The Castaway Hotel
Book 7

By: B W
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 27
Ted Beckham. 

A couple hours later those boys reappeared and asked if the three of them could speak with me in private.  I was a little concerned about this at first, but once I found out what they wanted, I began to calm down. 

“Dad,” Graham began, “you have to explain to Ted that there’s nothing wrong with being gay or bi.  His father has told him all the wrong things and you need to tell him that he’s not evil or going to hell.”

I looked at Ted and saw him swallowing hard.  This let me know he wasn’t sure if he wanted this to happen quite this way, but I understood what I needed to do. 

“Ted, first of all, I think you should know that it’s my opinion you were born the way you are and you didn’t have any choice in the matter,” I explained.  “Although there is no scientific proof to support my belief, over the years I have talked to many bisexuals and gays, and every one of them has told me they knew at an early age what they were.  To me, that indicates they didn’t have a choice in the matter. 

“It seems being gay is a trait they were born with,” I continued, “such as their eye color, skin color, being tall or short, a gene making them susceptible to or giving them a certain disease, a predilection toward alcoholism or even the quality of their eyesight.  Only bisexuals have any choice about whom they can actually choose to be with, although others have tried and failed.  I think it’s a bigger sin to try to be what you’re not and end up hurting someone else in the process, by pretending you love him or her, when you really don’t.

“As far as going to hell is concerned,” I added, “I believe in the New Testament and the loving God, not the vindictive God of the Old Testament.  What few verses I’ve seen in the Bible against same sex relationships are far outweighed by his doctrine of love, acceptance and not judging others.  In fact, this occurs so often that I think those who condemn and persecute others in God’s name will have far more to answer for than anyone else.  Although I’m not your father and I have no say in how you are raised, I can only tell you not to be ashamed of who or what you are.  If you do, I believe you will only come to regret it as you grow older.”

We discussed this for many more minutes, with the other boys asking me their own questions.  Graham and Sammy tried to voice some of the concerns Ted had told them when they were alone earlier.  Overall, I think he felt a little better once we were done, but he did ask to speak to me alone, before we were finished.  This startled, and possibly even bothered, the other pair.  I wasn’t sure what it was Ted wanted to discuss with me, but it seemed important to him, so I offered to listen.

“Mr. Currie,” he began, but I stopped him. 

“Why don’t you just call me Josh?  That’s fine with me.”  He looked confused by my request.

“Are you sure?” he asked.  “My father would NEVER let me call an adult by his first name,” he told me.

“And I tell my boys the same thing, unless the adult has advised them to do otherwise, as I have done,” I explained.  “Besides, your father isn’t here and it would make me feel better if you were less formal.  Okay?”

He smiled and nodded.  “Okay and thank you,” he continued.

“Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked.

“Well, I feel really strange having to ask you this, but I can’t ask your sons,” he began.  “I’d be too embarrassed just yet.  Anyway, I think you’d be less likely to laugh at me or make fun of what I say, but I just have to know.”  He stopped for an uncomfortable duration of time after saying this.

“What is it you need to know?” I prompted, hoping to get him started again.

“If I’m normal,” he finally stammered.

“Normal in what way?” I countered, since I didn’t understand what he was asking. 

“Well, I hear guys talking in school about how big they are and they say like seven, eight or even ten inches,” he explained, “and I’m not nearly that big.  Is there something wrong with me?”  He looked really concerned about this.

“No, not at all,” I assured him.  “Although some of those boys MIGHT be that big, I think most of them are probably exaggerating their physical assets.  If you actually saw them in person, it would most likely be a bit shorter than they claimed.  According to studies, the average male is between five and six inches in length.” 

“Really?”  He looked relieved.  “Cuz mine’s only about five inches, maybe a little more.”

“Yes, really.  Then you’re average.”   I smiled at him, but waited to see if he had another question.  It took him a few more seconds to get up the courage to ask it though, but he finally did. 

“I’m also pretty hairy… not my chest, but the rest of me is,” he confessed.  “My legs almost look like I’m wearing fur pants.”  He looked down at the floor after saying this, almost as if he was embarrassed about that too.

“Heck, lots of guys are hairy, but that’s not such a big thing,” I advised him.

“It is for me and I hate to even wear shorts, but I’m forced to wear them for gym class.  That’s when everyone makes wisecracks about my legs.  And my privates and butt are almost as bad,” he added.

“Well, I’m sure it’s worse in your own mind and you think about it a lot more,” I suggested. 

“No, I’m telling you it’s awful,” he advised me, and then he quickly dropped his pants, so I could see for myself.  It was obvious his legs WERE hairier than any of my boys and most men I had ever seen, but I felt I had to offer him words of encouragement, not confirmation.

“Well, there are ways to solve that problem, if you want to go that route,” I advised him.  “You can either shave your legs or there are other ways to get rid of the hair, if it bothers you that much.”  Even though he appeared encouraged by my comments, it still looked as if he still had some issues to deal with.  Finally, he got to those too.

“Will that work on this too?” he asked, now dropping his boxers and showing me a dense tangle of hair on his pubis and scrotum, before turning around to show me his butt.  I also noticed he had a rather diminutive flaccid penis, although it was cut and nice looking.  I wasn’t sure how much bigger it got when erect.

“Yes, some of those ways will work there too,” I said soothingly.  “In fact, some of the boys might be more than happy to help you with your personal grooming.”  I grinned and winked at him, to let him know I thought the others might even like the idea of doing it for him. 

“You really think so?” he asked, amazed.

“I’m almost positive, at least about the two who’ve been trailing you all around and were just in here with you.  In fact, I bet if I do this,” I began, swinging the door open, “they might even be listening in.”  And there they were, looking sheepish at first, but then they openly gawked, when they saw Ted standing there with his boxers and pants around his ankles.

“I don’t think Ted would mind if you came in,” I urged, as Ted scrambled to pull his clothes back up.  “Don’t worry, Ted, and don’t be embarrassed,” I said shutting the door behind them.  “I’m sure you’ll all be seeing each other’s goodies before long anyway.”  He still looked a little humiliated about the boys having seen him like that, so they quickly scrambled to rectify the situation.

“Hey, you don’t have to be uncomfortable about us seeing you that way,” Sammy told him.  “We often run around the house nude.  Here, we’ll do the same thing, so you can see what we look like too.”  Now that pair dropped their trousers and exposed themselves to our guest, as if that now made them all even.  However, Ted just gawked at the pair, his mouth slightly open.

“Damn, is there something else wrong with my dick?” he finally blurted out, looking at the uncircumcised penises before him.

“No, Ted,” I began, “it’s just that these two boys are uncircumcised or uncut, which means they didn’t have their foreskins removed when they were younger.” 

“Yeah, watch,” Graham told him, “we can make ours look just like yours,” and then the boys both retracted their foreskin.

“Wow, neat,” Ted kind of cooed.  “Are all the other boys like that too?”

“No, it’s about half and half here, half cut and half uncut.  I’m sure before you leave you might see a few of them parading about the house without clothes on.  None of them are very modest.”  After this comment, I thought Ted’s eyes were going to nearly pop out of their sockets. 

“You’re kidding me,” he gasped.

“Nope, he’s not,” Graham chimed in.  “We’ve even gone to nudist camps and spent weeks without our clothes on,” he laughed.

“In front of other people?” Ted asked, completely amazed.

“Yep,” Sammy told him.  “Old and young, guys and girls.  We all ran around with nothing on.”

“Dang,” Ted responded, “my father would kill me, if I did anything like that.”

“Well, as I said earlier,” I reasoned, “he’s not here and you can do anything your comfortable with in our house.”

“And that includes sex,” Graham added, with a bit of hope in his voice.  This last comment just caused Ted to stare at me, so I thought I should explain.

“I allow the boys to do things with each other,” I told Ted, “as long as they both agree to it and no one is forced or hurt.  I do make them use protection, so if you decide to join in, the boys will show you what you need and how to use it.  If you have any questions you may ask them or me, and we’ll answer you as honestly as we can.”

“But I’ve never done anything before,” Ted blurted out.  He almost looked as is he wished he could take those words back, almost as soon as they were out of his mouth. 

“We all have to have a first time,” I conceded, “it’s just that some got a chance to start earlier than others.” 

“But you don’t think there’s something wrong with me, because I’ve never done anything,” he asked his two new friends and admirers.

“Nope,” Sammy said, bluntly. 

“We’ll be gentle and take good care of you,” Graham added, “so don’t worry, if you want to try anything.”  Hearing this brought another smile to Ted’s face. 

“You sure you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Currie?”  Ted asked me, which caused me to frown at him.  “You would, wouldn’t you?” 

“No, that’s not why I gave you that look,” I responded.  “What did I just tell you to call me?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.  Then you sure you won’t mind, Josh?” he repeated, looking hopeful.

“Not as long as you all agree to what you do and no one is forced or hurt,” I reiterated, which gained me a huge smile in response.

“My aunt was right about you,” he added, “especially when she told me you could help me feel better about being gay.” 

That was the first time I’d heard him use that word without stammering or trying to dance around it, so I concluded half the battle was already won.  The other boys took this chance to pull up their own pants, so they could go on their way, and I was sure Ted was about to get his first sexual experience.  Of course, I was correct in my assumption, as the three of them headed upstairs to Graham’s room.  This is what I found out about it later.

Once they were alone, the three boys all agreed to take off all their clothes, so they wouldn’t be hindered.  Once this happened, Sammy and Graham told Ted he could touch their bodies or do whatever he wanted, until he got comfortable with them.  Hesitantly, he reached a hand out and touched both their penises, fingering them gently.  This was the first time he’d ever done anything of this nature and acted as if he were afraid they might break. 

After a little encouragement, he began to slide their foreskin back and forth, to see how it worked.  Of course, this activity caused both boys to get hard, which made Ted beam, and then he asked my pair what he should do next.  They told him it was up to him, but when they saw the indecision on his face, they suggested maybe they could do some things to him first, to show him how it was done.  Not knowing what else to do, Ted agreed, and the boys had him lay on the bed, with one on either side of him. 

Once they were in that position, they began to double-team him, as they mimicked each other’s movements on their side of his body.  They started on his nipples, to teach him those weren’t only meant to pleasure the female body.  Next, they licked their way down his chest, before taking turns on his navel.  By the time they reached his waist, he was already rock hard, so they licked both sides of his shaft, which caused him to make a few little throaty noises and begin breathe really hard.  At this point, the boys communicated wordlessly, so Graham crawled between Ted’s legs and began to lick and play with Ted’s balls, while Sammy took Ted’s cock in his mouth and began to perform fellatio on him.

With Sammy bobbing up and down on his knob and Graham playfully toying with his nuts, Ted was soon riding a high he’d never experienced before.  All of these new sensations soon swept him to the precarious point between enjoyment and release, and then his body began to tremble and quake as the juices rose up his shaft and painted Sammy’s throat with that marvelous nectar.  These sensations not only caused him untold enjoyment, but the release also relaxed him so much that he actually fell asleep afterward. 

Sammy and Graham, not knowing what else to do, just cuddled up beside him and waited for him to wake up.  It took about twenty minutes before Ted opened his eyes again, and then he began to apologize profusely.  He suspected he had just committed a major faux pas, but the boys reassured him what he did wasn’t so unusual.  This helped to make him feel a little better, but then he wanted to do something for them.  They both suggested he just jerk them off this time, which he did, one after the other.  Once they both had their release, my pair went and got the electric hair trimmer and my electric razor, to take care of Ted’s unwanted hair.

Once Sammy and Graham had finished grooming Ted, one of them came and got me.  Sammy eagerly dragged me up to Graham’s room, and as I went inside, there stood Ted, stark naked and with the biggest grin on his face I’d ever seen. 

“So what do you think,” he wanted to know.  “Does it look better?”

“It’s not what I think,” I told him, “but are you happy with this ‘new’ you?  What do you think of it?” 

“I love it, but my dad will freak, if he sees me like this,” Ted confessed.  “I’m not worried though, cuz he never sees me naked.  I guess he thinks it would make him gay or something.”  After telling me that, he let out a nervous little laugh.

“Well, I think it looks awesome,” I told him, admiring his handsome, youthful body.  I also began to wish I were his age again, so I could join in the fun. 

I was mildly shocked he was so open and unabashed about showing off his body to me, both downstairs and now, but I think part of it was his overcompensating for his father’s attitude.  I think he saw me as someone he could come to, as if I were his father or a father substitute, so he was eager to do the things he might have done with him, had he been more open-minded. 

Since Ted realized it didn’t bother me that he was showing off his body to me, he spun around and even posed a little, to give me a better look.  He also told me what the three of them had done, sexually, like I was just one of the boys.  I guess this meant he accepted me on several levels, not just as a father substitute, which pleased me even more.  I knew I had another boy now, even if he didn’t live with us, and his Aunt Jane would make sure we stayed close, even after he returned home.

The rest of Ted’s stay was a whirlwind of activity, both in and out of bed.  He seemed to enjoy having all the boys around with whom he could talk, play games or do all kinds of other things with.  This made even more sense after he explained he didn’t have a lot of friends at home.  The boys were sympathetic to this and went out of their way to make him feel comfortable with us.  I also think Ted was more than pleased by the abundant amount of flesh he got to see parading around and even started to do the same himself.  Eagerly, he pranced around to show off his shaved physique, but he also began to feel comfortable doing many other things.

His new boldness got him noticed by some of the others too, so Ted had more than his share of sexual encounters.  He performed mutual masturbation with some, including Andrew, who wasn’t about to be left out.  Even though Ted came to me and questioned whether he dared do this with my youngest, as he felt a little ill at ease with Andrew’s lack of physical maturity, I told him Andrew had done much more than just masturbate with his brothers and was eager for additional experiences.   Hearing this, Ted gave in and treated Andrew just like he did the others, which also helped to remove more of Andrew’s insecurities. 

Ted also got to try giving oral sex and Sammy and Graham let him take them anally, although no one pressured him to do the same.  In fact, they even told him to wait a bit and practice with other objects first, when he suggested maybe he wanted to do it too.   When he agreed they might be right, the boys took some of the smaller dildos and used them on him, which was about all he could handle at this point.  Seeing that, they told him to continue practicing on his own and then on his next visit they’d try with the dildos again and maybe he’d be ready to do it for real.  This seemed to satisfy Ted, or maybe it was the dildos that made him realize he wasn’t quite ready yet, but he didn’t push the issue further.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/07/12