Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2000 09:13:00 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel 3  chapter 4

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 3 - by BW  (Young-Friends).
Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 4 - Friends and family.                             July 2000

I let the boys sleep late the next morning, to compensate for the long and
rigorous day they spent on the mules the day before.  They were all up and
ready to eat by 11:00, so I took them out for brunch.  As soon as we
finished, we loaded up and the van and made our way back to the Lodge where
we had stayed two nights before, so we could go to the restaurant and see
Mark again.  Through the luck of the draw, Brandon and Danny were scheduled
for the 'sex room' tonight, so they talked to the other pair that was
supposed to be in with them and got them to agree to switch with the group
who had the room tomorrow night.  This way they could spend time with Mark
and not put him in an awkward situation or miss out on their own turn.  The
next group agreed and things were copacetic.

We had another long slow trip getting back, but we finally reached the
lodge a few hours later.  We checked in quickly, went to our rooms, and
settled in.  I gave the boys free time until dinner, so they could wander
around, listen to their music, watch television, or go swimming, and they
jumped at the chance to just relax.  The little ones wanted to go swimming,
so we all got ready and I went to the pool with them.  They had a great
deal of fun splashing around and cooling off and I stayed in the
shallow-end with the four youngest.  Nicky and Jordan could swim, but I
wasn't comfortable with them in the deep-end on their own, and Sammy and
Andrew hadn't acquired the skill yet.  It didn't matter all that much and
the four of them had a good time anyway, splashing each other before they
all ganged up on me.

Most of the older boys were in the deep end, but I noticed that Carlos and
Dion were just sitting by the side of the pool.  I talked the four little
ones into taking a short break and getting out of the pool for a few
minutes, while I went over to talk to the other pair.

"What's up guys?  Isn't the water to your liking?"

"Oh, uh...it's not that," Carlos began, "I'm...well...I'm just...too tired
to swim now."

"Yeah," Dion added, "me too.  I just...don't want to take any
chances...right now."

"Hey, guys.  It's me.  Remember?  You don't have to make up excuses to make
me feel better.  I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want
to do."  I hesitated for a minute.  "Neither of you can swim, can you?"

They looked at each other and then back at me.  They both hung their heads
before Dion broke the silence.  "No, I can't swim, but I don't know about
Carlos.  Nobody ever had the time to teach me when I was younger and my
Grandma was too old and we lived so far out in the country that I never had
the chance when I got older."

"I can't swim either, Pop," Carlos followed.  "There weren't many places to
swim where I grew up and we moved around so much once we got to the United
States that I never got a chance to learn.  I just didn't want the other
boys to find out and think I was a baby or something."

"Hey, no one is going to think you two are babies just because you can't
swim.  You just haven't had the opportunity to learn.  Who knows, maybe the
other boys would be willing to help you with that, if you'd let them.  I
know it's not easily to handle not being able to do something that everyone
else can do, but don't be embarrassed by any of this.  If you guys don't
want to let on to the others just yet, you could always come into the
shallow-end and help me with the little ones.  No one would be any the
wiser."

"You don't think they'd try to get us to come down with them?" Dion asked.

"Well, they might, but you could always just tell them that you're helping
me with the little ones.  Sammy and Andrew can't swim either, and I still
want to keep and eye on Nicky and Jordan until I can judge for myself how
capable they are."

"It sounds good to me," Dion added.  "What do you think, Carlos?"

"Yeah, we could do that.  I really would like to get in the water, just not
over my head."

"Good," I said, looking at them and smiling, "why don't you two go tell the
little ones that they can get back into the water now, if they want to."
The two boys went to find the little ones and soon they were heading back,
hand in hand, to the pool.  Soon the six of them were frolicking in the
shallow end, having a great time.  I sat on the edge of the pool and kept
an eye on all of them.

I let the boys play around as long as I could, but finally it was time to
go back to our rooms, get dressed, and head out to the restaurant in time
for our reservation.  When we walked in, Mark spotted us and waved in our
direction.  The hostess led us to our table and Mark came over to greet us
while we were checking over the menus.

"Hi, I'm glad you made it back," Mark began.  "I was kind of worried that
you might decide to just keep going and stick to your original schedule."

"We wouldn't do that, Mark," I told him.  "If we make you a promise, you
can bet the farm on it that we will keep it."

"So I'm beginning to learn.  It's nice to see all of you again."

"Are you coming over to the lodge after you get out of work?" Brandon
asked.

"If it okay with your dad."

"Can he, Dad?" Danny asked right away.

"Of course he can.  You two knew that already."

"Yeah, but we wanted Mark to hear it for himself," Danny said with a smirk
on his face.

"As long as you guys don't disturb the neighbors or cause any damage, you
can do almost anything you want to."

"Thanks, Mr. Currie.  I'm glad I got to wait on you the other night."

"And we're glad too, especially some of my sons.  You come over when you're
done and maybe you could stop by my room for a while, so I could get to
know you a little better."

"Sure thing, Mr. Currie.  I'd like that."

We ordered our meals and gave Mark the menus.  He placed our order, brought
our drinks, and then went to check on his other tables.  He was still very
attentive to us throughout the evening, but he didn't ignore his other
tables like he did the last time. Maybe it was because he knew that he'd be
able to spend time with us later, or it was possible that his boss had said
something to him about the other night and he knew that he had to avoid a
repeat of the problem.  Whatever the reason, we didn't see as much of Mark
during our meal, as he gave equal attention to all of his customers.

We finished our entrees, ordered and ate our dessert, and then we went back
to the lodge.  I left Mark another good size tip and we told him that we'd
see him later.  We went back to our rooms and the boys showered or bathed
and then they began to relax until bedtime.  It wasn't all that much later
when there was a knock on my door.  It was Mark, Danny, Brandon, Trey, and
Dion (as the latter pair was sharing a room with the former pair) and they
came in and sat wherever they could.  Soon Nicky and Jordan were having a
good time with their uncles, while I got to chat with Mark.  Sammy and
Andrew were staying in with Ricky, Jay, Dustin, and Kevin.

"Well, Mark.  Danny tells me that you're a finance major at Northern
Arizona University.  How do you like it there."

"The weather's a lot nicer than in Oregon, but the work's hard.  I've got
some tough professors and it's not easy trying to work and carry a full
load of classes."

"Yes, I realize that, but there are many students who do that to get
through college.  I'm sure you'll do just fine.  What do you want to do
once you get your degree?"

"I'm not sure yet.  I thought about becoming a financial planner or maybe
working my way to becoming a Chief Financial Officer someday, but there's
also the possibility of becoming a mutual fund manager or an investment
banker."

"Those are mostly high stress occupations.  Are you sure that you're ready
for that."

"Not really, but I can make big money if I can land one of them.  Then I
could afford to be on my own and still help my mom out too."

"That's a nice thought, but I'm sure that your mother would want you to do
something you'd be happy at.  Would you be happy working at those jobs?"

"Yes, I would.  Those types of things have always intrigued me.  I've
always been interested in the stock market, since a teacher in high school
taught our class how it worked, and I won a couple of contests using a fake
account to invest with.  I beat out all the other competitors and some of
them were adults."

"Well, if you like it and you can stand the pressure and the long hours
you'll have to work, I wish you the best of luck.  You could make more than
enough money to take care of you and your mother if you're successful
Speaking of your mother, would you mind telling me a little about her?"

"No, I already told Danny and Brandon about us.  My mom got pregnant with
me while just before she graduated from high school.  She told my dad that
she was going to have me and he wanted her to get an abortion or give me up
for adoption.  Mom wouldn't do it and my dad said that he would give her a
cent unless she did, so my mom told him to get lost and neither of us has
seen him since."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mark.  Your father doesn't know what he's missed.
He'll never know what a fine young man he helped to create."

"I have thought about looking him up, from time to time, but I didn't want
to upset my mother by contacting him.  It wouldn't be fair to her after all
she's done for me."

"Are you sure she' d object?"

"I don't think she'd be happy about it."

"What about you?  Will you be happy with yourself later, if you don't try
to find him?"

"I've always wanted a father and I've always wondered what he'd be like,
but I'm not sure how I'd take it if I found him and he still didn't want
anything to do with me."

"I'm sure that would be a tough pill to swallow, but what if you found him
and he agreed to establish a relationship with you.  Would you want that?"

"Yes, I really would.  Mom's been terrific and all, and I love her very
much, but a guy needs a dad more than a mother.  I've always felt cheated
by not having one.  I think that's why I was so interested in your family
that first night you ate at the restaurant.  Here were all these boys who
got what I always wanted.  You took them all in and now you're their dad.
I wish I could have been that lucky."

"But you still have your mom and these boys didn't even have that much.
Sometimes we wish so hard for something else that we fail to see what we do
have right in front of us."

"I know, but I've wanted a dad for so long that it's hard to give up my
dream."

"Don't give up your dreams, just don't let it ruin your present.  Don't be
unhappy or waste today just because you're wishing for something that might
happen tomorrow or the tomorrow after that."

"Thanks, Mr. Currie.  I'll try to remember that."

"Mark, maybe next summer you could come and spend some time with us.  What
would you think of that idea?"

"I'd like that Mr. Currie, but I wouldn't be able to afford the
transportation and I'll need to work and earn money for school.  Thanks
anyway, though."

"What if I paid for your plane fare and you came to work for me?"

"It's real nice of you to offer, but I couldn't have you do that.  You've
got all these boys to support and I wouldn't feel right having you spend
your money on me instead of them."

"Don't worry about the money, Mark, because we've got more than enough to
last.  We've been very fortunate and these boys will be taken care of.
That doesn't mean that I couldn't help you, as well."

"But what could I do that your sons couldn't do for you?"

"You could help me with my investments and finances.  We've got the money
and you could help me make sure that it doesn't run out.  You could do the
research and recommend stocks or mutual funds or other things that you
think I should invest in.  What would you think of that?"

"I'm not sure I'd have enough knowledge to help you.  I'll only have
finished my sophomore year by then."

"But you've had experience with the stock market, haven't you, in those
contests?"

"I have, but that wasn't real money.  That was all make-believe.  I don't
want to take the chance of losing your money."

"You'll only be making suggestions to me and I'll look those suggestions
over and make the decision of whether or not to accept your advice.  If I
lose money, it will be my own fault, not yours."

"But I'd still feel responsible if you do lose money."

"Then just make sure you give me good advice."

He smiled, I asked him what he made at the restaurant, including tips, and
we agreed on a salary.  We'd keep in touch during the year and I'd arrange
for him to get his ticket before school was out.  He was happy, the boys
were thrilled, and I felt good.  It was well worth the little detour we
took to come back here and we all ended up winners.  While the boys were
all talking about next summer, Mark looked up at me and asked if I minded
if he took the boys out and showed them around a little.  I asked who he
was planning to ask and he replied that he'd take anyone who wanted to go.
I told him to see who was interested and he and the four boys went to check
with the others.

While the older boys were gone, I tucked my grandsons in for the night.  By
the time the boys came back, the told me that it would just be the five of
them, as the other boys were having fun entertaining Sammy and Andrew.  I
told them to have a good time and to remember that we'd be leaving fairly
early in the morning.  They said they'd remember and they left, but not
before Mark came over and thanked me again.  I think he almost hugged me,
but I believe he was unsure of how the boys or I would react if he did, so
he just shook my hand instead.  After they left, I crawled into bed too.

The boys in the 'sex room' had been having a discussion of their own.
Tonight Pat, Carlos, Cole, and Graham were using the room and they were
trying to figure out what to do.  Pat explained to Cole and Graham that
Carlos still wasn't all that sure about the sex stuff and he told them that
he didn't want to push Carlos before he was ready.  Cole and Graham had no
problems with that and they agreed to let Carlos decide what would happen
tonight, if anything.  The boys were watching television when Carlos
finally spoke up.

"I don't want to ruin tonight for the rest of you, so if you guys want to
do something..."

Cole cut him off.  "Don't worry about it Carlos, it's not that important.
We'll do whatever you want to do, even if it's nothing."

"Yeah," Graham added, "we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.
It's not that important."

"Thanks, guys," Carlos added, "but I don't want you to give up everything.
We can give each other hand jobs, if you want."

"That's up to you," Cole told him.  "We'll be satisfied with whatever you
decide.  Graham and I already talked about this and we both agree.  We'll
do whatever you want to do."

"Let's do that, then," Carlos urged them.  "I don't mind doing it to other
guys with my hand."

"Can I be with Carlos then?" Graham asked, and everyone agreed.  They boys
split up and went to their beds.

"How come you wanted to be with me, Graham?"

"Because you're not circumcised, like me, but bigger.  I just wanted to see
what it was like."

Carlos smiled and the boys took off their shorts and got into bed.  Carlos
laid back and let Graham do what he wanted to him.  He could see how
curious Graham was and he wasn't about to stifle that inquisitiveness.
Graham didn't really understand what the older boy was doing for him, but
he was sure enjoying himself with his investigation.  Carlos had a chubby
cock and a real thick foreskin.  He did everything he could with that extra
piece of flesh; pinching it, stretching it, pulling it back and then
pushing it forward, and he studied his dickhead when it was exposed.  He
examined it, he sniffed it, and he touched it with his tongue.  Carlos
wasn't expecting that, but he didn't object.  In fact, Carlos was kind of
honored to be the center of attention and he was admiring Graham as he
moved about during his exploration of his groin.  Finally, Graham wrapped
his hand around the fat sausage and he began to stroke his fist up and
down.  Carlos closed his eyes and relaxed, wanting to enjoy the sensations.

Graham knew what felt good to him and that's what he did to Carlos.  He
used his other hand to rub over the outside of Carlos' scrotum and he could
hear the older boy moan as he did that.  He continued to pump his hand up
and down, trying not to go too fast, and Carlos' mouth dropped open and he
was emitting little grunting sounds as Graham continued.  Graham went a
little faster now and he continued to massage and lightly squeeze Carlos'
nuts while he stroked his pole.  It didn't take much longer before Carlos'
body stiffened and he unleashed streams of spunk across his torso.  Graham
stroked him a little while longer, until the flow stopped, and then he just
sat and watched Carlos as he recovered.

On the other bed, Pat had decided to take care of Cole first.  Even though
the pair didn't spend all that much time together, they did have a few
things in common.  First of all, Pat was only seven months older than Cole,
though he was a grade ahead of him.  Pat and Cole both liked to do things
with their hands and they were more of the outdoor type than the others.
They liked to walk in the woods, go camping, and build things.  They had
been working together on a tree house/fort, in the woods out behind the
house.  I've been letting them do it on there own, figuring they'd ask me
if they needed help.

Pat had been fondling Cole as they talked about the trip so far, comparing
their notes on the mule ride into the Canyon.  Of all the boys, those two
had seemed to enjoy it the most, although the little ones thought the mules
were pretty neat.  Cole was now fully aroused, so Pat wrapped his fingers
around his tool and began to stroke it up and down.  Cole stopped talking
and laid back to enjoy what was happening.  It didn't take long to bring
him to the brink and soon he was blowing his wad all over himself.  Pat
continued his pumping, milking him dry, and then he released Cole's prick
and waited for him to regain his senses.

By this time, Carlos had started working on Graham.  He looked at Graham's
smaller penis and thought back to when his looked like that.  It was only a
couple of years ago, but it brought back fond memories to him as he thought
about when he first learned that his cock could be used for more than just
peeing.  Eagerly, he began to manipulate the smaller tube.  He exposed the
head, so he could look at it more closely, and he was fascinated with
Graham's reactions to his efforts.  He watched Graham squirm and twitch,
and he listened to him squeal as he played with his boyhood.  This was
exciting Carlos as much as it was Graham, and he didn't realize it would be
some much fun to please another boy.  He used two fingers and his thumb to
stroke Graham's erection and he got a kick out of watching Graham as his
hips flopped up and down to match Carlo's efforts.  Carlos had a big grin
on his face as he watched the younger boy getting into the action and he
sped up his pace, knowing that Graham was desperately seeking relief.  Soon
watery droplets were spurting from the tip of his cock and, gradually,
Grahams bucking stopped and he remained still on the bed.  Carlos stroked
him a few more times before he stopped, and then he leaned down and kissed
Graham on the forehead, thinking that Graham would probably fall asleep
after this.  Carols grabbed a couple of tissues and cleaned up his younger
playmate.

By this time, Cole was playing with Pat's stubby pecker.  His fingers just
barely touched, as he wrapped his hand around Pat's stump, but still he
worked it up and down to bring Pat pleasure.  While he was doing that, he
worked his other hand down, slid a finger into Pat's chute and sought to
stimulate his prostate.  When he located that leathery button, he rubbed it
and that cause jolts of pleasure to shoot through Pat's body.  Pat jerked
when Cole first hit it and he twitched a few more times as the other boy
continue to rub it.  Cole continued to jerk Pat's meat, but he brought his
finger back out of his rectum and he began to roll his palm over Pat's nut
sac.  Pat was making a bunch of little noises now and it almost sounded
like he was purring.  In another minute, Cole felt Pat's wand swell in his
hand, just before the ribbons of cum sprang from his dick.  As his jism
splattered on his chest, Pat enjoyed the last of the tingling sensations
that flowed from his toes to his hairline.  Finally it was over and Pat
remained in the afterglow of this experience.  As Cole was cleaning up the
mess, Pat returned to the land of the living and he gave Cole a hug and
thanked him for his efforts.  Soon they were cuddled up together on the
bed, falling asleep in each other's embrace.

I didn't hear the other boys come in later, so I'm not sure what time Mark
brought them back, but they seemed to have enjoyed their time together and
they didn't give me any problems in the morning.  Brandon and Danny thanked
me for asking Mark to join us next summer and for trying to help him out.
I asked them if there was anything going on between them and they assured
me that there wasn't.  They found out that Mark was straight their first
night together, when he was constantly talking about his steady girlfriend,
but they still liked to hang with him and he was still good eye-candy.
They concluded that they didn't have many older friends, especially ones
who were in college, and it was neat to do things with someone his age.  I
told them that I was happy that they weren't disappointed by his
orientation and I was even happier because that wasn't the only reason that
they wanted to get to know him.  They assured me that even though Mark was
'gorgeous', he was even nicer just to be around.  I was proud and pleased
at how my boys were growing up.

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