees, and they in turn got the same treatment from their brothers and me. It was a very spiritual experience. There would be much more to happen in our lives during the years to come, but this was definitely one of our 'moments to remember'. _______________________________ This is the end of Book 2. I just want to thank all of you wonderful people who have taken the time to write to me and encourage my efforts and in the continuance of this story. Writing this fictional account has been a very enjoyable experience and I have grown to know this group of people as if they were real. I hope that you have had that same pleasure. I also want to thank Nifty, the Teenboyauthors web site, and Torsten (The Wolf's Lair) for hosting this story and others, and for making them available for you to read. Without their assistance, this effort would have been for naught. They all have my heartfelt thanks, and Torsten gets my lifelong gratitude and friendship for all of his support and efforts on my behalf. In addition, I would like to offer one final note of gratitude to Ed, who offered his time and expertise to catch my mistakes and polish the final product. I'm sure that his hard work has helped to make your reading experience more enjoyable. * * * * * * * * ***************************************************************************** * AUTHOR'S NOTE - PLEASE READ! * * Due to the enormous response I received about keeping this series alive, * there will be a book 3 of The Castaway Hotel. There will be a delay before * book 3 begins, as I am involved in several other projects at this time. I * will get it to you as soon as I can and I hope you will be patient with me * until that time. I will try not to disappoint you, especially with the * quality of the next book. I just want to thank you all for your continued * support for Josh and the boys. * * Bill * * ***************************************************************************** If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.