The Castaway Hotel - 2 - 7. Chapter 7 - Let The Good Times Roll

After I drove to the house, I told all the boys to go inside and get busy, except for Pat. I was going to take him down to the home improvement store, so we could pick out the items for his room.

“I talked to my contractor earlier,” I told him, “and he said he could start on your room by the middle of next week. That means you’ll probably be spending a week or more in Ricky’s room before it’s done. Do you have any problems with that?”

“I don’t, if Ricky doesn’t,” Pat confirmed.

“Don’t worry, he won’t,” I replied. “He spends most of his time in with the other two anyway.”

Once we arrived at the store, Pat and I went in and Pat quickly picked a paper pattern that depicted sailboats gliding across a crystal clear lake. It was really attractive and very peaceful looking and I suggested we do the upper half of the room in that and the bottom in a wood paneling, similar to what the other boys had done. He agreed and selected a medium oak paneling for the bottom half, which was considerably lighter than what the other pair had used. I left the two sample names for my contractor with the salesperson at the business counter. We had done this before, so I knew it wouldn’t be a problem. Now that we were finished, Pat and I went home.

“Thanks,” Pat said as soon as the van’s doors had closed. “I can’t believe you’re doing all of this just for me.”

“Why not?” I asked. “Why should you have any less than anyone else?”

“I’m just not used to people wanting to do things just for me,” he admitted. “Most of the time people just wanted something FROM me or they wanted me to stay out of their way. Thank you for being so nice.”

“The reason I agreed to take in boys in the first place was so I could help them. That’s all I’m doing for you. It’s not that big a deal,” I explained.

“Maybe not to you, but it sure is for me,” Pat countered. “So, thank you.”

This discussion could have lasted forever, so I just decided to leave it at that. I reached over and squeezed his shoulder, which caused him to turn in his seat and smile at me in return. “Next, you will have to decide if you want a single or double bed in the room,” I informed him. “We need to get you a bed anyway, because there is none in there, so you decide which would be best for you.”

I pulled in the driveway and Pat didn’t get out right away. Instead, he looked over at me and spoke. “I’ve made a decision,” he announced.

“About the bed?”

“No. It’s about something much more important,” he stated, which caught me slightly off guard. “I’d like to try calling you ‘Dad,’ like the other boys do, if that’s all right with you.”

“I would love that,” I admitted, feeling overjoyed that he had made his decision so quickly. “Thank you. I feel very honored you are going to try that, but you still have the option to change your mind later, if you want,” I added, sensing from his words that he might not be completely committed to the idea.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” he countered. “I think I’m lucky Judge Shay brought me here, rather than taking me somewhere else. You already treat me better than either of my mother or father did, when I lived with them, and I really feel you deserve to be called Dad more than my father ever did. At least I can tell you care about me. You proved that when we talked about why I got so angry when the boys were naked that first night. It made me realize you cared about what was bothering me and wanted me to be happy. I even get the feeling you want me to be here, more than either of my parents ever did when I was with them, especially since you’ve let me fix up my room the way I want it. I don’t think I’ll ever forget how good you’ve made me feel.”

I was too choked up to respond. Pat jumped out and ran around to my side, so he could give me a hug before we entered the house. I was moved by his gesture and hugged him back.

Kevin came to greet me, as soon as I got to the foyer. “Dad, some lawyer from Miami called for you a little while ago and said he’d call back later to speak with you.”

“A lawyer? From Miami?” I asked, bewildered. “I have no idea what that would be about. Did he say when he’d call?”

“No, he just said he’d call later,” Kevin informed me, so I continued to wonder what this lawyer might want.

While contemplating the situation, I set about fixing dinner, which took about thirty minutes, followed by another forty minutes for it to cook. When it was ready, I called the boys and we sat down to eat. During dinner, Pat excitedly told the boys about the things he had picked out for his room and I informed Ricky he would most likely have to stay with Cole and Graham for up to two weeks, which drew high-fives from the trio. The boys were just starting to clean up the mess, when the phone rang. I quickly announced that I’d get it.

“Hello.”

“Hello. May I speak to Mr. Joshua Currie?” the voice on the other end asked.

“This is he,” I informed him.

“Mr. Currie, my name is Louis Kaufman,” the man explained. “I’m an attorney and the executor of the will for one Jacob Goldman.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know anyone by that name,” I informed him, almost apologetically.

“I realize that, sir, and I’m willing to explain to you what I know about him,” the attorney countered. “Mr. Goldman was a Holocaust survivor as a child and moved to the states after the war, still a young boy. When he grew older, he married, started a business and became very wealthy. He and his wife never had any children, because his experience in the death camps had left him unable to produce sperm. His wife passed away several years ago and Mr. Goldman had no other living relatives, since most of them had perished during the war.

“About a week after he read about you and your family in some publication, he asked me to change his will and name you as the principal beneficiary of his fortune. He told me he admired what you were doing, and after seeing so much evil and hatred in the world, he wanted to help make it possible for you to do more for your boys and give you the option of taking in even more young men, over the coming years. After reading about what you’d already accomplished and seeing the pictures of how happy the boys were with you, he knew you were providing them with a loving and caring environment in which to grow. When Mr. Goldman passed away, I calculated the value of his estate and your share of it will come to just over five million dollars, after taxes.”

I nearly fell over and dropped the phone. Dustin saw me and came running over to grab me and yelled to Danny to get a chair from the dining room. I managed to sit down and could hear Mr. Kaufman speaking loudly into the phone. “Mr. Currie… Mr. Currie… Hello… Are you still there?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kaufman, but I was just a little overwhelmed by your news,” I admitted. “Did I hear you correctly? Did you just tell me I would be getting a little over five million dollars… after taxes?”

The boys’ eyes lit up and their mouths dropped toward the floor. “Yes, you heard me correctly. If you wouldn’t mind, I’ll be sending an associate with a bank check made payable to you, along with some other paperwork I need for you to sign. Just tell me when and where you’d be willing to meet this individual, to complete the transaction.”

Once the shock wore off, we went over the remainder of the details and everything was set. I hung up the phone and was immediately barraged by questions from the boys.

“What was that about five million dollars?” Danny asked.

“Where are you getting that kind of money from?” Dustin followed.

“Are we going to have to move to Miami to get it?” Ricky wondered.

“What’s that going to mean for us?” Pat asked, worried. “You’re still going to let us live here with you, aren’t you?”

Many other questions followed those and I answered them all, honestly and the best I could. I told them about the money, where it came from and why it had been given to us. I assured them we weren’t going to move or do anything differently, but added the money would ensure we’d be able to afford to take in as many other boys who also needed our help. I also informed them that a portion of this money would added to their mutual fund account, to pay their college expenses or give them a decent start, once they were on their own.

The boys were quite excited about our windfall, yet also relieved that our lives would not change drastically because of it. I think they were comforted by my commitment to try to maintain the same degree of togetherness and happiness we had enjoyed up until now.

Over the remainder of the evening, I was barely able to keep a lid on everyone’s enthusiasm and their speculation about how we might spend some of this newfound wealth. It took me hours, before I finally was able to get them to settle down. When I sent them off to bed, I closed up the house and went up behind them. This news had also exhausted me and I was looking to rest up from the excitement.

As I was going to my room, I noticed that the door to the jungle room was closed, something that rarely ever happened. I immediately realized they were either cooking up some plan for the morning or they were doing a little experimenting. I put my ear to the door and quickly determined it was the latter, so I went on down the hall, performed my nightly ritual and jumped into bed.

* * * *

Ricky, Cole, and Graham had gone up to their room and hopped into bed. Before long, Graham spoke up. “How come you guys never want to do anything with me?”

“We do everything with you,” Cole answered.

“I mean in bed at night, you know… the sex things,” Graham announced. “Is it because I’m not cut?”

Cole and Ricky looked at each other. “No, that wouldn’t make a difference,” Ricky told him. “I’ve done stuff with Jay and he isn’t cut either. It’s just that we weren’t sure you wanted to do anything like that. You never seemed like you were interested whenever we talked about doing things and Cole and I don’t do it very often. Sometimes we sneak into one of the bathrooms to fool around for a while or we do it in here, after you’ve fallen asleep. Not up the butt, though.”

“I wasn’t always asleep,” Graham informed them, letting the other pair know they weren’t as clever as they’d thought. “Can we do something tonight?” he followed.

“Sure,” Ricky told him. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” Graham admitted. “I’ve never done more than touch Cole’s dicky.” Ricky snorted, after hearing Graham refer to Cole’s penis as a ‘dicky.’

“Well, do you ever beat your meat?” Ricky asked him, trying to get an idea of how much he did on his own. When he saw the confused look on Graham’s face, he knew it probably wasn’t much. “You know, play with yourself… jerk off?”

“You mean rub my dicky?” Graham asked, for clarification.

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. Do you do that?” Ricky continued.

“Sometimes,” Graham admitted.

“Can you shoot?” Ricky pressed.

“Shoot what?” Graham countered, befuddled.

“Shoot white stuff out of your wiener,” Ricky clarified. “If you’ve been awake at night and must have seen what we were doing, so you should have seen some of that.”

“It was too dark and I didn’t want you to know I was really awake,” Graham replied, “but I don’t think I can do that,” he added, while looking more than a little confused.

“Okay, then we’ll find that out first,” Ricky informed him. “Lie back and we’ll see what you can do. Cole, you can suck on his tits while I jerk him off. We’ll see how he likes that before we do anything else.”

Graham reclined against the pillows on his bed, with Cole on his left and Ricky on his right. Cole bent over his brother and started to work on his left nipple while Ricky began to lick around his navel. Graham was very ticklish and began to giggle, but his little soldier popped right to attention. Ricky reached down with his right hand and began to fondle his nut sac and stiff penis, gently stroking the area to give him maximum enjoyment.

At this point, Graham’s movements stopped being a reaction to the tickling sensations and, instead, became an instinctive response to what the others were doing. Graham was now thrusting his groin up to meet Ricky’s downward strokes, in an effort to encourage his friend to continue what he was doing. After a few minutes of using his tongue and fondling Graham’s testicles, Ricky wrapped his thumb and first two fingers around Graham’s little boner and began to pump it up and down. The foreskin on Graham’s little rod slid back and forth, allowing his dark pink head to pop in and out, as the stimulation continued. Little squeaking sounds also began to emanate from Graham’s throat and his body began to undulate beneath the attention of his two bedmates.

Cole had moved his head over, so he could work on Graham’s right nipple, eagerly licking and sucking the little nub, before gently nibbling that erect little piece of flesh. Graham squealed from delight as his brother worked on his chest, but the best was yet to come. Ricky was now pumping faster on Graham’s erection and his boy hips were bouncing up and down off the bed in pure joy. After a couple more minutes of this intense stimulation, Graham’s body stiffened, he arched his back toward the ceiling and the first spurts of a watery liquid shot from the head of his cock.

Ricky didn’t let up, though, and kept pumping away at Graham’s dribbling hose. Three more droplets of his immature seed burst from the tiny slit at the end of his penis and soon there were small puddles of this liquid forming on his stomach and covering the few scattered hairs surrounding the base of his shaft. Graham was still breathing heavily, in rapid, shallow breaths, when his back started to relax and his butt fell back against the bed. Ricky and Cole smiled at their young partner, as they watched him enjoy the afterglow from his recent ejaculation.

When Graham regained his senses, he merely reached his arms out to his side, grabbed his two brothers by the waist and he pulled them toward himself. “Thanks, that was awesome.”

“We would have done that for you before, if we’d known you wanted it,” Cole told him.

“Yeah, we didn’t think you were ready yet,” Ricky added. “You never let on at all that you might want to do this and we didn’t want to push you into anything, if you weren’t interested.”

“Well, I am now and I want to do it more with you guys,” Graham announced, quite boldly.

“No problem,” Ricky told him. “What would you like to do next?”

“Can I do that to you?” Graham asked, his eyes wide with hope.

“Sure!” Cole chirped. “Who do you want to do it with?”

“Both of you,” Graham answered, eagerly. “First I’ll do it with you and then Ricky. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that will be fine,” Ricky answered, with Cole shaking his head energetically up and down.

The boys quickly switched positions on the bed, so Cole was lying down, with Graham on his right and Ricky on his left. This time Ricky got to work on Cole’s breast, so Graham could play with his dick. Graham didn’t waste any time reaching out, rubbing and stroking Cole’s groin. He let his small hands run all around the scrotum, squeezing the entire thing in his palm before he began to finger and explore the testicles separately. When he was satisfied with his manipulation of that area, he ran his fingers up and around the shaft, through the small bush of pubic hairs and all over his abdomen. Finally, Graham’s small hand wrapped around the fleshy tube and began to stroke it up and down.

“Your wiener feels different than mine, without the extra skin,” he explained.

“I know what you mean,” Ricky responded. “I thought the same thing, the first time I did this with Jay. It was different, but still nice.”

“Yes. I’m not saying it’s bad, it’s just not the same,” Graham affirmed.

Graham went back to stroking his brother’s stiffy and Cole was enjoying the feeling of his brother’s small, warm hand as it squeezed his penis lightly, while gliding up and down his shaft. It didn’t take very long before Cole’s body stiffened, his penis swelled in Graham’s palm and strings of his white, creamy cum bolted from his pulsing member. Graham started stroking even faster as he watched the sticky liquid shoot from his brother’s mast, until Cole had to reach down and grab Graham’s arm, to prevent him from continuing, since his penis was becoming a little sore from Graham’s frantic pumping.

“That was fun,” Graham chirped, excitedly. “Come on, Ricky. I want to do that to you now.”

“Hold on there sport,” Ricky answered him. “We need to give Cole a chance to recover first.”

“Okay,” Graham said, while looking a little disappointed about the delay. It was obvious he had enjoyed what he had just done and wanted to continue without wasting any more time. He understood what Ricky was telling him, though, and thought back to how he had also taken a few minutes to rest after he shot his load. Patiently, he stretched out next to Cole and waited.

Cole was slowly coming out of his blissful afterglow when he reached out, grabbed Graham and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

“Thanks, little bro. That was great and I’ll do it with you again, anytime you want.” Graham blushed from the suddenness of Cole’s affection and then smiled at his older brother, appreciatively. They were now a little closer to each other than they had been before.

Within a minute or two the boys had switched positions once more, with Ricky lying on the bed, Cole on his left and Graham on his right. Graham was making sure he was going to get to do the same thing to Ricky that he had just done to Cole, especially since Ricky’s pecker was a little bigger than his brother’s. Ricky’s body had barely hit the mattress when Graham’s hand shot out and began rubbing and grabbing at Ricky’s rigid mast. Graham’s exploration was more hurried than it was with Cole and there seemed to be a greater urgency to his movements.

“Slow down, Graham,” Ricky chided him. “I’m not going anywhere and you can take all the time you need. Just take it easy, so I can enjoy this too.”

“Sorry,” Graham replied meekly. “It’s just so much fun that I wanted to get going. But you’re right and I’ll go slower now.”

Having said that, Graham took his trembling, hot, little hand and began to massage Ricky’s ball bag and manipulate the watery orbs within. Ricky sighed loudly and tried to encourage his younger partner. “That’s it. That feels great. Oooooooh yeah, keep that up. That’s fantastic.”

Graham smiled because of Ricky’s comments and it encouraged him to play with Ricky’s gonads longer than he had originally planned. Eventually he brought his hand up and wrapped it around Ricky’s granite pole and began to stroke it up and down. Ricky was enjoying the touch of the satiny soft skin of Graham’s palm and the tender, yet firm, hold he had on his pole. Ricky sprawled back and enjoyed the dual manipulations from his young partners and reveled in the warm waves of feelings that were bathing his body from their attention. He silently hoped this experience would last for a very long time, but it was only a few minutes later when he started to recognize that all-familiar tingle building in his loins, which would soon consume every fiber of his being. When the sensations became too strong to hold back any longer, his love muscle exploded, sending streams of spunk spewing from the gasping lips of the tiny slit that opened from his crown. Graham was more aware not to overdo it this time, but he still milked Ricky’s cock until every drop of his cream had been drained from his boyhood.

The three boys kissed, hugged and thanked each other for the wonderful feelings they had just given to one another. After cleaning up a bit, they slipped under the sheet and cuddled like a pack of newborn puppies. Cole and Ricky made sure that Graham was in between them and wrapped their arms and legs over and around his body, making him realize he was the focal point of this group embrace. The boys slept well that night, with hardly any movement between the three of them, and their dreams were filled with pleasant thoughts about future encounters with each other.

Even though this had been Graham’s initial experience of being touched and touching someone else during a sexual act, he was already dreaming of many more sessions. He was looking forward doing the same things, and even different stuff, with these two and maybe even with some things with his older brothers. The bug had bitten and it would be hard to satisfy the curiosity he now felt about the male body.