The Castaway Hotel
Book 2

By: B W
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 31
Brave New World.
 

Saturday evening, there was another breakthrough, of sorts.  It came when Trey had asked Dion to join him again for their nightly shower.  Dion agreed and the boys were using the upstairs bathroom to clean up.  While they were in the shower, Trey started the ball rolling.

 

“Dion, do you ever jerk off?” he asked, surprising his shower mate.  Being caught off guard, Dion was barely able to stammer his response. 

 

“You mean… like… play with myself?” he finally gasped out. 

 

“Yeah, that’s another way of putting it,” Trey confirmed.  “Well, do you ever do it?”

 

“No.  My grandma told me I’d hurt myself if I did that,” Dion responded, never having questioned his grandmother on that point.  “She told me to leave it alone, until I was older.”

 

“Grown-ups sometimes say things like that, but it isn’t true,” Trey announced.  “My brothers and I do it all of the time and it feels great.  Do you want to try it?”

 

“I don’t know,” Dion hesitated.  “It will still feel wrong for me to touch myself like that.  I mean… I’ve always believed what my grandma told me.”

 

“What if I did it for you?  Would that make you feel better about it?” Trey asked, hopefully, while at the same time realizing his effort might not work. 

 

“I don’t know.  It just seems wrong somehow,” Dion told him. 

 

“Look, if I do it for you, it will give you a chance to see how you feel about it,” Trey almost pleaded, in an effort to get him to change his mind.  “If you like it, you can return the favor by doing it to me.  What do you say?”

 

“You really think it’s okay?” Dion asked, giving Trey the first glimmer that this might work after all.  “I know you say you guys do it all the time and it feels good, but I’m still… well, I’m not sure.”

 

“Look, you just stand there and I’ll do all of the work,” Trey explained.  “You just lean back and enjoy.  All right?”  Dion hesitated briefly, before he responded. 

 

“Yeah, okay.  I’ll try it once,” he confirmed, so Trey moved in quickly, so Dion didn’t have time to change his mind. 

 

Dion leaned back against the shower wall, as Trey started to massage the large piece of meat that dangled between his legs and the loose nut sac that hung beneath it.  Dion started to moan almost immediately, as his rod filled with blood and rose to its full length, just about seven inches.  Damn, and the kid was only twelve! 

 

Trey was in awe as it continued to grow, but he still managed to wrap his hand around it and began pumping it, as soon as Dion was totally hard.  He looked at Dion’s face and could tell he was in heaven and enjoying every second of this new thrill.  Dion’s eyes were glazed over and rolled back in his head, his breathing was rapid and shallow, and he was making noises that sounded like purring, as he encountered this new sensation for the first time. 

 

Since this was his first masturbatory experience, Dion was overwhelmed by all of the powerful, tingling sensations that were coursing through his body.  This rapidly brought him to the pinnacle of release, which caused him to groan, just as his body stiffened and he sprayed his first load of boy-cream all over the place.  That included coating himself, Trey and the shower.  He was panting heavily, as if he had just finished soaring with the eagles, and his legs suddenly became rubbery.  He continued to lean against the shower wall, until he regained his strength and his orgasmic afterglow began to fade.  Once he had recovered, he looked up at Trey and flashed a huge grin.

 

“Damn, if I had known it would feel like that, I would have been slapping that thing silly all of the time,” Dion admitted.  “No wonder my grandma wanted to discourage me from doing it.  She must have known that once I started I would never want to stop.  She would have been right.  That was so cool that I want to do it again, okay?”

 

“Well, it will take you a few minutes to recover,” Trey explained.  “We could try it again in a little while, if you still want to.”  Dion looked a little disappointed.  “Would you like to do that to me now?” Trey offered, more for himself than for his partner.  However, it brought Dion out of his funk. 

 

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed, “but I have to ask you something first, though.  Okay?”

 

“Sure, anything,” Trey told him. 

 

“I wanted to ask you before, but I was scared that I’d hurt your feelings,” he admitted.  “But now I think it will be okay.  I just wanted to know why your dick looks so funny?  Do you have some kind of disease or something?”

 

Trey let out a little laugh.  “No, Dion.  I take it that you’ve never seen an uncircumcised prick before.  Yours looked like this too, when you were born, except your parents had the doctor cut off the extra piece of skin that I still have.  If I pull my foreskin back, my dick will look just like yours, except not quite as long.”  The boys looked up at each other and grinned.  Dion was proud that Trey had acknowledged that his penis was bigger.  Trey reached down and pulled his foreskin back, exposed his shiny helmet, and showed it to Dion.  Dion was fascinated.

 

“It does look the same,” he exclaimed, “‘cept it looks like it’s wearing a turtleneck!”

 

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way to put it,” Trey chuckled.  “You can check it out for yourself, if you’d like, and then you can make me shoot my load.  What do you say?”

 

“I’d say that sounds like fun,” Dion agreed. 

 

Dion didn’t even hesitate, as he reached out and grabbed Trey’s uncut pole.  It was on its way to growing to its full six inches, but Dion couldn’t wait for it to finish.  Eagerly, he pulled the foreskin back and forth several times, fascinated with how it worked, and then he began to seriously stroke it up and down.  Trey was watching Dion’s reaction as he played with his boyhood, noting his curious expressions and the glow of discovery he radiated, as he continued to stroke his plump sausage.  Dion was so caught up in the moment that he was stroking it very rapidly, like a piston in a speeding automobile.  This was bringing Trey quickly to the peak and soon his engorged dick exploded, sending the contents of his testicles flying everywhere.  Dion continued to pump on his rod until Trey reached down and stopped him, as his glans became overly sensitive from the attention.  As soon as he had recovered, Trey gave Dion a hug and thanked him for the great job.  Dion just smiled and said he had enjoyed it too.  Then Dion asked Trey if he would do him a second time.

 

“Oh, God!” Trey exclaimed.  “I’ve created a nympho.”

 

“What’s that?” Dion wanted to know.

 

“A nympho is short for nymphomaniac.  That’s somebody who can’t get enough sex.”

 

Dion smiled at Trey.  “Yep, I guess you’re right.  You have created a nympho.  Now, will you do it for me again?”

 

“Yeah, sure,” Trey giggled, as he reached out and started rubbing his hand over and around Dion’s sex organs again, trying to bring him back to a state of full arousal.  Surprisingly, it didn’t take very long before Dion was ready for round two.  Trey thought about giving him a blowjob this time, but he decided it might be too soon to suggest that.  Instead, he just kept stroking Dion’s long, slender erection. 

 

Dion’s mouth hung open and he was panting hard again, but this time he also started thrusting his hips to meet Trey’s hand movements.  Man, he was really getting into this for a novice.  Between their combined actions, Dion was rapidly approaching his second climax within a matter of minutes.  His hips were thrusting back and forth, like a rabbit in heat, and he was making more and more throaty noises, as he enjoyed all the electric currents that shot throughout his slender frame.  He was trembling from pleasure as Trey moved behind him, jerking him off with one hand and using his other hand to manipulate his balls.  Trey was also helping to hold Dion up, too, as his legs were beginning to grow weak again. 

 

Dion had now reached the point of no return and it looked as if rigor mortis was setting into his young body.  He stiffened, arched his back and released his second load of spunk, although it was not as thick, nor abundant as the first time.  Trey made sure he drained Dion’s cock before he released it and then cleaned up the evidence of their little tryst.  He also helped Dion get out of the shower, since he was still slightly weak kneed, turned off the water and began to dry Dion’s body with the towel.  About halfway through this, Dion regained his composure and awareness, suddenly embracing Trey in a very powerful hug. 

 

“Thanks, man.  I owe you for that one,” he confessed.  “That was super… really great.  I’m glad you talked me into doing that.”

 

“You’re welcome and thanks for doing it to me too,” Trey offered, sincerely.  “Remember, some of the others might be willing to do the same types of things with you, but no one does anything unless both people want to.  That’s why I made sure you really wanted to do it first.  Nobody cares what we do with each other, as long as no one is forced to do things.  Do you understand?”

 

“I sure do and I’m really glad Aunt Sally brought me here,” Dion replied, bubbling with delight.  “I like this place a lot, and I like everybody in it even more.” 

 

The boys finished up and came downstairs.  As soon as I saw them, I could tell from their satisfied expressions, the length of time they’d been gone and their red, tender looking cocks that they had been up to something.  Trey merely grinned in my direction, before he sat down next to Dion.

 

The following Saturday was Trey’s birthday and I had to get him out of the house, so the other boys could get ready for the party.  Seeing it was his first birthday since he came to live with us, the boys wanted this to be a surprise party for him.  I felt kind of cruel in helping them arrange it, since none of us could even acknowledge his upcoming birthday for fear of giving the surprise away, so nothing was said about it for over two weeks.  Every time Trey would try to drop a hint that his birthday was approaching, the comment would get lost in some sort of a ruse one of the other boys would instigate, which was designed to make us stray from that topic.  I could tell Trey was getting very frustrated by our failure to acknowledge the approach of his special day.

 

That morning, around ten, I told Trey to get dressed, because I was going to take him out to eat for his birthday.  He smiled and asked if he should tell the others, but I quickly told him not to, because I wanted this to be just the two of us.  I saw his smile fade rapidly, once he discovered no one else was going to join us, but he got ready nonetheless.  I asked him where he would like to eat and he said Pizza Hut.  So around 11:30, he and I got into the van and headed out alone.  The look on his face was making me feel like a heartless rat, but I knew the party would more than right this wrong.

 

We both ordered personal pan pizza, salad and a cold drink.  His heart was only half into our lunch and I tried my best to keep him talking about minor things, just to keep his mind from his disappointment.  About forty minutes later we finished and got back into the van.  I told him I had one more stop I needed to make and his face brightened a little.  It didn’t last long, however, as it faded when I pulled into the car dealership.  He got out and went with me, while I ordered the largest van they made, with seats enough for fifteen passengers and then added options that I wanted.  Our current van was getting a little crowded with our new additions, plus when Brandon and Jay joined in, there was hardly room to even wiggle inside.  The salesman told me I should just order a customized bus and skip the van, and I seriously thought about that idea for a few seconds.  However, it didn’t take me long to decide I couldn’t see driving something like that around the local streets, just to go shopping or whatever, so I stuck with the van.

 

Trey was still trying to smile weakly, as we got back into the old van and headed home.  He kind of dragged himself into the house, once we returned, and almost immediately started for his room.  Seeing what Trey was planning, Dion asked him if he would shoot pool with him and Trey agreed, although not enthusiastically.  When they entered the rec room, everyone jumped out from their hiding places and yelled ‘surprise’.  There was a banner with Trey’s name on it hanging on the wall, his cake was placed in the center of the pool table, and Brandon, Jay, Sally, Steve and Mary had also arrived while we had been out.  Trey was so surprised and excited that he confessed to me later he had almost peed his pants.  I did see him slip out quietly for a minute, so now I know where he went.

 

The boys picked everything up and we moved the party into the dining room, where it belonged.  Once everything was set up, each of them went over to give him a personalized ‘Happy Birthday’ and Trey now looked like the cat that had swallowed the proverbial canary.  We lit the candles on the cake and sang to Trey, and after we finished, he blew them out and made his wish.  He was glowing, as we served the cake, dished out the ice cream and then gave him his presents.

 

The boys let Dion give Trey the present from them.  It was an envelope.  Trey opened it and it was a $200 gift certificate for the Barnes and Noble bookstore.  The boys had each chipped in $20 apiece from their own money to get it.  They knew that Trey liked to read and this would allow him to select books he would enjoy, but would also avoid duplicating any books he had read before.  Trey was thrilled and told his brothers that it was the perfect gift for him.

 

Brandon and Jay went in together and bought Trey a couple of CD’s they knew he wanted.  Trey thanked the pair enthusiastically, giving them each a very energetic hug.  Trey also got some nice clothes from both Sally and Steve and Mary.  I had guessed that Steve and Mary were planning on doing that, since they’d asked me for Trey’s sizes when I invited them to the party.  Finally, it was my turn to give Trey his gift.  He tore off the wrapping paper that I had decorated it with and his eyes popped open wide when he saw what it was.  I had given him a notebook computer.

 

“That’s to keep your journal on, so your entries aren’t on the communal computer upstairs.  I want to try to prevent any further incidents like we had with Frankie, so keep your private stuff in there and you can keep it under lock and key in your room.  It might also encourage you to start pursuing your dream of becoming a writer.”

 

Everyone was smiling and Trey came over to give me a hug to thank me.  “Thanks, Pop.  I never expected anything like this.  I was even thinking earlier that everyone forgot about my birthday.  That was kind of mean, the way you guys did this, but I forgive you.”  He then gave me another big hug. 

 

The adults sat around and talked, while the boys went off to listen to Trey’s new CD’s.  This gave Sally, Steve, Mary and me time to talk about the boys and go over my progress concerning the next round of adoptions.  Steve just laughed when I told him that I was adopting all five of the newest members of our little group.

 

“Damn, Josh.  That’s six the first time and five this time,” he announced.  “Don’t you think you should go out to find another boy, so you can make it an even six at both ceremonies?”

 

“Don’t give Sally any ideas,” I warned him.  “I’m sure she’s likely to come up with another boy before we get to your part of this process.”  Steve laughed again and Sally just grinned at me.

 

“Hey, I don’t seek them out, they seem to find me,” she explained.  “I’m just fortunate to have such a wonderful guy to turn to when the going gets tough.  You’ve done wonders with Dion, Josh.”

 

“Not me.  You’ve got to give Trey most of the credit for that one,” I informed her.  “They’re almost like two peas in a pod.  They like many of the same things and get along well.  Trey sort of took the problem right out of my hands and has done much of the work himself.”

 

“Which he wouldn’t have done without your example,” Steve added.

 

“I don’t know about that,” I confessed.  “He’s not as shy as he used to be and he’s a very caring young man.  I don’t think he’s been here long enough for me to take credit for all of that.  I think his parents did a great job before they were killed.”

 

“Maybe so,” Sally came back, “but I’m sure he’s also learned a lot from watching and living with you.  I just tingle all over every time I see how well the boys are doing.  Ann has told me several times that she can’t get over how quickly Sammy and Andrew bonded with you.  They were even calling you ‘Dad’ in just a matter of days.”

 

“I really think that can be attributed to the fact that most of the others do too and they just tried to fit in,” I suggested.  “Trey, Brandon and Jay call me ‘Pop’, but the rest of the boys call me ‘Dad’.  It just worked out that Sammy and Andrew decided to do that as well.  They did get some help from Ricky, Cole and Graham before making that decision, though.  I just hope those boys didn’t pressure them into it.”

 

“It certainly doesn’t look like anyone’s arm was twisted from what I can see,” Steve joked.  “The boys are calling you that freely and you can see in their faces and eyes that they really mean it.  I don’t remember ever being in a home where I could feel so much love.  Not just with you and the boys, but also between the boys themselves.  I can see different older boys who have taken the younger ones under their wings.  I can’t tell you how wonderful that is to see.”

 

“Steve, I’m not trying to change the subject, but have you heard how Frankie’s doing?” I asked him.  “I still feel bad about not being able to get through to him.”

 

“Actually, I spoke to someone from the youth center just the other day,” he confirmed.  “He’s not having an easy time there, from what she told me.  His attitude is still defiant and he’s been bumping heads with some of the older, bigger boys.  I had to give him a year and he’s either going to give in, settle down, abide by the rules and change his ways, or he’s going to come out twice as tough as when he went in.  I hate to send any boy there, and it’s always my last choice, but he left me no options.  I hope he’s one of the success stories and not one of its failures.”

 

“Me too,” I added.  “I still think about him a couple times a week, minimum.”

 

“I could tell,” Steve responded, “if only by your gift to Trey.  Like I told you before, quit kicking yourself over him.  Even if Trey had the notebook computer back then, something else would probably have happened and I’d have bet there still would have been the same result.  You’ve done and are doing too much good to let that get to you, so concentrate on your achievements.”

 

“I do,” I informed him, “but I still can’t forget about him.”  We let the discussion drop after that, because the boys came racing into the room, having listened to both CD’s.

 

“Pop, I hope you’re not mad at me.” Trey said out of the blue.

 

“Why would I be mad at you?” I wanted to know.

 

“Well, I kind of let it slip out that you ordered a new van earlier,” Trey admitted. 

 

“That wasn’t meant to be a secret.  I was going to tell everyone later,” I informed him. 

 

“Great,” Trey said, relieved.  “I thought I blew it this time.”

 

“No, it was just one of my schemes to keep you out of the house long enough so everyone could get here and they could get everything ready.  It was your brothers who chose the surprise party.”

 

“You rats,” Trey said with a grin.  “I thought everyone forgot about my birthday, but I’m sort of glad you did it that way.  I’ve never had a surprise party before.  It was really neat when you all jumped out at me in the rec room, although I nearly peed my pants when you did.”

 

We were all laughing now and the boys decided to go outside and play some games.  Sally, Steve and Mary said their good-byes to all of their ‘nephews’ and then got ready to leave.  The boys all said ‘so long’ to our guests and Trey thanked all of them for coming and for giving him such nice gifts.  They told him he was more than welcomed and the boys walked them to their vehicles and then went off to play.  I said my farewell to them too and told them I’d keep in touch.

 

The boys stayed out and played for quite a while, before coming back inside.  After dinner, Brandon came up and explained he needed to talk with me - alone.  Curious as to what he might want, I took him into the other room.  He sat down beside me, swallowed hard a couple of times and began to speak.  “Pop, I need to ask you a favor.”

 

“Sure thing, Brandon,” I agreed.  “You know you may ask me anything.”

 

“I’m glad about that, because this is a really big favor.”  He took a deep breath, swallowed hard again and continued.  “Can I live here with you until I graduate?”

 

Of all the things I might have suspected, even in my wildest thoughts, I was not anticipating that particular request.  “What brought this about?” I asked, trying to clarify the motivation behind it. 

 

“My dad told us a few days ago that he was being transferred to Texas,” Brandon announced, giving me my first clue.  “I’m a sophomore and I don’t want to transfer schools.  We’re not moving until summer, so I’ll be able to finish this year, but I want to spend my junior and senior years here, too,” he explained.

 

“Have you told your parents this?” I immediately wanted to know, since I wasn’t about to give him a response and become party to a family problem, unless they knew what Brandon was up to. 

 

“I told them I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t have any options to give them,” he admitted, looking hopeful.  “I wanted to get your permission first, before I asked them if I could stay here.”

 

“Brandon, you know you’re always welcome to stay here, for as long as you need, but only if it is okay with your parents,” I informed him.  “If they agree, then it will be fine with me.  I imagine you’ll most likely just bunk in with Danny anyway, so it’s not like I’m going to have to add a room or anything.”

 

“Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted, now smiling.  “I already told Danny about this and he liked the idea.”

 

“I’m sure he did,” I agreed, thinking of all the benefits he was looking forward to, like nightly sex.  “I can’t imagine having to try to deal with him, if you were suddenly gone.  I’m sure he’d be quite moody for months after you left.  So, when do you plan to ask your parents?”

 

“I’m going to ask them when I get home tomorrow,” he told me, “if you’re sure it’s all right?”

 

“Of course.  I’d have suggested it myself, if I’d have known about the situation,” I replied, “providing your parents agree, of course.”

 

“Thanks, Pop.  I knew I could count on you,” he added.  “Besides, Danny told me that you’d never say ‘no,’ if I asked you.”

 

“So you guys think I’m that easy to figure out, do you?” I prodded, in jest. 

 

“Yeah, when it comes to us boys, you are,” he replied, smiling broadly now. 

 

“Well, I guess that’s not such a bad thing then,” I responded, with a twinkle in my eye. 

To be continued...

Posted: 07/27/12