The Castaway Hotel
Book 1
By:
B W
(© 2012 by the author)
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Chapter 10
Brotherly Assistance.
After we got home from church that Sunday, Ricky finally got up the nerve to have his discussion with Danny. He waited until Danny went up to his bedroom to change out of his good clothes and followed his brother in, shutting the door behind him.
“Danny, can we talk? I need to ask you some questions.” Ricky looked very nervous, but he had managed to get the words out.
“Sure, Ricky. What’s the matter?” Danny swallowed hard himself, thinking Ricky had figured out he was gay and needed to ask him about it. He looked closely at Ricky, and after seeing how nervous he was acting, Danny began to panic. He was considering his options, when Ricky spoke again.
“Danny, I’ve been thinking about what we did when dad caught us and… well… um… I’d like to do… some more. Do you think you might be willing to do some other things with me?” Suddenly, Danny felt relieved, as if a burden had been lifted from his soul. He smiled at Ricky, before he answered him.
“Ricky, I’d like that a lot. I really enjoyed what we did that night and I think about it all the time. I take it you liked it too?” He felt reasonably certain he already knew what Ricky’s answer was going to be, but he wanted to hear it for himself.
“Yeah, it was great,” Ricky responded, enthusiastically. “I really liked it.”
“So, you want to do more?” Danny inquired, to make sure he had heard correctly.
“Yeah, I really do,” Ricky confirmed, “if you want to.”
“Great,” Danny continued, his heart soaring. “What if I take your clothes off this time, and then you can help me get out of mine.”
“Okay,” Ricky responded, realizing he was already getting hard just thinking about what was going to happen. Carefully, Danny reached over and grasped Ricky’s shirt and slowly unbuttoned it, since they were both still wearing their church clothes. Once all the buttons were unfastened, he pulled it off Ricky’s shoulders and down his arms and then threw it on top of his dresser. Now that Ricky was naked from the waist up, Danny began to run his hands up and down Ricky’s smooth, hairless chest, so he could enjoy the feel of his soft, silky skin. Nervously, he rubbed his thumbs over Ricky’s pert, pink nubs, causing Ricky’s head to sway backward and his eyes to close, as he released an audible sigh.
Encouraged by Ricky’s response, Danny moved a little closer to his brother and began to rub his hand up and down Ricky’s back, pulling his brother tightly against himself. Once their chests were touching, Danny let his hands drop lower, until he was able to grab his little brother’s firm ass cheeks. Tenderly, he started massaging them with his fingers, kneading them as well as he could through the fabric. Both boys were panting in short, ragged breaths, as they not only enjoyed what was happening, but also looked forward to what would come next.
“Ricky, would you mind if I kissed you?” Danny asked, looking deeply into Ricky’s eyes.
“You mean on the lips?” Ricky countered, not sure exactly what Danny wanted.
“Yeah, on the lips,” Danny confirmed. “I learned about this way of kissing that’s supposed to be really hot. Would you let me try it with you?”
“Okay, but if I don’t like it, you’ll stop. Right?”
“Agreed.”
Danny pulled Ricky tightly to him, tilted his head slightly and let his lips cover his brother’s lips. Ricky had puckered up, like a little child does before kissing a parent, but Danny parted his own lips and stuck his tongue out to lick Ricky’s full, sweet, moist lips. When Ricky felt Danny’s tongue tracing the outline of his lips, he first stiffened, but then relaxed his mouth and let it began to open slightly. Danny used this opportunity to slip his tongue into Ricky’s mouth. He let his tongue roam the soft lining of Ricky’s oral cavity and flicked his tongue at Ricky’s own resting muscle. Now, their tongues were jousting, fighting for dominance, and the boys were learning the pleasures of their first deep kiss. Danny withdrew his tongue from Ricky’s mouth, but Ricky’s tongue followed it back into Danny’s own oral cavern. Danny grasped Ricky’s tongue between his lips and began sucking on the pink muscle.
After doing this for a while, Danny broke the kiss and lowered his head, so it was directly over Ricky’s pink, dime sized nipple. He let his tongue dart out to play with the nub and then he ran his lips over and around this sensitive area. Once he was in position over it, Danny began to suck on it, like a starving kitten.
“Don’t stop,” Ricky panted, “that feels good. Lick it some more and then suck on it again. Oh, yes. That’s it. Oh, yes, Danny, that’s nice, real nice. Do the other one, pleeeeeeeeeze.”
Ricky was getting into the action big time, and Danny was trying to push as many of his buttons as he could. Almost imperceptibly, Danny reached down and unzipped and unsnapped Ricky’s slacks, letting them fall towards the floor. Becoming aware of what had happened, Ricky kicked free of them and now stood clad only in his bikini briefs. Danny soon discovered Ricky’s erection was peeking out above the waistband, as Danny let his fingers trace all around Ricky’s rigid staff, while he continued to nurse on Ricky’s tender breasts.
While he was doing this, Danny gently pulled Ricky’s briefs down to mid thigh and then let them drop to the floor. Ricky eagerly stepped out of them as well and now stood completely naked, as Danny guided him back toward the bed. He positioned his brother on his back and reached down and cupped his ball sac, rubbing the surface of the skin and rolling the marble sized balls between his fingers.
“Make me shoot, Danny. Please, make me shoot,” the little blond whimpered.
Danny grasped the throbbing member in his hand and started to stroke it in a smooth, steady rhythm. Ricky was squirming and groaning from the effects of Danny’s loving touch. The older boy’s hand was stroking faster and faster, as he felt his partner’s release approaching, and he pumped with a vigor that left no doubt that his intention was to give his brother his desired release.
“Yes, yes, I’m almost there. Oh, Danny, make me shoot. Yeeeeesss. I’m cuuuuummming,” he screamed as a jet of semen lifted off from Ricky’s launch tube. Four or five spurts of boy juice shot from the helmet, not white creamy strands, but immature strings of a nearly clear liquid. Ricky’s body was stiff and arched above the bed, as Danny drained the last of the fluid from his dick. Finally, Ricky relaxed and let his butt fall back on the bed to rest. As soon as Ricky had recovered from this powerful release, Danny tossed him the towel he had used while getting ready for church, so he could wipe up the mess.
“Thanks, bro, that was really great. I’ve never felt it that strong before. My whole body shook and all of my muscles tightened. It was really awesome, man.”
Ricky remained lying on the bed for several more minutes, before he was ready to repeat the same steps on Danny. First, he removed Danny’s clothing as lovingly and tenderly as he could. The he rubbed up and down Danny’s smooth chest and back, before he lowered his head, so he could work on his nipples. Once he had completed his exploration of Danny’s upper body, Ricky reached down and gently wrapped his hand firmly around Danny’s penis, which sent shivers up and down Danny’s spine.
Ricky loved the feel of Danny’s longer dick in his hand and played with it freely. He found some drops of pre-cum on the head of Danny’s prick and instinctively used his thumb to spread it around. Moving down with his probing fingers, he worked Danny’s gonads around in their sac, before grasping Danny’s flagpole once again. Methodically, he moved his fist up and down Danny’s throbbing willy, until it exploded. As the thin ropes of ejaculate shot out of Danny’s miniature cannon, a collection of white globs accumulated and covered his chest from just below his chin down to his pubic patch. Ricky pulled back slightly, so he could admire his handiwork.
After Danny regained control of his senses, he cleaned up the mess he had just made with the same towel Ricky had used, before they both slid their briefs back up their legs, once again hiding their well-used genitalia. Quickly, they changed into jeans and t-shirts and got ready to head back downstairs. Before they did, however, Danny thought he needed to do something else, while they were still in the throes of afterglow and reeling from the sensations that had just recently swept through their young bodies. “Ricky, I need to tell you something,” Danny told him, in a soft, tentative voice.
“Sure, Danny. What is it?” Ricky wondered, suddenly confused by the way Danny was acting.
“I’ve got something to tell you, but I’m not sure how you’re going to take it,” Danny admitted, studying his brother. “I hope you don’t end up hating me, after I tell you some things about me.”
“Danny, I’d never hate you,” Ricky assured him. “You’re my brother now, and like Dad says, we might not like everything the other one does, but we’ll always love each other as family.”
“I hope you mean that,” Danny told him, while getting up his courage to continue. Finally, he decided he had to do it now, before he lost his initiative. “Ricky, what I have to tell you is… well… that… you know… ah… I’m gay.”
Ricky eyed Danny carefully, trying to understand. “Yeah, so what?” Ricky countered.
“It doesn’t bother you that I’m gay and we’ve been doing these things together?” Danny asked, amazed.
“Heck, no,” Ricky advised him. “It’s not like anything we’ve done is really straight, is it? But we’ve both enjoyed it, so it no big deal. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re gay. You’re my brother, so that’s all I care about now.”
Relieved and ecstatic, Danny hugged Ricky and kissed him again, but this time it was to thank him, not to arouse him. They were in a really good mood when they came back downstairs. When I saw Danny, I called him over to me, as there was something we needed to discuss also.
“Danny, I would like to speak to you, if I may?”
“Sure, Dad. What do you want?”
“I’m sure you realize your birthday will be here soon,” I informed him, “and I was wondering if you would like to have a party to celebrate it.”
“Yeah, that would be great,” Danny replied, his eyes sparkling at the thought.
“I was thinking besides Ricky and me, we’d ask Mrs. Swarthout to come too. Is there anyone else that you’d like to invite?”
“Could I invite some of my friends from where I used to live?” he asked, not sure if I’d allow him to do that.
“Of course,” I quickly agreed. “I’ll even drive up there to pick them up and then take them back later, so their parents won’t have to worry about transporting them.”
“That would be excellent,” Danny responded, greatly relieved and enthused. Suddenly, however, he appeared to become distracted and seemed to be thinking about something else. “Dad?” he finally continued.
“What, Danny?” He opened his mouth, as if he was planning to answer me, but then stopped. He looked across the room, to where Ricky was sitting, but he didn’t saying anything.
“Why don’t we step into the office,” I suggested, softly, “where you might be more at ease?” He nodded, so we went into the other room, shutting the door behind us. Once we were alone, Danny began.
“Dad, can I invite someone from school too?” he asked, looking very hopeful.
“It’s ‘may I’ and yes, you may,” I corrected him. “May I ask whom you’re thinking of?”
“Yep, it’s Brandon O’Hara,” Danny admitted, seemingly excited about the possibility of having Brandon at his party too.
“May I ask why you decided to invite him?” I asked, a little confused.
“I really like him and was hoping that maybe we could become good friends,” Danny explained, although I was able to read more from his words than he was willing to admit to.
“Does this include a sexual attraction?” I asked, bluntly, getting to the point.
Danny went flush with this question. “Maybe,” he admitted, hesitantly. “I was hoping he might like me in that way, too.”
“Do you realize there’s a rumor going around school that he is gay?” I pressed.
“Yes. That’s why I was hoping we might hit it off,” he explained.
“Did you also realize that, if you start hanging out with him,” I continued, “the rumor will probably expand to include you?”
“No, I didn’t think about that,” Danny admitted. “You don’t think I should ask him, then?”
“That’s not quite what I meant,” I corrected. “I just wondered if you were ready for the questions or the actions of the other students, if they began to believe you might be gay, too. I mean, you haven’t even been able to admit your gay to Ricky yet.”
“But I did,” he blurted out, “after we got home from church.” He seemed pleased to be able to admit that he had done this already, before the question of Brandon came up.
“And?” I prodded.
“Oh, he’s okay with it,” Danny said, quite blandly. “So, it’s not a problem with him, but I hadn’t thought about the other kids at school.”
“Well, you’d better be sure about what you’re getting into and what you can handle,” I told him, “before you get too close to Brandon. Danny, I’m not saying you shouldn’t or that there is anything wrong with Brandon. In fact, I feel that he’s a very nice young man, but you can’t be sure what he might say to others about what you two may do together or what others might suspect about your friendship.” Danny looked at me carefully, as he thought about my words.
“Danny, I think you’ve learned to trust me with your secret and now you’ve also included Ricky,” I continued, “but if you start having sexual contact with Brandon, you’ll have to be absolutely sure you can trust him with this information as well, unless you plan on letting everyone else know too. Even if you decide you can trust him, you’ll still have to determine how you want to handle the rumor mill and what might be said about you. You might get away with denying you’re gay, but I doubt that will work. You might even have to consider the possibility that you may have to fight to defend yourself or Brandon, somewhere down the road. Why don’t you take a couple of days to think about all of this, before you decide if you want to invite him to the party or if you want to initiate a sexual encounter with him some time later? There’s no rush in deciding about the sex, but don’t wait too long before you decide about inviting him to your party.”
“Thanks, Dad. I’ll let you know in a few days. Can I… err… May I e-mail my other friends to ask them if they can come?”
“Yes, you may,” I answered him, glad that he had corrected himself. “As you know, your birthday is on May 6th, which is a Wednesday, but I’d prefer to have the party on a Saturday instead. That means we could hold the party on May 2nd or May 9th. The choice is yours.”
“Let’s do it on May 9th,” he told me. “That’s really closer to my birthday, anyway.”
“Fine. You can tell them the party will be at 1:00, but I’ll pick them up around 12:15,” I advised him.
“Okay, Dad,” he agreed. “I’ll tell them to meet in front of our old school and that’s where we’ll pick them up. I think that’s best, cuz some of them live way out in the country.”
“Great. Go ahead and do that,” I confirmed. “You can go sign on and give them all of the information.”
While Danny was on the computer, I went into the other room to tell Ricky about the party. “Ricky, Danny’s birthday is coming up and I’m going to throw him a party on May 9th. That’s a Saturday. He’s going to invite some of his old friends to come too. You’ll need to think about what present you’ll want to get him.”
“When’s his birthday really? Is it the 9th?” Ricky asked me. “And how am I going to be able to buy him a present? I don’t have any money.”
“No, his birthday is actually on May 6th,” I corrected him, “and I’ll give you the money. I just want you to pick out the gift for him yourself.”
“Oh, all right, Dad,” Ricky agreed. “I’ll start thinking about what I want to get him then. Oh, by the way, you remember my birthday is July 7th, right?” he added, flashing me his most innocent grin.
“Yes, Ricky, I remember,” I told him. “How in the world could I ever forget that?” Reacting to the sarcasm in my tone, Ricky flashed me his ‘quit pulling my leg’ look and went back to what he was doing. Later that night, I overheard Ricky pumping Danny for information.
“Danny, I know you like sports,” Ricky began. “Are you going to sign up for any teams this summer or next year at school?”
“I want to play baseball this summer,” Danny answered, “but my old glove’s kind of small for me now, so I might not be able to. I think I want to play soccer, basketball and lacrosse at school, though, if I can. I’ll be a freshman next year, so I’ll have to try out for the junior varsity teams.”
“Good, I want to watch you play,” Ricky countered, trying to deepen his deception. “I think it will be fun having a brother on the team.”
“How about you, Ricky?” Danny countered. “Are you going to play any sports?”
“Nah, I’m not that good,” Ricky admitted. “I like to watch, though.”
“What if I help you learn?” Danny asked him. “We could practice at home and I’ll help you get better. If I did that, would you think about joining then?”
“Yeah, I guess I might,” Ricky conceded, “if I got good enough that anyone would want me on the team.” Ricky looked seriously at Danny, trying to judge his sincerity. “You’d really be willing to help me get better?”
“I just told you I would, didn’t I?” Danny responded, a little annoyed. “Don’t you believe me?”
“Yes, I believe you,” Ricky told him. “I was just giving you a chance to change your mind, once you found out I wasn’t very good. I guess I like just about any sport, but I think it would be fun if I could play the same ones you did.”
“Awesome,” Danny replied, somewhat honored that Ricky would want to do that. “Okay, starting tomorrow I’ll work with you on baseball. My old glove will be perfect for you.”
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” I said, as I broke into their conversation, “and I didn’t mean to eavesdrop either, but I have an old glove, some bats, and baseballs in the basement. They used to belong to my older son, but I could dig them out and you could use them, if you want.”
“That would be great and we don’t mind if you listen to what we talk about, Dad,” Danny told me. “I was just planning on using a whiffle ball set I found in the rec room, but that wouldn’t really work as well, so having some real equipment would be better. Thanks, Dad. You always seem to come up with the things we really need.”
“Yes, thanks, Dad,” Ricky added, while giving me a wink, but he also managed to keep his face positioned so Danny wouldn’t notice his signal. “I know Danny is good at sports, so it’s going to be great that he’s helping me.” Needless to say, I already had a pretty good idea about what Ricky wanted to buy Danny for his birthday.
I went and got those things for the boys and then they went outside to practice. I didn’t go with them, instead preferring to peek through the window to see how they were doing. Just as they were at the pool, Danny was the patient teacher and Ricky the eager student, trying his hardest to please and impress his mentor.
To be continued...
Posted: 06/15/12