Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 20:31:37 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel-3 chapter 3 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 3 - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 3 - Mule train. July 2000 The boys in the 'sex room' took advantage of having the room for the evening, although there was more than a little discussion about what they would do. Trey and Dion were concerned because the size difference between them and Cole and Graham. They were all within a couple of years of age with each other, but Cole and Graham's growth had been stunted by malnutrition during their formative years and they were considerably smaller and more underdeveloped, physically. Believe it or not, Dion was actually the youngest of the group but he was physically larger than either Cole or Graham, especially when it came to his boyhood. After much discussion, they all agreed that oral sex would probably be their best choice and they paired up accordingly. Trey and Cole went to one bed, while Dion and Graham moved to the other. Trey looked like a giant lying beside Cole, but he was conscious of that fact and he was very gentle with his brother. It was hard to believe that Cole was actually about four months older than Trey, though he was at least a half a foot shorter. Trey took charge at this point, deciding that he would do Cole first, and he bent forward to kiss his partner. Trey parted his lips and let his tongue slip out, sliding it gently over Cole's sealed mouth. Slowly Cole responded to Trey's probing muscle and he parted his lips, so Trey's tongue could enter. Soon the boys were carrying on like two swordsmen in a duel, with their tongues clashing like two rapiers in heated battle. Their hands were not idle either and their paws roamed freely over each other's naked flesh and they became familiar with as much of it as was possible. With the preliminaries out of the way, Trey slid down Cole's body, letting his tongue and mouth explore the area between Cole's lips and crotch. After sucking on both of Cole's little pink nubs, he teased the flesh in between with his oral muscle, before he began to let his tongue dart in and out of his navel for a few minutes. Now he was as his groin, so Trey reached for Cole's cut piece of meat and he began to orally explore that, as well. Trey let his tongue roam all around Cole's boyhood, teasing him as he let the tip of his tongue dart in and out of Cole's tiny slit, and then he moved down to play with his scrotum. Trey was able to take both of those tiny marbles into his mouth at the same time and he worked them over with his oral muscle and sucked on them at almost the same time. Cole was bouncing around on the bed, totally enjoying the attention and being more than a little aroused by his effort, and soon Trey knew that he would have to move on and devour his penis so Cole wouldn't shot his wad before Trey was ready. Carefully, Trey released Cole's ball bag and he moved up and engulfed his little branch in one move. Trey's lips were rubbing over his pubic patch and Cole's penis was as far into Trey's mouth as it would go. Trey used his lips and tongue to stimulate the sides of the smaller boy's dick, while he added suction with his cheeks and lungs. Cole had been flailing around on the bed, as he was experiencing a sensual overload in his brain, when his body went perfectly rigid, both of his hands grasped a fistful of sheet, and he arched his body upward. Within seconds, he was spewing his load into Trey's mouth and down his throat, totally enjoying his sought after release. As his penis wilted, after yielding its final drops of semen, Trey released it from his mouth and let Cole enjoy his special moment in peace. On the other bed, Dion and Graham had done some kissing and petting, but they were younger and more impatient to get to the 'good stuff'. No one outside of the family would have believed that Graham was more than eight months older than Dion, as he was a few inches shorter and height and Dion's love muscle was about twice as long as Graham's. It was kind of a comical sight to see the two of them together, but neither of them thought that way and they just wanted to please each other and enjoy those wonderful feelings that their orgasm would give them. Dion bent down and took Graham's pecker and nut sac into his mouth, all at one time. He sucked on them together like that for a minute or two, and then he let Graham's gonads fall free before he began to suck on Graham's immature organ. Graham did have a sparse scattering of hairs at the base of his dick, but they were hardly noticeable to Dion, even when his lips touched that area. Dion let his lips seal around the outside of Graham's shaft, making sure that he allowed his soft, ruby flesh grasped the skin tightly enough to push Graham's foreskin back behind his glans. Then Dion let his tongue swish around the sensitive cock-head, letting his oral muscle touch every part of it, including the slit. Dion's head was bobbing up and down, though it didn't have to travel very far, and Graham was benefiting from Dion's careful ministrations. Grahams mouth hung open, as soft whimpering sounds came from his throat, and his eyes were rolling back in his head as he enjoyed the electrical feeling that were shooting through his frame. Finally Graham reached the point of no return and his little dick erupted, spilling its immature watery droplets onto Dion's tongue and over the lining of his mouth. Dion made sure that he got everything that Graham had to offer, not wanting to waste any of those few, precious, honey-coated droplets, and then he released the tiny piece of meat and let it fall back on Graham's abdomen. Dion snuggled up next to his little brother, while he waited for him to come down from his high, kissing the boy gently and letting his hands roam over and around his partner's soft, silky flesh. Back on the first bed, Cole had recovered and was ready to take on Trey. Cole started by playing with Trey's semi-erect prick, pinching and stretching the foreskin before sliding it back and forth, exposing and then covering his dickhead back up. This simple activity brought Trey to full erection and his granite pole stood at a slight angle from the rest of his body. Trey's cock was not only longer, but also thicker than Cole's. Cole knew it would take a little effort on his part to get that rod completely into his mouth, but he was determined to do it and give Trey the same amount of pleasure that Trey had just given him. After licking the sides of the shaft and munching on Trey's testicles, Cole stretched his mouth as wide as it would go and eased his head down and over that mighty oak. Eagerly he rocked up and down on Trey's pride and joy, stimulating it with his lips and tongue, while he sucked on it like he was slurping a thick milkshake up a straw. Trey was really enjoying Cole's attentiveness and effort, though he definitely inexperienced, and he was thrilled that Cole was so eager to please him. Cole never balked, hesitated, or complained about what he was asked to do and he did everything he could to satisfy Trey. The tight fit of the thick meat in the small mouth and the sweet caress of the warm, moist lining of Cole's mouth around his sausage, gave Trey an experience unlike any other and it didn't take all that long for Trey's juices to start to boil over deep within him. With just a few nods of Cole's head on his wand, Trey released a powerful load of cum down Cole's throat, nearly gagging the smaller boy with the large volume of cream that he had produced. Cole was able to control his reflexes and he managed to swallow most of his treat, only allowing a few drops to escape from his lips before he regained control. Trey's head (the one on his shoulders) was swaying back and forth as he let all of those wonderful feelings wash over his whole body. As he was coming down from the clouds, he felt Cole crawl up beside him, press his lips to Trey's, and they shared a warm, tender, and loving kiss. In response, Trey threw his arms around Cole and they spent the next few minutes just hugging, kissing, and sharing a special moment alone. On the other bed, the mismatch was even more pronounced than this difference in size between Cole and Trey. Although Dion's meat wasn't as thick as Trey's, it was longer and Graham's mouth was much smaller. Dion had already thought about this, in advance, and he was prepared to give Graham some advice. He told the smaller boy to just take what he could in his mouth and then wrap his hand around the rest of it. Graham's eyes nearly popped out of his head as Dion's wand came to life and kept growing, as he had only seen it in its flaccid state, and he thought that was big. Dion couldn't help but giggle at Graham's startled reaction. "I guess you've never seen one like that before, huh little bro?" "How big does it get?" "It won't get any bigger for now, but I'm hoping that it keeps growing as the rest of my body does." "It's a monster already and you want it to get bigger?" "Yeah, why not? I hope it gets to be as long as a ruler." "Well, I don't know who'll be able to do anything with you if it get that big." "Oh, somebody will. Big dicks are really neat and there will always be someone who will want to play with it. Guys are fascinated by big snakes, so I don't think I'll have to worry about finding somebody to help me out." "Well, I'll take my turn now, while it's still small...well at least smaller than it will be as you get older." Dion chuckled at Graham's last comment and he watched his little brother slip his mouth over the head of his cock. "Don't try to take too much. Just take what you can and then use your hand on the rest of it." That's exactly what Graham did, treating Dion's schlong like a big Tootsie Pop. He licked, sucked, and pulled the bulbous helmet in and out of his mouth, only worrying about the top third of Dion's pole. Graham was having so much fun playing with Dion's toy, that he almost failed to notice when Dion began to approach his orgasm. Finally, he heard Dion panting, and he understood what that meant, so he wrapped his mouth tightly around Dion's knob. Graham began to slide up, down, and around the upper part of Dion's boner, while his two hands slid up and down the sides of Dion's root. Dion had now reached the edge of the sexual cliff and suddenly ribbons of spunk sped up his shaft and flew from the slit, coating Graham's tonsils with his milky treat. Graham slurped it all down and he continued to suck on Dion's prick until Dion pushed him off. His cock was getting a little tender, with Graham's efforts being directed at a very limited area of his rod, so he pried Graham off before it began to hurt. In an effort to keep Graham from feeling that his efforts weren't appreciated, Dion pulled Graham up to him and he kissed him and hugged him to show him that he appreciated the fine job that he had done. After they cuddled together for a few more minutes, the boys decided that they wanted to spend the night with their normal partners. Dion and Cole switched places and soon they were wrapping their arms around their usual bunkmate. Trey and Dion waited about twenty minutes, letting the other pair fall asleep, before they began to discuss the evening. "Well, how was it?" Trey wanted to know. "It was okay," Dion responded. "Graham tried hard, but he just doesn't know how to handle such a big cock." "Yeah, I know what you mean. Cole had all he could do to handle my thick meat and I kind of felt bad for him. He did try hard to please me." "Are you still horny?" Dion asked Trey. "I know I am." "Me too. What do you want to do?" "Let's make love to each other. Okay?" "Sure. You can go first. Can you get the lube?" "Yeah, I've got some in my suitcase. Hold on while I get it." Dion's bare butt raced across the room, his dick swaying to and fro as he ran, and he grabbed his tube of lube and raced back to the bed. Trey rolled over on his stomach, spread his legs, and Dion deposited a big dab of jelly against his pucker. Dion used his fingers to rub it around and into Trey's hole, stretching him out at the same time. When Trey indicated he was ready, Dion scooted in between his legs, greased his own pole, and placed his mushroom head against the opening. He pushed gently against Trey's rosebud, until his helmet penetrated the muscular ring, and gradually he slid all the way into Trey's love tunnel. He paused momentarily before he began to piston in and out of Trey's boy cunt, taking full advantage of having his usual sex partner. Dion was riding Trey's ass like he was a Brahma Bull rider in the rodeo, and he was going for the trophy. Trey bucked his rear-end up and down as Dion rode him, matching his every movement. They seemed to be going for the world's record ride, when Dion slammed his meat home, letting loose his second load of boy juice for the evening, and then he fell, exhausted, across Trey's back. Trey was huffing and puffing too, having enjoyed Dion's growing expertise in love making, and he waited for Dion to recover so they could switch positions. Dion had nearly worn himself out with his effort, so Trey positioned him on his back, placed Dion's legs over his shoulders, and he began to grease Dion up and stretch out his rectal muscles. Trey worked him over until he could get three of his fingers inside Dion's chute, without causing him discomfort, and then he put a coating of lube on his erection and moved it into position. He was careful to go slowly with his lover, not wishing to hurt him as he entered, and eventually he was fully inside Dion and ready to go. He hesitated for a few minutes, allowing Dion's boy pussy to adjust to his girth, and then he began to slide in and out of Dion's hole, brushing Dion's prostate on nearly every thrust. As Trey continued to rock back and forth, he bent down and began to kiss Dion, slipping his tongue into Dion's mouth. The two sparred with their tongues while Trey pounded Dion's butt like a dog in heat. This continued for several more minutes before Trey began to feel those tingling sensations spread throughout his body, and he made his final thrust, whitewashing Dion's intestinal tract with his love juices. They continue to hug and kiss for a while longer, before they gave in to their tired bodies and cuddled together for sleep. Dion lay with his head resting on Trey's chest, while his arm was wrapped around his lover's waist, and that's the way they were positioned when they eventually dozed off. The next morning came far too quickly for the boys in the 'sex room', but they got up and readied themselves for the day's activities. Everyone ate a good breakfast, loaded into the van, and they arrived at their next stop by 7:30. It was then that I explained to them what they were going to do. They were going to take a daylong ride into the Grand Canyon on mules. Usually the ranch didn't allow children younger than twelve to participate in this particular excursion, but I had brought along waivers of liability prepared by his lawyer, arranged for the smaller boys to ride with an older one, and I paid a little extra to show my appreciation for their bending the rules to fit our unique situation. The boys were led over to the mules, instructed on correct procedures, and they were ready to depart by the 8:00 starting time. Because of the 200-pound weight limit, I couldn't take any of the boys with me. Even the smallest one's weight would put us past that limit, when added to mine. Therefore, this was how the boys were paired up. Dustin would take Nicky with him, Jordan would ride with Danny, Andrew would be paired with Brandon, and Kevin would watch over Sammy. Even though Sammy had just turned twelve, we still paired him up with an older brother, because of his small stature and his unfamiliarity with riding. He didn't seem to mind, so we were all set and ready to go. Our guide took the lead, with the boys following him down the trail, and I brought up the rear. I had chosen that vantage point so I could keep and eye on my entire brood and I would be there if anyone needed assistance. Slowly we moved over to the trail and we began our descent into the Canyon. I knew in advance that we would be taking what was called the North Kaibab trail, which would take us to the Supai Tunnel and then on to Roaring Springs. The trail wasn't as narrow as I had feared, but it didn't leave a great deal of room for error, either. Luckily the mules were very sure-footed beasts of burden and they made their way steadily down the slope. The boys were busy commenting about the scenery and trying to point various items of interest to the others, as we played follow-the-leader down the trail. I kept checking on how the older boys were doing with the younger ones, and I was pleased to see that they were all taking their role very seriously. They had their little brothers sitting between them and the saddle horn, with their arms wrapped around the boy as they gripped the reigns. The younger boys were clinging to the saddle horn to help them keep their balance and enjoying the comforting feeling of those protective arms on either side of their chest. It was quite an outing, making our way down into the Canyon like that, and the Colorado River kept growing larger before us as our surefooted transportation inched their way closer and closer to that once powerful torrent of water. When we had completed the entire 4300-foot descent, we all dismounted and had a chance to roam around before we dove into the bag lunches that were provided in the package deal. The fresh air, activity, and excitement of the ride had made the boys ravenous, and they devoured the lunches in no time flat. We let them wander around some more, while the guide and I finished our meals, and then the guide pointed out several more items of interest before we got on the mules again, to make our climb back up to the ranch. Before we remounted, I asked the boys for their reactions to the ride down. I had to start calling on them individually to speak, as they all began to talk at once and none of us could tell what was being said. Once things were organized, I discovered that the boys had really enjoyed not only the ride on the mule, but also the sights in the Canyon as we rode along. The little ones talked so fast that it was just one long, run-on sentence, and I knew that this would be an experience they would never forget. Just to make sure, however, I started snapping pictures as they remounted their mules to make the trip back to the top. I don't think any of them had noticed me taking pictures on the way down and I was sure they wouldn't notice me taken even more as we headed back. I did want one or two close-up of each mule and rider(s), so I took those now, while they were still willing to sit still for a few minutes. Once we ready to leave, they fell back into formation and the guide got us started. The climb back up was quite arduous and much harder on the mules. I can only imagine what those poor creatures had to endure, not only pulling their own weight up that slope, but the weight of its rider(s), as well. Sometime later we were back at the ranch and the guide asked the boys if they wanted to help take the saddles off the mules and brush them down. Excitedly, the boys agreed to help do this chore, which was strictly voluntary and not part of the package, and they watched the guide as he explained what to do and how to do it. The younger ones were the most fascinated by this chore and they even came over to help the guide and me with our animals, when they had finished with their own. I snapped the last few pictures of the boys as they finished rubbing down the mules, to have a lasting memory of this event. After they were done and the mules had been fed, we thanked the guide, I slipped him a decent tip, and we got back into the van to head back to the motel. We would all need to shower and change before we could go out to dinner, as we collectively smelled like a barnyard, and we certainly didn't want the taste of our food to be affected by the odors coming from us. Besides, I'm sure we could have cleared out any restaurant we entered, if we walked in smelling like that. We were in the van, heading down the road, with every window that would open being down as far as it would go. It still wasn't quite enough and we were all happy when we finally pulled into the motel parking lot. The boys exited quickly, raced to their rooms, and doubled up in the showers and baths, to hasten our departure for dinner. I called the front desk, to see where they had been able to make a reservation for us, jotted down the name, address, and directions to the eatery, before hanging up and getting ready myself. The reservation had been made at one of those cafeteria-like steak houses, but the food was good and they had a large salad bar to go with it. There was also a desert bar for after the meal. The boys wolfed down another large meal, finished it off with ice cream sundaes, and washed it down with several glasses of soda. I left an appropriate tip, for the limited amount of attention we had received, and we all went back to my room. There, I looked at the room schedule and saw that Ricky, Jay, Dustin, and Kevin were listed for the sex room. Cole and Graham asked to share their room with the four little ones and I told them they could, as long as they didn't get overly rambunctious or carried away. They agreed. Brandon and Danny asked Pat and Carlos to share a room with them, so Trey and Dion asked if they could room with me. Now that everything was set, the boys moved their suitcases to the appropriate rooms and we prepared to settle in for the evening. * * * * * * * * 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.