Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2002 06:55:49 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel-Book 5 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 and to Ataan for his suggestions about the storyline. 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. * * * * * * * * Although the boys in these stories have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse. * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel-Book 5-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2002 by billwstories Chapter 3 - From the brink of madness. January 2002 The next week started out very normally, but it didn't stay that way for long. You see, that was the week of September 11th. I was home alone that day and Jake called me from a truck stop, having heard over his CB what was going on. "Josh, have you been watching the news?" he asked, with a certain amount of anxiety in his voice. I wasn't sure what was up, but I knew something was wrong, and my thoughts went to the boys at college and school. "No, I haven't been watching TV or listening to the radio. Did they have another school shooting or something? Was it at the high school or one of the colleges that Dustin or Frankie go to?" "No, it's nothing like that, but I think you'd better turn on the television and see what's going on. It's unbelievable and something you'll have to see for yourself." I set the phone down and went to turn on the television, leaving Jake holding the line. When the picture came on, I could see smoke pouring out of one of the World Trade Towers and I went back to the phone to ask Jake what happened. "I can see a fire on the upper level of one of the Twin Towers. What happened? Another bomb?" "Worse, they crashed a plane into it, a commercial flight, and they say they crashed another plane into the Pentagon." "They? Who are they?" I wanted to know. "Terrorists. They're not sure what group yet, but speculation is that it's probably a middle-eastern group, maybe Iraq had something to do with this. I just wanted to let you know. Man, I heard my old man tell about the day Pearl Harbor was bombed and how his family all sat numb and in shock, and I think I'm beginning to appreciate how he felt." I thanked Jake for letting me know what was going on, hung up, and went back to watching the tube. The scenes were riveting and I couldn't seem to pull myself away from looking at them. I called the schools to let the superintendent and principals know what was happening, in case they thought it best to prepare the students for what was happening or if others started calling the school and they would think they were prank calls. I knew they wouldn't question what I told them. Some knew, some didn't, but they all thanked me, and then I went back to viewing what was happening. It was then that I saw the pictures of the second plane crashing into the other tower! Suddenly I felt ill, realizing how many people just died in that instant. What was worse, I knew people who worked there. Now I didn't know what to do next. I was stunned, shocked, and unable to move. I was sickened by what I saw, yet felt compelled to keep watching. I couldn't help thinking about the final moments of those people on the planes, as they knew they were about to die, and wondered what I would have done or thought just before it happened. Then I began to wonder if the people in the building saw the plane coming at them and could just imagine their panic as they tried to get out of the way. The reporters had been telling about all these intentional acts, when they suddenly announced that another plane crashed into a field in Pennsylvania, not all that far from us. No one had much information about this, whether it was another plane in this plot or if it was just a coincidence, but that was a fourth plane down, all coast-to-coast flights, loaded with fuel and passengers. Could this get any more horrific? I continued to listen to the announcer and watched the scenes happening before my eyes, when I realized that there were people jumping from the tops of the towers. Oh God! What kind of desperation would lead a person to do that? Was it a choice between burning to death or leaping from the roof? What must it be like to be in such a position? Was the world finally going insane? Were these the first desperate acts before the whole world went up in flames? I certainly hoped not, but who knew what might possibly happen next. Would there be more acts like this and then retaliation? Now my thought drifted to how I would deal with the boys about these events when they got home. I knew this was too big an event to keep news of it from spreading like wildfire through the halls of the schools. Some kids even had cell phones and I'm sure someone would call one of them and then the rumors and speculation would begin. How would I answer their questions about why this happened or who was responsible? How could I possibly reassure them that the world was still a safe place to live? I was still pondering all these things when the first tower collapsed! My God, how could that happen? Weren't we told that these towers had been specially designed to prevent something like this from happening? Weren't there people still trapped inside? This was becoming a total nightmare. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the second tower collapsed and then several of the smaller buildings around it began to cave in due to the shocks of the towers coming down. I listened to the stunned witnesses and watched the videos over and over, but it still seemed so surreal. Both towers were gone and many of the surrounding buildings, part of the Pentagon had been blown away, and another plane had crashed into a field. This was just too much to be a coincidence. This must have been planned, and by a fairly large and financially stable group. Many reporters and government officials were speculating about what groups could pull such a thing off, when the name Osama Bin Laden first was uttered. I'd never heard about him and couldn't understand his cause, all I could do was wonder how anyone could think that such indescribable acts of horror could get them what they wanted, no matter what that was. I spent the rest of the day watching what was going on across the country and listening to the reports. Both towers were now gone and some of the smaller buildings near by, part of the Pentagon had collapsed or burned, and another plane had crashed in what they now believed was an attempt by some of the passengers to prevent another devastating crash into the White House or Capitol building. Yes, this was definitely beginning to look like some well planned, well orchestrated perversion, and all this did was raise many questions in my mind, beginning with what this world was coming to? How could anyone justify killing innocent bystanders for any reason? If this is a religious group, as some speculated, how could they think their God would approve of something like this? I know history is full of dreadful deeds done in the name of religion and God, but in this day and age? By the time the boys got home, they had all heard about what had been going on. Some had even seen some of the events on television, as they kept running the tapes over and over again. The boys were all talking excitedly about what had taken place, trying to make some sense out of it, like the rest of us were. Unfortunately, they were doing no better than any of the rest of us. Jake arrived home shortly after the boys did, so we decided to talk about everything that had happened over dinner. I'm glad we did, because the boys were full of questions and observations. The older ones were looking for reasons and explanations, and then they began to wonder if there would be a war and if some of the older ones might be called up to fight in it. The boys in the middle were more concerned with the physical things that happened, like the collapse of the buildings and crashing of the planes, consumed with the destruction and death count. The younger ones seemed to be dealing with how the children of those who died would be feeling tonight, having lost a parent. Also the fact that we had been on the observation deck of one of the Towers, not all that long ago, had an impact. The boys couldn't help but discussed the fact that this could have happened when we were there. That was a very frightening thought, and one I tried to guide them away from quickly, but then they wondered if there had been other visitors up there when that happened. I told them that I'm sure some people were up there, but probably not kids, as they would have been in school at that time. We continued to discuss all of these issues thoroughly, though we couldn't bring closure to very many of the questions or issues raised, but we spent a few hours at the table just discussing all their concerns. That evening my college boys called home, seeking some comfort and wanting to make sure the family was all right. I talked to each of them for many minutes, trying to address all their concerns, and then they followed up by talking with some of their brothers. Once they finished chatting with the boys, I spoke to them once more before they hung up. Their final concern was whether they should come home or stay at school. I told them to stay at school and continue on, as best as possible, but to call if they had any other problems. They eventually agreed and wanted to know what else they should do to try to help out in some way. I suggested several possibilities, like taking collections up for the families of the victims, getting donations for the rescue workers, and even donating blood for the survivors, when they were found. They both said they would work with their roommates to do some of these things, and then we said good-bye. I think they both felt better afterward and I was a little relieved to have heard from them. When bedtime rolled around, all of the boys said a special prayer for the victims and their families, and then they asked God to make sure that those who had planned this would eventually be brought to justice. We all needed to believe that these cowards would someday answer to God for their actions, even if men were unable to bring them to trial and make them pay for what they had done. This did bring a little reassurance to some of the boys, though it didn't lessen the horror of what had happened. That night some of the boys slept very tightly to one of the others, not wishing to be alone. Human security blankets do bring a certain amount of relief to frightened individuals. I would venture a guess that not everyone slept well that night, as I did hear more walking around upstairs during the evening, but they all came down to breakfast acting fairly normal the next day. I did have to turn down a few requests to stay home that day, so they could continue to watch what was happening, but I felt it best if we tried to keep things as normal as possible, so everyone went to school as usual. I spent the day tuned in to what was going on, watching the rescue effort, listening to the speculation about what person or group had arranged this, and listening to the President and Mayor give their reassurances that those responsible would be caught and made to pay for what they had done. They also told us the country would rise up from this abomination and become even stronger because of it. I think we all wanted to believe what they said and we wanted to believe that it would happen just as they said, and quickly, but the reality was that this would take time, money, energy, and possibly even the lives of service men to make all their promises come true. What happened to the age of innocence? I really wanted to go donate blood too, but I couldn't because of my recent health problems. Jake told me before he left that he was going to go to the Red Cross center to donate, and Danny, Kevin, and Brandon announced that they were going to make their first donation after school. I was proud that they would do something that unselfish, and it was totally their idea. They were insistent that they wanted to help in that fashion, so I gave them my blessing and they became first time blood donors. They came home proud of what they did, even if Brandon was a bit woozy from the experience, so I made them drink more liquids and then have a good dinner. Later they explained what it was like to their brothers, hoping that they would also donate blood too, when they were old enough. While they were donating, they learned how important that donations are and how few people actually donate. They decided that they would try to do it on a fairly regular basis from now on, so I told them that Jake and I would join them each time they did. We'd make it a family outing of sorts. As the days moved closer to the weekend and Andrew's party, I had to make a decision. Some people had urged me to cancel his party and put it off until things calmed down. First of all, I didn't think any of this would calm down right away, but even if it should, I wanted to keep things as normal for the family as possible. Besides, it would be grossly unfair to Andrew to have to wait, as he had been eagerly looking forward to it. I decided to talk it over with him and we agreed to go ahead with our plans, though Andrew suggested we might take a moment during the party to remember those who had died or been hurt in those events. I thought that was a good idea, so we would incorporate it in our plans. When the weekend arrived, true to my word, Andrew got to spend Friday night alone with Graham to explore other interests. I was actually quite pleased that he had chosen Graham to be his first, for several reasons. One, I thought it would be better if his first sexual encounter wasn't with his biological brother, who had just become involved in sex himself. Second, I was afraid if he had chosen Nick, Nick might try to go too fast for him or push him into things before he was actually ready. Third, I knew that Graham wasn't really into anal sex, so I didn't feel I had to worry about that. Besides Graham was also small for his age, uncircumcised like Andrew, low-key, and easy-going. It was a perfect match for a first-time experience. Even though Andrew had requested this, he was very shy and didn't know what to do, so Graham took charge and handled him very gently. He began by slowly undressing Andrew, making sure to stimulate special areas of Andrew's body as he did so, and then he led Andrew over to the bed and placed him on top of the covers. With Andrew lying there in sort of a daze, Graham quickly removed all his clothing too, trying to give Andrew a special little show as he did so, and then he crawled on the bed, beside his young partner. He began by kissing Andrew on the forehead, working his way down his nose and to his lips, and then he began to run his tongue over and around the younger boy's mouth. Andrew just remained motionless during this time, letting the older boy do his thing, but when Graham's tongue snaked out of his mouth, Andrew instinctively opened his own mouth and accepted Graham's probing muscle. While Graham was working his magic with his mouth, his hand was reaching down to fondle Andrew's tiny testicles and penis, and it only took a few seconds before his little boy's sex organ was standing tall and proud, announcing it was old enough to enjoy this activity. Now Andrew was beginning to moan, as he reacted to all the pleasurable sensations that were now starting to sweep over his immature body, and instinctively he began to thrust his pelvis up into Graham's probing fingers. Slowly Graham pulled his mouth away from Andrew's lips and spoke to him. "How does it feel? Do you like it?" Andrew didn't respond right away, taking a few seconds to collect his senses before he could speak. "Oh, yeah. It feels really good. Don't stop." "I won't," Graham told him, "I just wanted to make sure you were still okay with this." "Oh, yeah, I'm really okay with this." That was all the encouragement Graham needed, so he went back to kissing the smaller boy, while he used two of his fingers and his thumb to pump his partner's small tool. Slowly he would slide the foreskin back and forth over Andrew's sensitive head, but he was wise enough not to expose it completely, as he wasn't sure if Andrew was capable of doing that yet. He was also uncertain if that area might be too sensitive to take the extra stimulation, and he wanted this to be pleasurable for his little brother. Andrew was really beginning to enjoy this now and his eyes were closed tightly, as he tried to block out all other sensations and just bask in the wonderful new feelings that were radiating throughout his body. Even though Andrew never seemed to stiffen or signal a climax, from the way he relaxed and slowly slipped into a normal breathing pattern, Graham knew that Andrew had just enjoyed his first dry orgasm. While he recovered from this experience, Graham continued to massage his tiny sac and testicles, until Andrew reached down and stopped him from doing so. Andrew had reached a point of over-stimulation, and he knew when he had enough of a good thing. After a short rest, Graham asked Andrew if he wanted to try to do any of those things to him, and Andrew jumped at the chance to touch the older boy's privates. Graham gave Andrew instructions about what to do and how to do it, and Andrew was an eager and capable student. He did everything he was told, with a great deal of enthusiasm, and when the time came, he eagerly wrapped his small hand around Graham's stiff cock and pumped away at it. Although he was having a great time jacking his older brother off, he was totally shocked when Graham ejaculated, not realizing that was going to happen. After asking questions about what the white stuff was, why it came out of Graham's penis, and when he'd be able to shoot cum too, Andrew's first lesson was over. Graham cleaned himself up, and then cuddled up next to Andrew. That's exactly how I discovered them, when I went to check on them later. They were asleep, but their faces still seemed to be glowing, so I knew Andrew's first experience had been a positive one. The next day was Andrew's party, and a handful of his friends showed up to participate with the family. Their parents had called to make sure the party was still going on as planned and that everything would be okay, and I assured them it would be fine. The boys seemed to use that time to forget about the events of the past few days and just be boys again, having a great time playing games and having fun. The entire day went very well and then the boys went home. Andrew was pleased with how everything had gone. Later that evening, when things had returned to normal, Andrew must have told Sammy about his experiences the previous night with Graham. Unfortunately, Sammy reacted in a way that none of us would have expected. After finding out about what had happened between Graham and his biological brother, Sammy raced into Graham's room and started screaming at him, asking him what he thought he was doing and telling him it wasn't his place to teach his little brother about sex. Graham got up and tried to explain to Sammy that the whole thing had been Andrew's idea and that I knew and approved of what had happened, but Sammy wasn't listening at that point. He was too angry and filled with his own concerns. Instead of talking, he threw a punch at Graham, landing a glancing blow off Graham's collarbone. Graham was even more surprised by the physical attack than the verbal one, and he wasn't sure how to respond to it, thus giving Sammy time to try and hit him again. This time Sammy landed a blow to Graham's stomach, and then threw another that caught him in the chin. This time Graham didn't hesitate, having taken enough of the physical abuse, and he tackled Sammy, choosing not to hit him in return. Instead he pinned him to the floor and tried to reason with him again. By this time I had gone upstairs, having heard the screaming and then the banging going on up there, and I wanted to see what was happening. When I entered the room, Graham was sitting on Sammy's chest, pinning his arms to the floor, telling him he didn't understand why he was so upset. When I asked what was going on, Sammy started screaming and swearing at both of us, so Graham tried to explain to me what had just happened. After getting a handle on the situation, I told Graham to let Sammy up, but when he did, Sammy started throwing punches again. This time I was the one to step in, holding Sammy and asking Graham to leave the room, so I could discuss this problem with his attacker. Once we were alone in the room, I turned to Sammy and began to question him. Sammy's face was still contorted in rage and I could still see the fire shooting from his eyes, so I grasped him by the shoulders, and stared directly into his eyes. "Do you mind telling me what you thought you were doing here?" "Do you know what Graham did with my brother last night?" he spat out, with as much venom as he could muster. "Yes, I do. I know all about that and I even approved of its taking place." "Why would you do that? I should be the one teaching Andrew, not anyone else." "Sammy, it was Andrew's choice and I agreed with him. Even though he loves you a whole lot, he felt this was something he wanted to do with someone else. He came to me and told me he thought he was old enough now to learn about sex and after talking to him, I agreed. I asked him whom he'd want to do this with him, he told me, and then I set it up for him." "But why wouldn't he want me to teach him? I should have been the one to do that for him, not someone else." "Sammy, it wasn't your choice. Besides, you've got to stop thinking of Andrew as your personal property. Andrew decided that he wanted his first time to be with Graham, possibly because they are both uncut and have other things in common. I'm sure it wasn't anything personal, because I know how much he loves you, but it was his choice and he made it." "But he's my real brother, not Graham's." "He might be your brother by blood, but you're all part of the same family and all of you boys are brothers now. I'm sorry that you don't agree with his having chosen one of them for his first experience. Something I do know, however, is that you should have come to discuss this with me, before you decided to take matters into your own hands." By now Sammy was crying, no, more than crying, he was sobbing, and thinking he had been betrayed by all of us. For some reason he still felt that Andrew was just his brother and no one else should be involved in decisions concerning him. I could understand some of this, knowing how close they'd always been, but I knew we'd have to have several long talks to work our way through this one. By now Jake had also showed up, wanting to know if I needed assistance, but I told him things were fine. I also advised him that Sammy and I would be talking alone for a while, trying to iron things out. He nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him as he went. I spent quite a long time there, just sitting and talking things out with Sammy, and we would have been there longer, except there was a knock on the door. After I told the person to come in, Andrew entered, with tears streaming down his cheeks, thinking he had been the cause of all the problems. He had heard a little of what happened downstairs, as the other boys had questioned Graham, and he immediately thought it was his fault. He went over to Sammy and told him he was sorry for not doing it with him first, and I could see Sammy soften because of his brother's obvious pain. I think realizing how this hurt his brother made Sammy feel bad about what he had done for the first time. By now he had calmed down completely, and he apologized to all of us. After that the three of us talked things out in detail and came to an understanding. We agreed that from now on, each individual would make his own decisions, with my approval of course, and that no one else would make decisions for anyone else in the family. This situation concluded with Sammy and Andrew hugging each other and apologizing for their actual or supposed transgressions, and then thhe three of us hugged, to let each other know there were no hard feelings. After they left the room, Sammy went down to tell Graham he was sorry for what he had done, and Graham quickly accepted the apology, willing to forgive and forget. Later that evening I heard that Sammy had asked Graham to join Andrew and him in their room, to spend the night, as a way to bury the hatchet. I never heard the details of what went on during that get together, but it appeared the next morning that they had successfully kissed and made up. Things had now calmed down at home, but there was still a great deal going on in the country. It was now becoming evident that there weren't going to be any more survivors found at any of the crash sites, and it was also pretty certain that the other plane that crashed in Pennsylvania was the likely result of actions by the passengers to prevent the hijackers from crashing it into another target. Much information had come out as to who the hijackers were and who they were affiliated with, a Muslim group called Al-Qaida, financed by a rich Saudi rebel of sorts. He seemed to be declaring a holy war, to advance his own personal agenda, and all of these plane crashes and deaths were just another tool to get what he wanted. I'm still amazed that anyone could feel their God would support their taking of innocent lives, especially on such a large scale. I just wish I could be in the line behind them on Judgment Day, when God condemned them for their actions and for claiming that all of that death and destruction was done in his name. Then there are the ones who carried out the plan, thinking that by sacrificing themselves they'd go straight to heaven. Well, I wonder what their reactions will be when God tells them they are going to hell for what they did. So much for guarantees! There was one interesting side effect from all of this, and that's a renewed sense of patriotism and a rare use of public prayers. The irony is that it took a disaster of this magnitude to cause either of these things to happen. Suddenly there were flags flying everywhere, including on cars, and 'God Bless America' and 'America the Beautiful' were being sung at public events. I don't think there has been such a patriotic fervor in the country since World War II and it may be years before we ever see this phenomenon happening again. I guess it takes a tragedy of this magnitude to pull a nation this large together, with a single focus, a commonality of purpose, and a sense of unity. Too bad we can't focus more on what we have in common as a nation normally, instead of finding fault with all the differences and concentrating so much on our own selfish concerns. My family is no exception to that, as sometimes we seem to get tunnel vision and only see what's in our own best interests. Sometimes we have to step back and look at the broader picture, knowing there are others in this world who are worse off than we are and that their concerns are not high on very many peoples' priority lists. That's the trouble with special interest groups, who tend to advance their own goals ahead of the greater good, many times even worsening the situation for those who are in need the most relief. Can a tragedy like this cause us to rise above all of this? I doubt it, but I will take a wait-and-see approach for now. * * * * * * * * 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.