The Castaway Hotel
Book 2

By: B W
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 35
Changes. 

Sally had called my grown children and told them about what had happened, the evening of the shooting.  She had assured them I was doing fine and even added there was no threat to my life, although the injuries had been fairly serious.  She talked them into waiting until the following weekend to come and see me, and that’s just what they did.  They began to arrive on Friday evening and by Saturday morning they were all present and accounted for, including my grandchildren. 

My older children got permission for my grandsons to be able to visit me, but the little ones were very upset when they first saw me lying in the hospital bed.  After answering many of their questions and involving them in a discussion about what happened and why, as well as an assurance that the doctor promised I was going to be fine, the boys began to calm down.  After that, the visit went fine.

At home that evening, the boys did the usual doubling and tripling up on the sleeping arrangements, in order to make room for the others.  However, in the end, it turned out not to be necessary.  A group of the boys decided to hold a ‘pajama party’, well underwear party, in the family room, so they could be close to Jordan and Nicky.  It had been Ricky’s suggestion, but it quickly caught on. 

First, Cole and Graham announced they liked the idea and were going to join in, and not long after that Sammy and Andrew agreed that it sounded like a good idea and wanted to participate too.  A short time later, Trey and Dion asked if they could join the fun as well and the others quickly told them they were more than welcome.  The boys all lugged down their sleeping bags and pillows, while bringing extras down for Jordan and Nicky, so they could have an indoor campout. 

My adult children thought it was a great idea, since it distracted Jordan and Nicky from worrying about my condition, while they concentrated on having fun.  It also gave my grandsons the opportunity they were looking forward to, which was spending time with their uncles.  All in all, they had a great time on their own, although occasionally a parent or two had to wander into that room, just to get them to quiet down and get things back under control. 

While I was visiting alone with my older children, we talked about many things.  A few thought possibly I should retire and focus on the family, seeing money was no longer an issue, but that also brought up the topic of what would happen to the boys, if anything should happen to me.  None of them felt they would be able to move here or take the boys to live with them, which I agreed with and hadn’t expected.  Hearing their views, I made sure to emphasize that what I was looking for were suggestions, not volunteers.  This did seem to take the pressure off them and we did kick around some other possibilities. 

Now, I only had one more job to perform, and that was allaying my grown offspring’s concerns about my upcoming surgery.   They thought I was possibly trying to do too much too soon, by scheduling the surgery before I had fully recovered and returned home.  I kept reiterating that my physician thought I was strong enough to go through it, or else he would have made me cancel the operation.  After a few more points were raised and discussed, they finally gave up their protests and were able to enjoy the rest of our visit, before I sent them all on their way.

By Sunday afternoon, my older children had to leave and get back to their lives and work.  Before they did, though, they all returned to the hospital to see me one more time.  I was somewhat sad to see the visit conclude, but realized I’d be seeing them again during the summer.  My grandsons, however, didn’t want to leave and started to protest.  Fortunately, the boys were able to convince them it would only be a few more months before they would come to join us for the summer and go on vacation with us.  That seemed to make them feel better and helped them cope with going back home.  Before they left, however, they made their way through a sea of hugs and kisses, as we all said our good-byes. 

By the end of the next week, I had my artificial knee joint put in and was back home recuperating, if you can recuperate in a houseful of boys.  In an effort to make it easier on me, Sally and Steve hired a home health aide to assist me during the day, while the boys were at school.  She would fix my lunch, keep the downstairs clean, do loads of laundry for me, run errands and would even do the grocery shopping for me, after we made out the list together.  She was a godsend.

Sally also kept my van while I was laid up, so she could drive to our house every morning, pick-up the boys and take them to school.  Each afternoon after she finished work, she would also pick them up, bring them home, fix our dinner and then stay and eat with us.  The boys convinced Aunt Sally they would be able, and willing, to help me at night, so she could go home and sleep in her own bed.  I think this was more to allow them to run around in their natural state than anything else, but she happily agreed. 

Once I was back home, Pat also agreed to swap rooms with Dion.  Pat took the smaller room, with the single bed, so Dion could have the room with the double bed, since Trey stayed with Dion most of the time now.  I complimented Pat on his generosity, but he just smiled and explained he still had a lot of making up to do.  I understood what he was saying, but informed him he had more than taken care of that.  All he had to offer in reply was, ‘we’ll see.’

During their first night in their new bed, Trey was lying beside Dion after they were settled in.  Uncharacteristically, Dion was a little restless that night and kept tossing and turning every few seconds.  “What’s the matter, Dion?” Trey asked.  “Can’t you get comfortable in here?”

“No, it seems different and we’re not as close together as we were in the other room,” Dion responded, although his answer could be taken to mean different things. 

“That’s why Pat switched with us,” Trey confirmed.  “In the other bed, we were almost lying on top of each other all night long.”

“But I kind of liked it that way,” Dion admitted.  “Sure, it was a little crowded sometimes, but I always knew you were there.  I don’t know, it just feels different.”

“Would it make you feel better if we did something, you know, so you can relax?” Trey offered.

“Yeah.  You want to play with my dick?” Dion asked, unable to hide his eagerness. 

“Sure, but do you want to try something new?” Trey suggested.  “That way you can have new memories for the new bed.”

“Like what do you have in mind?” Dion asked, wanting to make sure what he was agreeing to first. 

“Well, I could suck on your cock to make you cum,” Trey offered. 

“EEWW!  That sounds gross,” Dion acknowledged, while make a face.

“It isn’t really and it feels a lot better than when you use your hand,” Trey assured him, in an effort to convince Dion it wasn’t that bad. 

“Doesn’t it taste like pee?” Dion wondered. 

“No.  Actually it doesn’t have much taste at all,” Trey acknowledged.  “It’s kind of like licking your hand.”  Dion thought about it for a minute and then licked the back of his own hand to see what it tasted like.

“You mean that’s all it tastes like?” Dion mused, as he started to seriously consider Trey’s suggestion. 

“Yeah, except for the cum, but that’s not bad either,” Trey informed him.  “With some guys, it can be a little salty, but with others it can taste kind of sweet too.”

“You mean you’ve tasted the jizz, too?” Dion challenged, totally shocked. 

“Yeah, of course,” Trey responded, trying to downplay Dion’s surprise.  “It’s wild, feeling a guy shoot in your mouth and it’s even wilder when you shoot your load in somebody else’s hot throat.”

“Well, I guess we could do it,” Dion conceded.  “You were right about my liking it when we did it the other way.  I wasn’t so sure when you explained what my gram told me wasn’t true, but I trusted you and ended up loving what we did.  So, okay, I’ll try it.  What should I do?”

“You lie back and I’ll do it to you first,” Trey suggested.  “You just try to remember what I do, so you can do it back to me, when it’s your turn.”

“Yeah, fine,” Dion agreed, although not enthusiastically. 

Dion did as he was told and Trey reached over and started to stroke his impressive package.  It didn’t take long for Dion’s heart to start pumping a large quantity of blood into his tool and it rose proudly from where it lay against his body.  Trey just admired it in the dim light of the moon and was thankful that, although it was quite long, it was also rather slender.  He might gag a little, but at least it wouldn’t dislocate his jaw.  When it reached its full length, Trey slid down next to Dion’s waist, so he could begin.

Trey began by teasing Dion a little, sticking his tongue out and making a few quick swipes at various areas along his prick.  This caused Dion to moan and squirm from nearly every touch.  Slowly, Trey began to lick the base of Dion’s pulsing mast and all around his scrotum.  Even though Dion had a long schlong for his age, he had fairly small testicles.  That didn’t seem to hinder his production of semen, as Trey knew from earlier jack-off sessions, but it did look a little strange hanging below that awesome piece of meat.  Trey was able to take Dion’s testicles into his mouth and suck on them for a while, swirling them about in his warm, moist orifice. 

Dion’s body was now thrashing about on the bed from this attention, as he had never felt such wonderful sensations before.  When Trey had finished with Dion’s scrotum, Trey started to lick up the length of Dion’s dick, which in turn caused Dion to bounce around, as if he were in an active earthquake zone.  However, Dion’s moaning sounded more like a boy with a tummy-ache and would suggest he was thrashing about in pain.  Regardless, Trey kept working his way up Dion’s hard pole until he was licking the mushroom head and flicking his tongue in his pulsing slit.  Dion was now reaching out for Trey’s head, trying to force him to swallow his monument.

Trey felt Dion’s hands on his head, which let him know he had teased Dion long enough and it was time to give him a different type of pleasure.  Without hesitation, Trey wrapped his lips around Dion’s dickhead and began to slide his lips down the silky sides of Dion’s boyhood.  Dion let out a big groan, as he felt his penis become totally engulfed by Trey’s hot, moist oral lining, thinking this must be the most wonderful thing in the world.  He had been consumed with what was going on, when suddenly it got even better, as Trey began sliding his mouth up and down Dion’s shaft, while also sucking on each upward movement. 

Dion’s moaning was now a series of little whimpers, almost as if he were begging Trey to give him relief.  Trey loved the sounds Dion was making, and the knowledge he was causing Dion to experience such pleasure made him work even harder to help bring him off.  Trey was bobbing up and down more quickly now, trying to give Dion the climax he desired, and most likely needed now.  Dion must have been close, because he began to thrust his hips upward, in an effort to meet each of Trey’s downward lunges.  The combination of these actions now brought Dion to the brink of ecstasy, so he made one final thrust upward and released his load into Trey’s throat. 

The first two bursts went directly down Trey’s gullet, but Trey managed to pull his head back slightly, so he could capture the following spurts in his mouth.  He kept working on Dion’s monster until it quit spitting its tasty cream, but Trey didn’t release it until Dion’s body collapsed back onto the bed.  Dion’s chest was heaving and his breathing was ragged, but it appeared as if he had just had his best climax ever.

As Dion recovered, Trey crawled up the length of the bed and hovered over Dion’s head, watching him enjoy his warm orgasmic afterglow.  When Dion finally opened his eyes, Trey was in his line of sight, so Dion gave him a wonderful grin.  When Trey saw him do that, he opened his mouth to show Dion its contents. 

“Is that my cum?” Dion asked, in wonder.  Trey merely nodded his head up and down and moved his mouth toward Dion’s.  Dion wasn’t sure about what was about to happen, but he eventually went along with it.  Tentatively, he stuck his tongue out and put it into Trey’s mouth, taking a taste of his own juices for the very first time.  Once he thought he had enough of a sample, Dion brought his tongue back into his own mouth and tried to absorb the flavor.

“You’re right,” he announced.  “It’s not that bad tasting, but what you did to me was outstanding.  That had to be the best one yet.  Thanks for talking me into it.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Trey agreed.  “You sure do have a tasty piece of meat and I can’t seem to get enough of it.”  That caused Dion to grin again, as he enjoyed the compliment. 

“Okay.  I’m ready to do it for you now,” Dion announced, feeling a little more confident about returning the favor. 

Eager for his own release, Trey quickly finished swallowing Dion’s load and switched places with him on the bed.  Dion took no time at all to swing into position and immediately began to play with Trey’s foreskin, gently tugging it back and forth.  He was mesmerized by the way he could uncover and then recover his cock head, as it was so very new and different to him.  Finally, he tired of this game and pulled the skin all the way back, so he could lick all around Trey’s glans. 

Trey’s sensitive head nearly exploded, as Dion’s hot tongue came into contact with it, but it got even better when Dion twirled his tongue all around the helmet and then up and down the sides of his shaft.  After doing that for a minute or so, Dion slipped his head down to Trey’s ball bag and began to suck on Trey’s large nuggets.  He could only get one of them into his mouth at a time, but he enthusiastically sucked on each one individually, as Trey moaned out his chorus of approval.  Hearing this made Dion felt great, because it convinced him that he could give Trey the same good fillings that Trey had given him.  Inspired to try even harder, he eagerly worked his way up Trey’s cock until he could take it into his mouth.

Trey released a loud groan, as Dion slid his warm lips down along the velvety sides of his penis.  He began to frantically hump his hips upward, in an attempt to fuck Dion’s face, but Dion managed to maintain control of the situation.  He rocked up and down on Trey’s uncut sausage, letting his lips form a seal around his rod, as he attempted to suction Trey’s seed to the surface. 

Dion frantically nodded his head up and down on Trey’s mast, until he felt Trey’s body shudder and go rigid, just before he unleashed his thick, rich spunk into Dion’s waiting throat.  Dion sucked and swallowed, not wishing to waste a drop, and continued that way until there was nothing left in the tube.  Dion let Trey’s log drop out of his mouth and sat up, smiling at Trey, until Trey came down from his climactic high.

“Well, how did I do?” Dion asked eagerly.

“You did great,” Trey panted back.  “That was terrific.  You did an awesome job.”

“Thanks.  The whole thing was great,” Dion agreed.  “I’m glad you’re so smart about all of this stuff.  I love the way you teach me things.”

“Hey, I enjoy teaching you,” Trey confirmed, “and you’re a pretty quick learner too.”  Dion only smiled back in response.

“Well, I think you took care of my problem,” Dion whispered into Trey’s ear, as they began to settle in and get comfortable.  “I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to sleep now.  Actually, I’m a little tired.  What do you say we turn in now?”

“Good idea,” Trey agreed.  “Good night, big boy.”  Dion didn’t miss the meaning behind that little comment either, but he just smiled from its implication. 

“Good night, Trey, and thanks.  You’re a pretty awesome, dude.” 

Both boys lay on the bed, but immediately reached out to touch each other.  Eventually, Trey pulled Dion close to him, so they could snuggle against each other.  He wrapped his arm across Dion’s chest and a leg over his lower torso, and they stayed that way, until they faded off into oblivion.

To be continued...

Posted: 07/27/12