The Castaway Hotel: Book 2

It was the middle of the next week before I finally heard from my lawyer again. “Josh, I just received word of the Yamada’s decision,” he announced. Upon hearing that, a lump formed in my throat and my mouth became very dry, as I waited to discover what he was going to tell me.

“Josh, it seems your trip to Japan caused the Yamadas to consider this situation very carefully,” he continued, “and they realized it would be very difficult to keep up with such energetic boys.” This comment brought me hope and the lump in my throat started to grow smaller.

“They also saw how much the boys love you and how much they are loved in return,” he added, “so they’ve decided they will not seek custody of the boys. However, they do request two concessions, before they sign off on their rights.” I began to worry again. What might they want? I didn’t have long to wait to discover the answer to this, though.

“First, they want you to agree to visit them occasionally, possibly once a year,” my attorney informed me, “so they won’t lose touch with the boys.” I breathed a minor sigh of relief.

“That wouldn’t be a problem,” I announced. “I can take the boys over each year, during spring break, but in the future I’ll take all of the boys. I just hope they can live with that.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” he agreed. “Second, they merely ask that you allow them to come here to visit the boys from time to time, so they can see how they’re doing at home.” At last I could breathe freely again.

“Absolutely,” I agreed. “Just let them know I request an advance notification of the dates they plan to visit, so I can make sure it doesn’t interfere with any plans we might have.”

“I think they’ll be amenable with that,” he suggested. “Then everything is set and as soon as I get the paperwork signifying they are signing off on their custodial rights, we can finalize the boys’ adoption.”

I thanked him several times, relieved this was finally behind us, and then went off to tell the boys the good news. Sammy and Andrew were so thrilled upon hearing this that they went running around the house, jumping, screaming and reveling with their brothers. It was nice to see them so happy.

The boys decided to celebrate this turnaround by spending the night with all of their brothers, camped out in the family room. There was no way I was going to object to their plan and was happy to leave them alone, but the boys announced they wanted me to join in too. I agreed, so we all retrieved our sleeping bags, arranged them on the floor and spent the evening in one big love-fest.

The following week, it was time to addressed Carlos’ situation. Sally had informed me that when she made her contacts in Philadelphia, they immediately went out and investigated Carlos’ mother and Roberto. During the background check, the police discovered Roberto was wanted on a couple of different warrants in California, hence his quick decision to move, so he was arrested and extradited. Thus, he was no longer a problem or a threat to Carlos’ safety. It was also suggested that Carlos should file abuse charges against Roberto, in case he ever tried to return to Pennsylvania, as this would allow them to take out a restraining order against him. After discussing this with him, Carlos readily agreed.

However, that wasn’t the only thing we were able to do to help him. Steve and Sally also called in some favors from a few of their influential friends, and these contacts were able to help Ms. Garcia get her green card from the I.N.S. I referred to her as Ms. Garcia for a reason. From what Carlos had told us and from what we learned from his mother, it was difficult to determine if she had ever really been married to Carlos’ father or whether Garcia was her maiden name. She wouldn’t give us any specifics, so we didn’t press the issue further.

When the weekend arrived, Sally, Carlos and I traveled to Philadelphia, so we could discuss his future with his mother. After speaking with her for a couple of hours, we all agreed about what would be best for Carlos. Seeing this would affect him the most, we also included him in our discussions about what we might do. Since everyone agreed with Sally’s and my final proposal, we went to work setting it up.

We started off by helping his mother find a decent apartment. After going through the classified section of the paper, we drove them around until we found a place they both liked. I paid the security deposit and the first six months rent for her in advance, to give her time to get on her feet. Sally also gave her the name of one of her contacts that would help Ms. Garcia find a better paying job.

I then took her to the local grocery store, spoke to the store manager and set up a prepaid account for her groceries. Before I left, I gave him a $500.00 check to start it and strict instructions that cigarettes and beer were not to be a part of any of the purchases. I also gave him my contact information, in case he needed to get in touch about problems or possibly needing more money to cover her bill.

Once that had been accomplished, we explained that once she was settled and her life was stable again, we would bring Carlos back to live with her. Carlos and his mother hugged, cried and thanked Sally and me for what we had done for them. It was gratifying to know that these two would be able to stay together, have a decent place to live and be free of Roberto.

When we got home, we explained the situation to the boys, and they all told Carlos they would miss him when he had to leave. Although it would probably be a few weeks before that happened, everyone wished him well and told him they were glad things worked out for him, so he could stay with his mother. In turn, Carlos thanked them for their good wishes and explained he would miss living with them, since he liked them all a lot. After that, he turned to me.

“Pop, sir,” he began, as I still hadn’t been able to break him of his fetish for calling me sir, “you are a very good man and I will miss living with you in this house, but I am very happy that you made it so I will be able to stay with my mother. Thank you for all that you have done for us and thank you for saving me from Roberto.”

“Carlos, you are very welcome and I want you to keep in touch,” I told him, before giving him a hug. Once we broke that embrace, I continued. “We would like it if you could come and visit us once in a while and I’ll be keeping tabs on you and your mother, to make sure you are all right. If you ever need our help, just let us know. We’ll always be here for you.” Carlos didn’t respond verbally, but gave me another hug in return. Kevin told me later that Carlos was crying at that point and was probably too choked up to speak. I was just glad to help and give him a chance for a decent future.

Things were also progressing quickly on the adoption plans, now that we had cleared that final hurdle with Sammy and Andrew’s grandparents. The adoption proceeding was scheduled to take place on May 10th. This caused a great deal of excitement around the house and all the boys wanted to attend. Those who had already been adopted wanted to be there so they could welcome their new brothers into the family, officially. Although they would have been there anyway, I thought that was a nice gesture on their part.

The night before the ceremony, Pat went into Dion’s room, so he could talk to Trey and him. He shut the door behind him as he entered. “Since tomorrow we are going to become real brothers, I was hoping you guys would let me spend the night in here with you, so we could get to know each other better.”

Dion and Trey looked at each other before they answered, passing a silent communication between them. “We’d like that too,” Dion told him. “I think brothers should know each other better.”

“Yes,” Trey added, “we would like that. We just thought you felt we were too young to hang around with or something.”

“No, I can just be a little stupid at times,” Pat informed them, hoping that answer would suffice. “You’re both sure you don’t mind then?”

“Absolutely,” Trey reassured him, after getting a nod from Dion.

“Come on in and make yourself comfortable,” Dion added. “After all, it was your room first.” They all laughed at that comment and sat together on the bed, so they could talk for a while. After they had a chance to get to know each other better, Pat made his move.

“Are you guys up for something a little more physical?” Pat asked them.

“Why? Do you want to fight?” Dion asked, jokingly.

“No,” Pat responded, punching him in the arm. “I was hoping it would be more fun than that.”

“We were too,” Trey told him, getting his drift. He had a huge smile on his face now that he understood what this might mean. “Just exactly what did you have in mind?” Trey added, to clarify Pat’s position.

“I’m not sure what kind of things you two have done with each other,” Pat admitted, “so you’ll have to tell me what choices I have.”

“We’ve just jerked and sucked each other off,” Trey responded. “We can do that unless Dion wants to try something new.”

“Like what?” Dion inquired.

“I was thinking about doing it in each other’s butt,” Trey told him, “but I don’t think you’re ready for that. How about we just suck each other off? Is that okay with both of you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Pat responded.

“Okay,” Dion added, “but promise me you’ll let me try the other stuff some time as well. I’d really like to see what that’s like too.”

“Sure,” Pat answered without hesitation. “You just let us know when you think you’re ready.”

“Great,” Dion countered. “Now, what am I supposed to do?”

The boys had Dion lie back on the bed and they positioned themselves in a triangular formation beside him. Pat moved to Dion’s waist while Trey positioned himself over Pat’s rod and offered his own to Dion. All three knew what to do next, so they didn’t waste any time and got busy. Pat began to rub and stroke Dion’s crotch to help get him aroused. He was amazed as he watched the boy’s sausage stiffen. “Damn, little bro. I didn’t know it got that big when it was hard,” Pat told him.

“You scared of it?” Dion asked.

“Heck, no. Just surprised,” Pat replied.

Not wishing to waste any more time talking, Pat moved his lips and tongue closer, so he could lick and kiss that impressive piece of meat. His tongue went wild, licking Dion’s nut sac and rigid rod, before his oral muscle began worked its way up and down, in and out, and swirled around every inch of Dion’s boyhood. Not only did Dion enjoy this attention, but Trey benefited from it as well. Every time Pat pleased Dion, Dion would moan, sending some awesome, and unexpected, sensations through Trey’s dick, as he sucked on it.

Dion continued to react favorably to Pat’s tongue, which had a coarser texture than Trey’s, almost like a cat’s sandpaper tongue, but not quite as rough. After bathing his genitals with that, Pat slid his mouth over and down the length of Dion’s slender pole and started to nod up and down two-thirds of its length. Because of his limited experience with sex, Dion still had a hair-trigger; so it didn’t take him long to reach his boiling point. Sooner than Pat wanted, the pressure from his bubbling juices built up in Dion’s scrotum, sending his boy seed speeding up his cock, past his pressure valve and spurting into Pat’s throat. Pat swallowed eagerly at the offering and didn’t stop until he had it all. Having finished with Dion, it gave Pat a chance to lean back and enjoy what Trey was doing to him.

Trey had started working on Pat the minute his groin was presented to him. Pat’s cut cock was shorter, but thicker than the other two. Trey and Pat had never been together sexually before, so this was a new experience for him, too. He manipulated Pat’s boyhood with his hand and his tongue, so it didn’t take long before Pat’s little soldier was standing at attention and awaiting orders. The circumference of Pat’s tool served as a challenge to Trey, but he attacked it slowly and began by licking it thoroughly, until it was coated with his own saliva. Next, he forced his jaw open, as wide as it would stretch, so he could slide his lips down the moist sides, doing his best to keep his teeth from scraping the surface. Trey’s mouth felt full and his jaw felt like it might dislocate, due to Pat’s impressive girth. He just held still for a few seconds, hoping his jaw muscles wouldn’t cramp and cause him to clamp down on Pat’s pride and joy. That would certainly be both rude and painful, but mostly for Pat.

Slowly, Trey began moving his head up and down, sucking as strongly as he could while he did so. He wanted to use his tongue as well, but there was just no room for it to move, so it lay trapped at the bottom of his mouth. He realized the tightness of his mouth alone would be enough to bring Pat off, but he wanted to make this good for Pat, as he had gone out of his way to arrange for this opportunity. Trey was using one of his hands to massage Pat’s scrotum, while the other one found its way to Pat’s crack. Almost imperceptibly, he slipped a finger into Pat’s chute and began sliding it in and out, to go along with his other manipulations. This triple stimulus was playing havoc with Pat’s nerve endings and this caused him to buck wildly on the bed.

Pat was just getting into the wild tingling feelings coursing through his body, when Dion unloaded, so he swallowed it all quickly, so he could lay back and enjoy his own experience in Trey’s hot mouth. Soon, Pat’s balls were aching, a knot began to form in the pit of his stomach and the tip of his cock was throbbing in sheer delight. He moved his hand to Trey’s head and stroked his hair, a silent thank you for his wonderful labor. After only another couple more minutes of this delight, Pat felt his orgasm nearing. Although he tried to hold it off as long as he could, he couldn’t continue to delay it forever.

When it got to the point where he felt as if his whole body was going to implode, he arched his back and released his wad into Trey’s waiting orifice. It was hot, thick and creamy, and erupted with such force that the first two spurts flew directly down Trey’s throat, almost before he realized it. Trey held on and drained Pat’s dick, until his nuts went dry and started to shrivel. Now, he released that jawbreaker from his oral cavity and let it fall onto Pat’s abdomen.

Trey had also been receiving his own enjoyment, although his source of please was coming from Dion’s hot mouth. Dion had attacked Trey’s boner like a playful puppy, nibbling, chewing and licking to his delight. This was still a new game to Dion, so he went forward with all the exuberance of youth. By the time he had nibbled and played with Trey’s foreskin, chewed on his spongy helmet and licked every piece of skin in sight, he wrapped his lips around the excited pole and began to move his head up and down, as quickly as the rubber ball, held by the elastic string, which was being hit by the paddle.

Pat’s efforts on his own pecker were also causing Dion to moan, and his moans were reverberating up Trey’s shaft and causing his whole body to tingle. Trey hadn’t felt anything like that before, so it was difficult for him to concentrate on what he was doing for Pat. Dion’s hot mouth and tongue were rapidly bringing Trey to the brink and he tried valiantly to fight back his impending climax. He might have staved it off for another minute or so, but eventually there was nothing more he could do to stop it from surfacing, not that he wanted to any longer. Giving in to his sensory overload, his body stiffened and he released his creamy custard. Dion drank it greedily, like an alcoholic with a beer, and he sucked so hard on this meaty straw that there was no chance anything could resist the pressure of his vacuuming grip. Reluctantly, Dion released Trey’s plaything from his mouth and rolled back onto the bed, to rest with the other two.

They lay there like that for a few minutes, enjoying the lingering glow from their orgasms and collecting their reserve strength. Once they had recovered, they began to talk and tried to get to know each other better. Eventually, Pat turned to Dion and spoke to him.

“Dion, I need to apologize to you,” he admitted.

“For what?” Dion wanted to know.

“For something I did, but you probably don’t even know it happened,” Pat announced, drawing a curious glare from the other two. “That first night you came here, I blew up at Dad and said some things that weren’t very nice about you. I kind of agreed with some of my friends about certain things and you just happened to move in here during that same time. Eventually, Dad made me realize I was wrong and I even ended up fighting with some of my friends later, to set them straight. Some of them still wouldn’t listen, so we’re no longer friends. I’m ashamed to admit that I was reacting to your being here because you were black. I really feel bad about my actions now and I wanted to do this tonight, to prove to you that I no longer feel that way. I still need for you to forgive me, though.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Pat,” Dion informed him. “I already heard all about your fight.”

“How? From who?” Pat asked, looked concerned and even more ashamed.

“Some of the boys from the high school were talking about it,” Dion told him. “They happened to be brothers of a couple of my friends from school, so my friends told me all about what happened.”

“But you didn’t say anything. How come?” Pat asked, deeply concerned and beginning to feel even worse that he hadn’t broached this topic sooner.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, unless you did,” Dion explained. “You made me real proud that you stuck up for me like that. No one has ever done that before. I just wanted to be friends and brothers, even without you knowing that I knew about what happened. I didn’t want you to think that’s why I wanted to be close to you.”

“But I was being a racist!” Pat exclaimed, unable to believe Dion had said he was proud of him.

“But you’re not any more,” Dion responded. “I also have a confession to make. I didn’t want to come here to live, either, because I was uneasy about living with a bunch of white people. I love Aunt Sally, but she was the only white person I was ever close to. Really, there was only my Gram and me, besides the few kids I knew at my old school. I was kind of scared at first, but now I’m glad it happened. I love Dad and I love all of you, but I wasn’t any different from you about my feelings. I guess we both had some learning and growing up to do.”

After hearing this, Pat began to relax and soon the two boys were hugging each other and signifying there were no hard feelings, then they included Trey in one last group hug. It was a very special moment for them all. After a few more minutes of this catharsis, Pat made another suggestion.

“How about we do each other again, but this time we’ll go in the other direction?”

“Sounds great to me,” Dion answered, enthusiastically.

“Yeah, the last one was good, but I wouldn’t mind another,” was Trey’s response.

“Great, then let’s get going,” Pat added, completing their unanimous decision.

The boys repositioned themselves on the bed and went back at it. This time Dion got to return the favor to Pat. He stroked Pat’s sausage until it came back to life, and once it reached its maximum growth, Dion made a comment.

“Damn, how thick is this thing?” he asked, first looking at Pat and then at Trey. “Trey, how did you get it into your mouth?”

“It stretched my jaw to the limit, but I did it,” Trey told him. “Just remember to open wide and keep your teeth back.”

“Okay, I’ll do my best, but I hope Pat won’t get mad at me if I can’t swallow the whole thing.”

“No problem, Dion,” Pat assured him. “Take what you can into your mouth and use your hand on the rest. That’ll be fine with me.”

“Thanks, bro. I’m glad you understand,” Dion announced, greatly relieved.

Even though Dion had forewarned Pat he might not be able to take it all, he was more determined now, than before, to use his mouth to give Pat pleasure. He started by sucking on Pat’s plentiful balls and then ran his tongue up and around Pat’s stump. After he had orally pleased Pat in this manner, Dion stretched his mouth wide and aimed it around Pat’s cock head. It was difficult, but Dion took it into his mouth and started to force himself further down the shaft. He was able to get about 3-4 inches inside, before he quit advancing farther, as he slowly began to move up and down on Pat’s marble column.

Pat realized how difficult this was for Dion, so it impressed him that Dion was willing to go so far just to please him. It meant a great deal to Pat to know that Dion didn’t take the easy way out, as was offered to him, but insisted on doing what he could, no matter how difficult it might be. The snug fit also helped to stimulate Pat to a quicker release, since it was also aided by the muscular contractions of Dion’s throat, brought on by his constant swallowing. Within minutes Pat was coating Dion’s tonsils with his hot spunk and Dion was trying to get it all down without choking. He succeeded on this mission, but neither boy could relax, as there was a third party involved in this little encounter.

Although he did stop working on Trey briefly while he was ejaculating, Pat quickly resumed his attention to Trey’s erection. He had enjoyed playing with Trey’s foreskin when he started, as it was the first uncircumcised cock he had seen this close, so he hadn’t been working on Trey orally for all that long. After his initial fascination was sated, Pat skinned the head and attacked the sensitive glans. Trey reacted visibly to Pat’s rough tongue, as had Dion, and that sandpaper-like texture around his helmet nearly sent poor Trey through the ceiling, as the stimulation was nearly too much for him to deal with. He regained a modicum of control, as Pat slid down his penis’ shaft, and now he could feel Pat’s lips and the suction from Pat’s mouth.

As Pat rocked up and down on Trey’s trouser trout, Trey was conscious of the signals indicating his impending release. He could feel his climax building, like an old steam boiler on which the pressure valve was malfunctioning, and knew he would soon explode, splattering his juices all over. It only took a few more nods of Pat’s head before Trey did just that, and his semen shot out in several rope-like volleys. Pat swallowed his thick, creamy reward eagerly and soon had drained every last drop from Trey’s nuts. Letting Trey’s dong drop from his lips, Pat let his head come to rest on Trey’s tummy.

Over on the other side of the bed, Dion was enjoying Trey’s oral expertise. Trey’s prior experience with Dion’s lengthy bone let him provide just the right amount of stimulation to guide Dion through a long, drawn-out experience. Trey used every part of his mouth to tease Dion to the edge, before giving Dion’s testicles a little squeeze, in order to bring him back down. This little roller-coaster ride had Dion squirming and then thrusting his hips forcefully at Trey, as he attempted to urge his partner to give him his needed relief.

Trey callously ignored these non-verbal requests for as long as he could, realizing that Dion was just enduring a novice’s impatience, before he finally gave in to Dion’s demands. Trey increased his vacuum-like suction and doubled his pace, in an effort to provide Dion the relief he sought. When Dion finally erupted, he produced much more cum than Trey had ever received from him on their previous encounters. For a minute, Trey began to wonder if his balls would ever stop producing the slightly watery mixture, but eventually even this came to an end. When Dion collapsed onto the bed after this mind-blowing release, the other two young men were already lying on the mattress, still panting and enjoying the lingering memories of their own experiences.

Once the boys recovered completely, they decided they would all sleep together that evening too. They put Pat in the middle of the cookie, to show him their appreciation for suggesting this excellent encounter, and they cuddled and spooned together until morning. When the time finally came to awaken, the boys wished each other good morning, before exchanging another round of thanks for a wonderful time, the night before.