Date: Wed, 24 May 2000 13:18:31 EDT From: William Watts Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 2 chapter 4 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. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com. * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 4 - Another visit from a very weary stork. May 2000 The contractor had finished the work on Pat's bedroom and we had purchased him a double bed. Ricky had his own room back although he didn't use it often. Even though it might be hard to believe, the three mischievous imps were more inseparable now than before and they were constantly in the company of each other. The other boys were trying to figure out what was up with them, fearing they were planning new horrors for the rest of us, but I was the only one beside themselves who knew about the new connection and I wasn't about to tell their secret to anyone else. I had also met with the representative from Mr. Kaufman's law offices, signed the papers and accepted the check. It came to $5,347, 550. I put some into an account for easy access and then I invested the rest. I calculated that if I only earned 5% interest on the principal, we would have a quarter of a million dollars a year to spend without ever having to touch the base amount. There would be no way this family would lack for anything in the future and I could ensure that the boys would be able to pursue any of their dreams. I would set up an account for each one of them to be used for college, start their own business or to buy a home and start a life of their own when they were ready. I could now give them everything that I had dreamed of. It was about two or three weeks after Pat moved into his own bedroom when he exacted his revenge on our three little monsters. He planned this all by himself and he thought out every last detail to make this work. He did tell me about it in advance so I could watch as he taught the terrors a lesson. It happened on a Saturday morning. He carried his boom box into the room, plugged it into the socket on the far wall and turned it on. It was a tape of animal noises that he had set at full volume. In the beginning you heard the low growl and high pitch roars of several lions as they established the dominance order in the pride. Slowly, the sounds began to register in the psyche of the sleeping trio. Suddenly there was a mighty roar as one lion announced his superiority and control to the others. Three bodies jerked upright on the bed only to be confronted with the wallpaper that was filled with jungle creatures. Just as they began to look around, a large stuffed lion (one that had been purchased for Cole at Christmas by my older son's family) leapt up (it was actually tossed) onto the bed as another mighty roar sounded from the speakers. The trio began to scream hysterically and fight to get off of the bed and away from their attacker. The shouts brought the other boys running down the hall to the jungle room to see what the commotion was all about. Just as they arrived, another roar sounded from the speakers and the older boys spotted the stuffed lion on the bed as Pat sprung up from the foot of the mattress to pounce on our little monsters himself. The three young boys started screaming again and darting frantically about the room as the older boys started to roar themselves, only their roars were of laughter. "Alright," Danny chuckled. Somebody finally gave those three a dose of their own medicine." "Great job, Pat," Kevin added. "You're going to fit in here just fine here." "Yeah," Dustin agreed. "I wish that I'd thought that one up myself. That was awesome and it might make them think twice before they try their tricks on any of us again." "Hey, that's not fair," Graham argued. "When we do something like this you all gang up on us. Why aren't you ganging up on Pat instead of telling him how great it was?" "Because you three do it to innocent people," Kevin answered, "but you three are far from innocent." "Yes, you guys have deserved that for ages," Danny continued, "so don't come running to us for sympathy because you won't find any." "You guys are lousy brothers," Ricky spat out. "You won't even protect the three youngest, innocent and most defenseless members of this family." "Youngest, maybe," Dustin countered, "but you three are far from innocent or defenseless. We kept telling you that the day would come when someone would get you back but we had to wait for Pat to do it." "So we're even now," Pat concluded, "so no more. If you do it to any of us again, I'll get the others to help me get you back next time." "Dad," Cole pleaded, "won't you help us?" "Hey, you brought this upon yourselves," I said with a chuckle, "but I fear that this won't be the last of it. I suspect that from now on it won't be just one sided." "But daddy," Graham said in his best, innocent, little boy voice, "aren't you going to protect your babies?" "I don't see any diapers on you and there's the matter of those horns sticking out of your head. Admit it, you three little devils just can't take your own medicine so, if you don't want something like this to happen again, you'd better mend your ways." "Oh, we can take it alright," Ricky came back defiantly. "I just hope the rest of you can because this means war." The three little ones were all laughing and glaring at their brothers as they started up the chant "war, war, war." I decided to put an end to this little get together but I realized that it wouldn't stop the escalation of pranks. We all hoped that the three villains would learn from this but I think, down deep, they enjoyed the sudden attention and this would just unleash a new round of attacks in the near future. Things actually died done for a while and it was now the middle of October. I was nearly finished with another long day at school when I heard an unexpected visitor at my office door. "Josh, do you have a few minutes." I thought that I recognized the voice but I didn't realize who it was until I turned around and spied my visitor. "Well, Sally, for you anything. Come in and sit down." It was Sally Swarthout, my friend from D.S.S. who had introduced me to all of the boys except for Pat. "What brings you here." "I wish I could tell you that this was a social call but I need your help. Before I begin, though, how are you and the boys?" "We're all fine Sally and you should drop around more often to see them. I know that they would all like that. By the way, I have a new boy whom you haven't met yet. If you want to come over I'll introduce you." "Oh dear. You have a new boy? Where did he come from?" "Yes, I have a new boy. His name is Patrick but he prefers to be called Pat. Judge Shay called me a couple of weeks ago and asked me to take him in. After a slightly rough start, he has become a fine addition to my clan. That's not the only surprise that I've had, either. I received a great deal of money from a gentleman who read about our blended family in one of the magazines. He included me in his will and I am now a multi-millionaire." "Oh Josh, that's wonderful. Maybe I can still impose upon you then. I have another young man who could use your help. He is an orphan and we have found no relatives who are willing or able to take him in. He has been temporarily living in another foster home, in a different part of the county, and his case was just brought to my attention. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to bring him around to me you and the boys and I could visit with them as well." "That would be fine Sally but what about the other foster home?" "They only took him in on an emergency basis. They already have two permanent foster children and they didn't think that they were ready for another one. They should see your place and the number of boys you have." "I must admit that what I've done is not for everyone. I've been fortunate thus far and I pray that my luck holds out in the future. Why don't you bring him around about 5:30 and you can plan to stay and have dinner with us. I'll pick up some steaks and I'll throw them on the grill. What do you say?" "I say that sounds lovely. I know that you're going to like him. He's a sweet boy but very shy." "If you like him, then we will. It's settled then. I'll see you later at the house." The rest of the day I thought about this new boy. I hope that I wasn't taking on too much right now. Sure, there were no money worries but I did just take in another boy, I have Cole and Graham's learning problems to deal with (and we've only just began there, with Ricky's help of course) and it's nearly time for Kevin next check-up (to make sure that no growths had reappeared since he found that first cysts on his testicle). I know that the boys would encourage me to take him in and I want to give the boy a chance, it's just that I don't want to end up ignoring or neglecting the others because I tried to do too much too soon. After school I rounded up the troops, made a quick stop at the grocery store and headed home. Dustin fired up the grill for me, Kevin made a tossed salad before he washed and wrapped potatoes in aluminum foil for baking and Danny and Pat took the steaks out to the grill to get them started while Ricky, Cole and Graham set the table. I had just come in the back door from checking on the food and giving Danny and Pat some guidance when the doorbell rang. I went to open it and there stood Sally and the new boy. I invited them in and greeted them and the other boys came in to say hello to Sally. I let them all exchange hugs and kisses while I looked the new boy over. He was definitely in his early teens, tall (about 5' 8") and slender for his age. He didn't look thin but he also wasn't real muscular. I couldn't see his face because he spent the whole time looking down at the floor and his shuffling feet. Sally was right. The kid was shy. Sally and the boys had finished with their greetings and they had introduced her to Pat. Now, she was ready to introduce the new boy to us. "Josh, boys. This is Alexander Michael Daniels III." The boy finally looked up and his face was absolutely gorgeous. He had brown hair and brown eyes but his face was absolutely angelic, though he had a sad, frightened look about him. "What would you like us to call you, Alexander or Alex?" "My friends call me Trey." "Trey? Where did that come from?" "You know, as is three. I'm Alexander Michael Daniels.the third." "Oh, I get it now. Sorry I'm so thick. Well it's nice to meet you Trey and welcome to our home." I introduced all the boys to him and then I let him go with them so they could show him the house. Ricky had already moved all of his things out of his old room (with the help of his two shadows) and they had moved his belongings into his new abode, the jungle room. While the boys were off on their own, Sally and I went out to the grill to watch over dinner and we just talked about life in general and a little bit about my recent inheritance. She was totally shocked when I told her the actual amount of the check I had received and she told me that it couldn't have happened to a better family. We took everything off of the grill, put it on platters and carried it inside. I yelled to the boys that dinner was ready and they all came bounding down the stairs. Trey was in the rear but he did have a smile on his face now. I had thrown some oil and vinegar on the salad and I took it in with the rest of the food. We all ate and chatted about a variety of topics during the meal. We had some ice cream in the freezer for desert and Dustin, Kevin and Danny were kind enough to dish it up and serve it to us. We moved to the living room and talked for a while longer after dinner but Sally soon said she had to leave and we all bid her farewell. Some of the boys went out with Trey to get his things out of her car and they helped him to carry everything up to his new room. The boys came down to the family room to watch television with the others but Trey stayed up in his room to unpack. I decided to go up and have a talk with him. I knocked on his open bedroom door. "Do you mind if I come in?" "No, it's your house." "Yes, it is my house but this is your room. We respect each other's privacy here and we don't invade someone else's private space unless we're invited. Now, let's try this again. Trey, may I come in and talk with you?" "Yes, please do," he answered this time with a slight smile on his lips. "Mrs. Swartout told me that you were an orphan but she didn't give me any of the details. Would you like to fill me in?" "Yeah, I guess so." He paused to collect his thoughts and, I think, to try to control his emotions before he began. "It happened one night when I was away on a school trip. There was an explosion and fire at our house. The fire department said it was a ruptured gas line and that the explosion probably killed them all instantly. The family room was directly above the furnace room and my mother and sister were in there. They think my father went down stairs when he smelled gas and something he did triggered the explosion. It killed all of them, my mom, dad and older sister." He shed a few tears and then fought to regain his composure. "When we got back home, the principal and one of the counselors came and took me off of the bus and led me away to a quiet spot. It was then that they told me about my family. If I hadn't been on that trip, I would have been killed too. That was my whole family. They were all dead. My mom and dad were both only children and their parents were already dead. I have nobody else." "You have us and we would be glad to have you become a part of our family, if you want. You don't have to decide immediately but just give us a chance and see how you feel about it. Okay?" "Yeah, okay." "I want to give you a little warning before we go back downstairs. It's something I forgot to tell our latest addition and it almost caused problems for us. The other boys like to run around the house nude after they take their showers and get ready for bed. They sleep that way, too. You don't have to do this yourself, unless that's what you want do, but I thought that I should let you know before they startled you with their exhibitionism." "Really? That's great," he responded with a great deal of enthusiasm but then he got his emotions back under control. "I won't mind. I've seen naked boys at school in the showers. It's no big deal." As we walked down to the family room, I thought about his joyful response to my telling him the boys liked to go nude and I suspected that Trey might be gay. I wouldn't ask or say anything but I would definitely stay alert for other signs. During one of the commercials, Trey told us that he was thirteen and in the eighth grade. He would turn fourteen in February. Good Lord. My fourth fourteen year-old (Ricky and Pat were already, Cole turned fourteen next week and Trey in February), I hope God wasn't punishing me for something. The boys got along well and they went off in groups to get ready for bed, usually doing it when they didn't care for the program on the tube. Kevin asked Trey to join them, I think that he had an attraction to Trey, and I saw the green-eyed monster flare up in Dustin again. Before long naked boys began to filter back into the room but Trey had a pair of shorts on when he entered. No problem. I know he is very shy. I think some of the other boys were a little disappointed however. I decided to go up to my room and slip into a pair of shorts, as it was quite warm tonight, and I heard Danny and Pat in my bathroom. From the sounds of it, Pat was doing a little experimentation with Danny. I snuck back out of the room and went downstairs. About twenty minutes later they strolled back into the room to join us and they both looked quite relaxed. We watched about another hour of television before the younger ones were sent up to their rooms. An hour later I sent the older ones up to join them. Danny held back and I knew that he wanted to talk. "I just wanted you to know that Pat started asking me a bunch of questions when we went upstairs. They were about the kinds of things we did with each other. I told him what I could without going into specifics and then I told him that he could use the shower first. He suggested that we could take our showers together, so I did. While in the shower, he asked me if I'd do certain things with him and he told me that he had done these things before. I agreed and this is what we did." Danny went on to explain what happened, knowing that this type of information helped me understand the boys better and allow me to help them in the future and when problems arose. He knew that it was especially critical with the new boys, whom I knew very little about, so he was very open and shared the entire experience with me. Once in the shower Pat asked Danny if he would be willing to jack off with him. Danny agreed and soon found out the Pat meant to do it to each other. That didn't bother Danny at all and he let Pat decide who was going to go first. Pat said he was so nervous that Danny should do him first. Danny began to reach for his circumcised pole and it was already beginning to rise to the occasion. Danny stroked it a few times to get him fully erect, played with his nut sac for a short time and then he moved to Pat's right side and began to jack him off. He wrapped his fingers and palm around that throbbing bad boy and he slowly started his stroking rhythm. Pat was already getting weak kneed from the contact and Danny wrapped his arm around Pat's waist to support him. Danny said that he was almost afraid that Pat was going to hyperventilate from the excitement but it never did happen. Danny quicken his pace, not knowing how long Pat would be able to take this, and he slid his left hand between Pat's legs so he could pull, tug and massage his scrotum. It wasn't long before Pat was panting and his dick spewed several streams of thick creamy spunk against the shower wall. Danny continued to hold him and milk the final drops from his dick until Pat recovered from his ejaculation and thanked Danny for his effort. Danny decided to wash Pat off while he recovered and then he quickly showered his own muscular frame. Pat finally stepped forward, ready to return the favor, and he squeezed Danny's large rod and explore it with his digits. He did this for several minutes before he took it securely in hand and began to pump it back and forth. Pat's grip was tight but his hand was still trembling as he continued his up and down manipulation of Danny's hard-on. Danny made Pat work hard to get him off and it took many minutes before his body stiffened as ropes of boiling spunk shot from his piss-slit and was washed down the drain. Pat totally emptied Danny wand before letting go and then he told Danny some secrets. "I told you that I had done this before but it wasn't with another boy. It was with my mom's boyfriend and I didn't have a choice. He did it to me and he made me do it to him. I enjoyed it even though I didn't want to do it but this was much better. It was never this good before and I guess it makes it better when you can choose who you want to do it with. Thank you Danny. I'm not sure that you'll ever realize how much you've done for me by helping me tonight." "I've got an idea and you'll never have to worry about anyone here forcing you to do things that you don't want to do. I think any of the boys would help you if you asked so don't ever be scared to approach them. If they don't want to they'll say no but they'll never make fun of you or tell anyone else. We're all brothers here and we take care of each other. We may tease each other and there may be some good natured pranks but we'd fight to protect each other if it came to that." "I know. Dad told me some of that and I've seen much of it for myself. I'm so glad you guys were here and you were willing to let me join you as part of your family." "No, that's our family. The minute a boy comes through the front door he is part of our family unless he chooses not to be. I think that I can speak for everyone when I say that we want you here if that's what you want." Pat started to shed a few tears and he didn't try to hide them. When he stopped the flow of water from his tear ducts, he looked up at Danny and spoke. "Nobody's ever wanted me before they just wanted something from me, if anything at all. I can't believe you guys are all so great. I never knew that there were really people out there like you. I only thought that happened in fairy tales." "I think that we all thought that too. We all had bad home lives, some worse than others but none of them were good. I'll give you a quick run down about the others. Ricky's mother was a drug addict and she died from an overdose. He never knew his dad. My parents threw me out of the house and disowned me after they found out I was gay. I hope that doesn't bother you." "No way. How could I think less of you after all you've done for me? Who knows, I might be gay too. I'm just not sure yet." "And you probably won't be for awhile so just keep an open mind and have some fun. Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was telling you about us. Dustin was bounced around between a bunch of different foster homes before he ended up here. Kevin was beat up by his dad and he ran away. Cole and Graham are really brothers and they had it the worst. Their parent ran off and left them alone and they almost starved to death. You should have seen them when they came here. They looked awful, like pictures in magazine of kids in Africa or Asia who had nothing to eat. They've got learning problems because of that and they are really lucky just to be alive. "You see, we all had our share of problems and we all thought the same things that you did until we met dad. He made the difference for all of us and there's nothing we wouldn't do to repay him. We all try hard not to let him down and, so far, we haven't. He sometimes says he only did it because he was lonely but we know that's not the whole truth. He's just a great guy, with a big heart and he really does love us. He adopted the rest of us last June and I'm sure that he'd do the same for you sometime in the future if you want him to." "I do. I really do. I want him to be my real dad not just my foster dad. I've never wanted anything more in my whole life." "Well, just do what's right and be good and I'm sure that it will happen. Trey will have the same opportunity, along with any other boy who comes here later. Dad can afford it now, so the sky's the limit. I even think that he'd have done the same before he got the extra money but this takes a lot of the worry out of it. As far as we're concerned, you're already our brother and he's your dad. It just may take a while before it becomes official." Danny finished his story and I thanked him for the information. I told him that he was wise beyond his years and I thanked him for all the kind things he told Pat about me. I told him that I would probably investigate the possibility of adoption for each boy who wanted it as a part of their Christmas present, like I had done for them last year. He smiled and told me that's what he figured. He gave me a kiss and a hug and then went off to bed. I sat alone in the dark to think for a short time before I went to turn in myself. Let's hope this means that we've had another success. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.