Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2004 10:20:57 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 7, chapter 14 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 Emoe57 for his editorial assistance with this chapter, and Art, the real Vinnie and John for their additional input on each chapter. 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 7-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2004 by billwstories Chapter 14 - It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. January 2004 We were now officially in the Christmas season and things always get very hectic for me at this time of year. Not only are there the typical family commitments and church events, but there are also an increased number of school functions and parties, which put an additional strain on my schedule. Even though sometimes it seems as if I wouldn't be able to survive all these demands on my time, this has always been my favorite holiday, so I can't say I was disappointed that it was now here. The first thing we did was to put up our Christmas tree and decorate the house. The boys always loved to help with this, so we usually made a big deal of it, getting everything done the weekend after Thanksgiving. We put up an artificial tree, so we wouldn't have to worry about it drying out and catching fire, and the boys helped to put it together. Once that was done, we put on the lights next and then added all the bulbs and other decorations. This year I let Andrew put the angel on top of the tree, helping him climb our stepstool so he could reach it. It didn't seem to bother him that he had to use the stepstool, as the rest of us always utilized it when we put the angel up too, though we didn't have to climb up so many steps to accomplish the task. However, Andrew was thrilled that he got that job this year, as I usually assigned that task to one of the older or taller boys. Once we were finished with it, the tree looked fantastic and everyone was pleased with how it turned out. Now, we could focus our attention to the outside of the house, putting up the outdoor lights and additional items. The lights took time, but putting them up actually went quite smoothly. We ran strings of outdoor bulbs along the roofline, and then around the porch, several windows, and the door. Then we put up a few lawn decorations, which included a Santa, a snowman, and our illuminated nativity. Once everything was in place, we were satisfied with how it looked, but there was an added benefit to it too. Decorating like this helped to put us in the Christmas spirit and everyone was in a joyous mood by the time we finished and saw the results. Nick's parents called me that same weekend, explaining that they were going to fly to Brazil for two weeks over the holidays, so they could spend some time with their son. They would be leaving a few days before Christmas and would be gone until just after the New Year, and they thought I should know. They told me they were also going to do some traveling with Nick, so they could all see more of the country together, and they'd let me know how things went, once they got back. I asked them if I could send them a package to take to Nick, and they said they'd be happy to deliver it for me, so I got a few things together, including a couple of small Christmas gifts for Nick, so they could carry it to him. I'd heard stories about how employees in foreign postal locations go through mail and packages, taking what they want, especially over the holidays, so I felt this was the safest way to make sure he got what I sent him. I shipped the package to Lawrence's home, so it would arrive in plenty of time before they left, knowing Nick would appreciate the items I included in the package. The following Monday, Frankie also heard back from the recruiter, who let him know that he'd be leaving for Basic Training at the end of March. Frankie thought that wasn't bad, as winter would technically be over by then, so maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he first expected. Seeing he'd be training there for four months, he'd be in Missouri until late July, so the weather should be fine most of the time. He was told he would only be allowed to bring two sets of civilian clothes with him, not counting what he'd wear when he left, and they suggested he make sure one of those sets was for cooler weather. Frankie seemed really excited about this, knowing everything was set, and he would get into the field he wanted and gain some experience, which would make it easier for him to find a job in civilian life, once he got out. He even brought one of his friends home, who had been applying for some of the same jobs he had been submitting resumes to, so he could show him the information online and explain everything to him. As he described his reasons about why he decided to join the service, his friend seemed quite impressed, not only with the opportunity, but also with all the research Frankie had done. Before the young man left, he told Frankie he was going to go talk to the recruiter the next day, to see what his chances were for doing the same thing. If it worked out, he told Frankie they'd be doing this together, which made Frankie even more excited. He liked the idea of one of his friends joining him, so he'd have a partner in crime...well, crime investigation, so he was encouraging his friend to do just that. In fact, he told the young man he'd go to the recruiter's office with him, so he could make sure they'd be going at exactly the same time. Once that had been agreed to, his friend went home, almost as excited as Frank. A few days later, something else came up. It all began with a phone call from a Ted Beckham, but I wasn't home at the time. I didn't recognize the name when I read the message and wondered what this might be about. The boy who answered the phone said the caller sounded like he might be a teen or possibly in his twenties, but that didn't help me at all either. I still had no idea who he might be, but I called the number he left, to see what he wanted. "Hello." "Hello, may I speak with Ted Beckham, please." "You are," he replied, rather crudely. "Who's this?" "Josh Currie. You called me earlier and left a message for me to get in touch with you." "Oh, hi, Mr. Currie. My aunt told me to call you." This information didn't help me at all either. "I'm sorry, young man, but I think you'll have to explain this a little better for me to understand. Who is your aunt and where do I know her from?" "Oh, yeah. Well, I'm not sure if you'd remember her name, but she was a nurse who took care of your son, Cody. I'm really sorry about what happened to him." It all began to make sense now. This was the nephew of the nurse who had been so good to Cody and Graham, and who had the gay nephew. I told her to have him contact me, if there was anything the boys or I could do to help, so now he was taking me up on my offer. "Certainly, Ted, and I'm sorry I didn't realize who you were sooner." "How could you?" he wondered, sounding like I was nuts for even suggesting otherwise. "We've never met and I don't think my aunt told you my name, at least she said she didn't think she did." "Thank you for being so understanding. So, what may I do for you?" There was a slight hesitation on the other end on the line, before he cleared his throat and began to speak. "My aunt told me you have some sons who...well, who aren't...you know, straight, and that maybe they could help me, cuz I'm kinda...not straight either." He seemed uncomfortable using the precise terms for what he was, or for describing my boys sexual orientation, so I could see this wasn't going to be easy. I felt the first thing to do was to clearly define what we were talking about. "Yes, some of my boys are gay, and others are bi-sexual, but I do have some sons who are heterosexual as well. We're all very open and accepting, and we do use correct terminology for such things, so what would you like us to do to help?" Again, there was no immediate response from the other end of the phone, but I knew he was most likely wrestling with what he should say next. After many uncomfortable moments of silence, he finally spoke again. "Ah, well, I'm not sure. My mom and dad don't like what I am and they're really on my case. Dad says I'm doing this just to piss him off, but I'm not. I'm not sure I want to like boys either, but I just do. I can't help it." He almost sounded as if he were ready to cry at this point. "I certainly understand that. Would you like me to call your father and talk to him about that." "No!" he screamed. "He'd be furious if you called and let him know I told you what was going on. He doesn't want anyone else to know that his son is...you know, one of those." Again, he wasn't willing to use the term, and I take it that was because his father would say things without being able to articulate exactly what he meant, so I just let it go. "I won't if you don't want me to," I assured him, "but what WOULD you like for me to do?" "My aunt said you told her that maybe I could come meet some of your sons sometime. I've really never met anyone like me before and I thought that might help. I've seen a few on TV and such, but I've never met any in person, and I thought it might help if I did." "Sure, that would be fine, and I know the boys wouldn't mind. How old are you?" "I just turned seventeen last month." "I have boys from thirteen to twenty, so you'll fit right in. When would you like to do this?" "My aunt suggested maybe after Christmas, while I'm on vacation. She said she'd arrange for the trip and get my parents okay to do it. She told me it would be part of my Christmas present from her and she'd work out the details and transportation, if that time would be good for you." "Yes, that would be fine. All the boys will be home then and things at work will be slow, so that would be just perfect. Would you like me to talk to your aunt and work out the details?" "Let me talk to her first, so she can talk to my mom and dad and get it okayed first. I'll call you when I'm sure I can come, if I can. I'm not so sure my dad will let me visit, especially if he knows I'll be with boys who are, well, light in the loafers, as my father calls them." I found that term interesting, and I hadn't heard it used in years, but now I was beginning to understand why this boy was having such a difficult time telling me his situation. "Okay, you let me know as soon as you can, and I hope we all get to meet you in person soon." "Thanks, Mr. Currie. You sound really nice, just like my aunt said you were." "Thank you, Ted, and I hope the two of you can work everything out, so you can come visit." After we hung up, I told the boys about the phone call, and right away Sammy and Graham wanted to know what the boy looked like. I explained that I hadn't seen him or asked that information of him, so I had no way of knowing how he appeared, but this didn't seem to discourage their interest. I had a feeling those two might end up fighting over his attention during his visit, if his parents let him come stay with us for a while. Over the next few days, we began rushing around to various Christmas concerts, Christmas parties, and trying to get in a little Christmas shopping, making things extremely hectic for us. I heard from Albert during this time and he told me Arlene's care was to begin the following Monday, which seemed to please him. He told me that would take a big load off his mind, just knowing that someone would be there to watch over her. Even though they weren't exactly medical professionals, they would be able to do things for her, make sure she didn't do anything she wasn't supposed to do, and would also relieve Albert's concerns that she might wander off again. That was all that was needed for now, and it would give Albert and Richard some peace of mind knowing she was being taken care of. It wasn't long before I received another phone call, which also proved quite interesting. "Hello, Mr. Currie?" "Yes, this is he." "Hi, it's Ted Beckham again." "Oh, hi, Ted. I apologize that I didn't know who it was, from your voice." "Nah, that's okay. I wouldn't expect you to recognize it yet." "Thanks for being so understanding. What may I do for you, Ted?" "Well, my Aunt Jane talked my parents into letting me come visit you, if that's still alright with you?" He sounded nervous and concerned that I might have changed my mind. "Absolutely," I reassured him. "When would you like to come?" I heard a rush of air against the receiver and I knew he had just breathed a sigh of relief. "Dad said I could leave the day after Christmas, and when I come back will be up to you. He said I can come back as late as the Saturday after New Year's, but it's your choice as to how long you will allow me to stay." "As far as I'm concerned, the Saturday after New Year's will be more than all right with me, and I'm sure the boys will be glad to hear that too." "They know I'm coming?" He sounded excited. "Of course they do, and two of the boys seem especially interested in your visit. Would you like to speak with them, so you can get to know them better?" "Yeah, that would be cool!" he bubbled. I called Sammy and Graham to the phone, giving it to the first one who arrived. I also warned them to share the time and not to fight, and after glaring each other, they finally agreed. I left them alone, because I wanted them to get to know their new friend better, and I didn't think they could do that with me listening in. I hoped that by getting to know these two before he arrived, Ted would feel more comfortable while he was with us. The boys talked for a long time and I could tell both of mine were developing a connection with Ted, possibly even a crush on him. Seeing what was happening, I began to realize this might be the beginning of a love triangle. However, I doubted it would go that far, seeing Ted didn't live locally and they'd only be together for a very limited amount of time. However, with them hitting it off so quickly and so well, I knew it would make Ted feel more at home during his stay. Christmas was almost here now, and we still had a few more concerts and plays to attend, but there was also some last minute shopping to be done. The shopping was mostly at the boys' behest, as they needed to pick up a few last minute items. I had all my gifts purchased by the middle of the month, so I didn't need to go with them, but Jake and I did have some grocery shopping to complete, as we still needed to pick up various foods for the Christmas Eve and Christmas day meals. We had decided to do both of these meals at home this year, rather than going to a restaurant for Christmas Eve dinner, as we were worried about how Arlene would respond out in public. If she were having a good day, everything would be fine, but if she wasn't, then we'd all be concerned about what might happen. By having both meals at home, we'd have more control over the situation and we wouldn't have to worry about Albert and Richard dealing with one of her outbursts in front of a bunch of strangers, who might not understand her actions were due to her illness. As Christmas Eve arrived, we finished our final dinner preparations, so all we had to do now was wait for our guests to arrive. Once they started coming in, things really began to get festive, as everyone began to dip into the Christmas cheer. We were having drinks, mostly eggnog, and chatting, while we waited for the final few guests to arrive, so we could sit down to eat. When Albert, Arlene, and Richard showed up, it meant everyone had finally made it. The first thing I noticed was that Arlene seemed to be doing well tonight, as she said hello to several of us and she seemed to know where she was and that it was Christmas. However, Albert looked tired and worn out, which concerned me greatly. Immediately, I had to find out what was wrong. "Albert, you look as if you haven't sleep for days," I told him. "What's the matter?" He looked at me for a few moments before he acknowledged my comment, but all he did was hang his head and not speak. Richard did that for him, though I don't think Albert was happy with what he told me. "Dad HASN'T slept much," Richard said defiantly, glaring at his father. "He spends most nights awake, keeping an eye on mom." Albert gave his son a very stern look, almost as if he was threatening Richard against giving away family secrets, but Arlene broke his concentration. "He doesn't have to watch over me, dear," she told Richard, confused as to why he would say something like that. "Why in the world would you think he was staying up watching me?" She seemed confused, and Richard seemed embarrassed that he had to say this in front of her, especially when she was lucid. However, once he dealt with his embarrassment, he turned back to me. "He fired the overnight person," Richard continued, "because he said we didn't need them, but now he's up almost all night long, worrying about what might happen." Albert was really glaring at his son now, upset that Richard didn't respond to his nonverbal warning, but Richard wasn't about to be intimidated at this point. "Is that true, Albert?" I asked. "We didn't need someone to sit up while we were sleeping," he said, adamantly. "We didn't need to waste money for a person to stay downstairs trying to entertain themselves all night long." "Obviously, we do," I corrected him, "or otherwise you wouldn't be awake all night, doing the job they were hired to do." "But I don't stay awake all night," he protested. "Then why do you look so haggard and worn out?" I challenged him. "Well, I might not allow myself to sleep as deeply now, as I used to," he admitted, "but I do sleep. I don't just sit up all evening." "Albert, there was no need to get rid of the overnight person just to save money. That was all taken care of and it wasn't an issue. I'm going to call and see how soon I can get that shift reestablished." I saw he was about to protest, but I stopped him short. "No arguments on this. Richard needs you, and you're not going to be any good to him if you're as worn out as you look now. What will you do when spring and summer comes, and your workload on the farm increases? You won't be able to do all that hard work, looking like you do know." He was going to argue the point, but then he stopped, but I wasn't sure if it was because he finally agreed with me or he just didn't want to start an argument on Christmas Eve. Regardless of his reasoning, I took it one step further. "Albert, just consider it our Christmas gift to your family. We want to do this for you, to give you peace of mind and allow you to survive, without having to sacrifice your sleep or health. Will you please accept our gift this time?" I had backed him into a corner now, so he meekly looked up at me and then gave a slight nod. "Okay, you win," he told me, "and I really appreciate this. I guess I didn't realize how tough it would be on me, once I got rid of that person. I wanted to save you the money, but you're right, it is becoming more than I can handle. I will pay you back someday though," he promised, and I knew it was his pride speaking for him again, as he didn't like to accept anything he couldn't pay for himself. "Whatever, my friend," I assured him, "but let me do what I can to help, at least until things get a little better for you." Albert reached out and grasped my hand at that point, shaking it firmly, showing me the sincerity of his appreciation. "I'm not sure how long it will take to get someone back in the home," I advised him, "so if you want, the boys and I will help out until that happens." "No, Josh. It's my fault, so I'll cover until you can get the aide back with us, but I do appreciate your offer." "Come on, Albert. Will you quit being so stubborn? Just let us do this for you. It shouldn't be for that long. It's just that I won't even be able to get a hold of anyone until the day after Christmas." "Josh, we'll be fine. I can last until they come back." I didn't believe this, but I didn't want to continue arguing with him on this festive day. Instead, I decided I'd approach him about it again before he went home or tomorrow, but for now we'd just enjoy the day. The rest of the evening went well and we had a very enjoyable dinner. The discussion that accompanied the meal was just as wonderful and the time passed quickly. The only negative thing that happened throughout the entire evening was Arlene's occasional lapses in reality, but they didn't seem to last long, so no one was greatly affected by it. Before we knew it, it was getting late, and everyone realized it was time to be going home and getting to bed. Normally, we would have exchanged gifts with the extended family at this point, but because everyone was returning for Christmas dinner tomorrow, we decided to wait and open our gifts at that time. Therefore, we all said our farewells and everyone headed home, ready to rest up for the big day tomorrow. After everyone was gone, the boys helped clean up before they headed up to bed, even though some of them were disappointed that they hadn't been able to open any presents tonight. I knew some of them would be exchanging their personal gifts before they went to sleep, especially my committed partners, so they wouldn't all go to bed unhappy. From what I learned later, it was more than just my couples who had some fun, as some of the other boys were quite agreeable to spreading a little good will and good feelings to their fellow man. Although Danny, Brandon, Trey, Dion, Kevin and Vinnie stayed with their own boyfriends and enjoyed a night of unbridled passion, I also heard that Andrew and Graham got together, as did Cole and Sammy. However, my biggest surprise came when I learned that Ricky and Pat had hooked up for some fun as well, because as of late, both of them had shown more of an attraction to females than anyone else. I guess, possibly, they had gotten horny enough that it didn't matter at this point, or they just wanted to give their brother a little special attention and enjoyment. Then again, maybe they were just so desperate to get their rocks off that they didn't care who helped them. Whatever the reason, they all had a little extra fun. I was actually somewhat happy to hear that Andrew had gotten in on the action, as his recent concerns with his delayed puberty had created other problems for him. Sometimes he refused to do things with the others, possibly just to prove to himself that he still was a baby or just because it bothered him that he wasn't as developed as the others. Regardless of his reasoning, tonight he ended that drought and got together with Graham, and I heard that things went very well. Even though Graham was sixteen and Andrew was only thirteen, they were still close, and had been for quite some time. In fact, Graham had been Andrew's first sexual partner, even if that fact had bothered Sammy at the time. Graham and Andrew were also both uncut, which gave them another bond, and they'd always enjoyed each other's company. It also didn't bother Graham that Andrew hadn't reached puberty yet and still had a boy-sized penis, and knowing that helped Andrew feel more comfortable when they were together. So tonight that pair shared Andrew's room, while Sammy went to Cole's room for the evening. Once Graham and Andrew were alone, they just sat and talked for a while. "You know, I was hurt when you got close to Cody, instead of me," Andrew told Graham. This caused Graham's mouth dropped open, because he just hadn't suspected this. "Really? I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't," Graham apologized. "I'm very sorry about that." "Thanks, and I know better now," Andrew explained, "but then I thought it was because you didn't think I was old enough for you. I thought it was because I had such a little dick and no hair or anything." "That's ridiculous. It was just that Cody and I got close, and well...when he got sick I just had to be with him all the time. There was nothing wrong with you, but I did love Cody and thought I could help him deal with what he was going to." "That's okay. I understand now. I don't feel bad any more." To make sure things were better now; Graham gave Andrew a huge hug and kissed him passionately. This brought a rather large smile to Andrew's face, once they moved apart, and he realized that maybe he had overreacted before. After that, Andrew went on to explain how he felt about not being as physically developed as everyone else. Graham felt it important that he assuage Andrew's concerns now, not just by telling him, but also by showing him. He began by pushing Andrew back and slowly undressing him, taking charge of the situation. Andrew wasn't sure what to expect, but soon Graham had him lying naked on the bed, and he began to stroke his body and tell him how wonderful it was. Andrew thought he was just being nice, but soon he saw that Graham was having as much fun at this as he was, so he just leaned back and enjoyed what his partner was doing. Graham bent lower now, and began to kiss and lick all the various parts of Andrew's body, taking special care when he reached his genitals, and soon Andrew's little boy mast was standing tall and proud. He didn't seem to care it was so small just then, because his pleasure was intense as Graham ran his tongue all around it, pulled the foreskin back and forth, and sent Andrew squirming around on the bed. Andrew's slender hips were bouncing up and down off the mattress, as Graham took his penis between his lips and began to let it slide in and out of his mouth. Andrew was in overdrive now, seeking the pleasure that only sexual release could give him. Soon his body began to tremble, as a dry orgasm overwhelmed him. Once he recovered, he thanked Graham for what he had done, letting him know he wanted to return the favor, but not in the same way. "Graham, I want you to stick yours inside me tonight," he announced, causing a little panic to register on Graham's face. "Are you sure?" he asked, concerned that this wasn't the time yet. "Yes, I'm not a baby any more," he assured him. "Dad said so." "Okay, but let me go get some things then, to make sure you're ready." Andrew thought that Graham was merely going to get a condom and some lube, but instead he ran downstairs to make sure this was okay with me. He knew that I was protective of Andrew, so he wouldn't do this without my expressed approval. After knocking on my door and getting my attention, he told me what bothered him. "Dad, Andrew wants to try anal tonight. He wants me to do it to him." I thought this over for a few seconds, realizing a refusal would probably send Andrew into another bout of depression over his lagging level of physical maturity. I had a decision to make, and quickly, so I looked at Graham and discussed it with him. "Look, this will have to be your choice, but let me tell you what I'd do, if I were in your shoes. I'm not sure Andrew would take rejection well, so why don't you grab some of the dildos out of the bathroom, the smaller ones, up to one you think is about the same size as you. If he can handle those all right, then I guess it would be okay. If not, maybe he'll change his mind and take you off the hook." "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Graham asked me, still looking concerned. "It's not me who has to be okay with this," I told him, "but you and Andrew, and he seems more than willing, from what you've said." "Okay, I'll try that then," Graham told me. "Are you okay with this," I asked him, trying to make certain he wasn't having any doubts about his role in the matter. "Oh, I'm fine with it. I've wanted to do this with Andrew for ages, but I thought he wasn't ready for it yet. I'm still not sure, because he is pretty small." "Yes, but using the dildos should determine if he can handle it," I told him. "If you're okay with it and he takes the dildos all right, then I don't see any reason he can't have what he wants, as long as you don't object." "No, I don't," he assured me. "Okay, then. By the way, where does he think you are right now?" "I told him I needed to go get a few things," Graham admitted. "Then go get them and get back to the room," I warned him, "before he comes looking for you. I don't think he'd appreciate finding you here talking to me about this." Graham nodded and took off, returning to Andrew's room, but not before picking up the needed items along the way. Andrew did ask him what took him so long, and Graham made up some excuse about one of the others having one of the dildos he wanted, so he had to go around, from room to room, until he located it. Satisfied with that response, Andrew waited as Graham got him ready. Graham began by lubing up his finger and putting extra lube around Andrew rectum, so he could spread it inside his anal cavity. Andrew took his finger easily, so Graham moved on to two, and again Andrew had no problem accepting them. Now, Graham took the smallest dildo, lubed it up, and slowly inserted it into Andrew's love canal. "I've done this to myself," Andrew announced, answering Graham's unasked question about why this seemed to be going so smoothly. "I've used all the ones you have now, trying to get ready for doing this with you." Graham smiled, realizing his little friend must have been planning this moment for quite some time, making him want to please him even more. After pushing the dildo in and pulling it out several times, he switched to the next larger one, but soon he moved on to the one that was the same size as him, the final step before the real thing. Seeing Andrew had little difficulty in taking this, Graham decided it was all he could do to prepare him for what he actually wanted. He looked at Andrew, to see if he was still intent on losing his virginity, and he could read the eagerness on his young partner's face. Hurriedly, he got undressed. "Okay, let's do this next. I'll lay back on the bed, and you can squat over me and lower yourself onto my dick, so you can take it as slowly as you want or even stop, if it hurts." Andrew grinned and pushed Graham backward, not giving him time to back out, and immediately he began to suck on Graham's dick, to make sure it was fully hard. When Graham pulled him off, for fear he'd shoot from the oral stimulation, he put on a condom and added some lube, ready to do the deed. Once this was accomplished, Andrew quickly positioned himself above Graham's waist, before he began to lower himself downward. Eagerly, he guided Graham's penis toward his opening, and then sat down on it faster than Graham thought he should. Seeing he didn't seem to have any trouble doing this, Graham suspected Andrew had been using the even larger dildos for practice, for now the boy was sitting on his pubic region. "Are you okay?" Graham asked him, concerned that he might have tried to do too much too quickly, but Andrew merely nodded and grinned. To him, this was just another verification that he was no longer a baby, and now he began to bounce up and down on Graham's cock. The tight, warm fit soon sent Graham reeling, as he enjoyed the lustful pleasure this action sent through his body. Andrew seemed to be enjoying it just as much, even if it was probably more a psychological thrill he got from doing what he considered an adult activity, rather than from the physical pleasure he might be receiving from this coupling. The quick pace Andrew was using, in combination with his tight opening, soon had Graham moaning and reaching his climax. Even though he wished it would have lasted a bit longer, and he tried to prolong his orgasm as long as he could, there was only so much he could do or take. Soon, Andrew brought him to the point of no return and Graham arched his back, grabbed Andrew by the hips and held him steady, as he slammed his penis into him one final time. At this point, his juices exploded out of his dick and filled the tip of the condom with his semen, making Graham see stars. Realizing what happened, Andrew was totally ecstatic, thinking he was now one step closer to being a man. With Graham's penis still inside him, he leaned forward and began kissing his partner and thanking him for what they had just done. "Thank you for doing that with me, Graham," he gushed. "Did I do it okay?" He obviously needed a little reassurance that he performed satisfactorily. "Oh, yes," Graham gasped out. "You did it super." This made Andrew beam even more, and he wiggled on Graham's cock, trying to bring it back to life. Even though that wasn't going to happen soon, he wanted to keep it inside of him for as long as he could, and Graham wasn't about to complain. However, the physiology wasn't cooperating, and Graham's penis continued to wilt and soon it plopped out of Andrew's anus. Seeing that meant his first time was officially over, Andrew snuggled up beside Graham, after Graham disposed of the condom and cleaned up a bit. Andrew hugged and kissed Graham, in appreciation for what they had just done, and then he let his body meld into the older boy's torso, until they both fell asleep. Truly, this was the Christmas present Andrew wanted, and maybe now we could get past all that nonsense about his still being a little boy. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at 'BW's Rainbow Youth Connection,' at http://bwsryc.gayauthors.org/ You can also locate my stories by clicking on the Nifty author link and scrolling down to "BW". This will give you the links for everything I have posted there. I also love to hear from my readers and get their reaction to my stories. 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