The Castaway Hotel - 9 - 21. Chapter 21 - Wil and Marcos

We went into the theater, took our seats and then waited for the performance to begin. While we sat there, the boys eagerly looked through the programs, so they could get a feel for what this show was about. Wil and Marcos quickly explained they had never been to a musical before and were looking forward to the experience.

When the show finally began, I think some of the boys were confused and wondering if we were in the right place, since many of the characters were puppets, controlled by people on stage. This was highly reminiscent of the ‘Sesame Street’ shows on TV and the setting was a rundown street, somewhere in NYC. As we later discovered, short animated clips were also used to highlight portions of the storyline and the live characters and puppets interacted with each other and sang throughout the performance. From the start, it was also apparent the characters were in their twenties and thirties and facing adult problems. This was demonstrated by the use of profanity and themes such as racism, pornography and homosexuality, so everyone quickly settled down and began to enjoy the show.

I soon became obvious that the boys were really getting a kick out of some of the songs, such as it ‘It Sucks to Be Me,’ ‘The Internet is for Porn’ and ‘Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist.’ Then later, when the show displayed puppet nudity and puppet sex, the boys were totally enthralled, but there was much more to the show than that. There were times during the performance when the boys were also deeply touched and moved by the scenes. One of these happened when Nicky reassured Rod he wouldn’t have a problem accepting his sexuality in the song, ‘If You Were Gay,’ even though Rod got defensive and denied he was gay. I think that struck a chord deep within many of them.

Overall, it was a wonderful performance and we all got quite a few good belly laughs out of it. I had no doubt that each of them was glad we had attended, since I saw so many happy and smiling faces as we exited the theater. I was also barraged by a chorus of ‘thank you for taking us to see it,’ so I had no doubt the stop had been a complete success. The boys were still talking about it and trying to remember the lyrics to some of the tunes as we got on the bus and the driver seemed amused by the way they were carrying on. Wil and Marco sat behind Jake and me, because they wanted to chat with us some more.

The duo then proceeded to tell us, in glowing terms, how much they had enjoyed the performance and joked that their parents would have been horrified if they had witnessed the same show. After saying this and noting my expression, the brothers assured me their parents would never know they had seen it while they were here, so I needn’t worry. They thanked me several times for the experience and then went on to tell us a little bit more about themselves and their view of Nick’s time with them.

“Nick was always quite sexy and taught us much,” Wil noted. “I didn’t believe him at first, when he told us that you allowed him, and the rest of your sons, to do things like that. Nick said you didn’t mind, as long as everyone was willing and they took precautions, but we had our doubts, until he showed us one of your emails. You are an unusual, but wonderful, parent. At least my brother and I think so.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” I told them, “and I do give the boys some leeway with such things. However, you should also know that Nick’s not the same young man he was when he stayed with you in Brazil. He has changed since his return; especially after he learned he’d been careless and picked up a couple of diseases.

“Yes, we know,” Marcos agreed. “We’ve read his emails and spoken with him many times and he has told us about that. It is hard for us to believe Nick isn’t that way any longer, but he did give us a scare when he first called and told us we needed to be tested. Our parents were quite upset, even though we told them we’d all been with the same girl, because my parents do not believe in sex before marriage.”

“I can see where that would create a problem,” I concurred, “so I hope you didn’t get into too much trouble.”

“A little, but Wil and I know how to handle our parents,” Marcos confessed. “It works most of the time and did this time as well, except it took two days or more before they began to calm down.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I confirmed. “I’d hate to think Nick or I had caused problems between you and your parents.” They assured me, once again, that wasn’t the case, so we began talking about other things, until we reached our next stop, a short time later.

Our next destination was Ellis Island and I quickly explained to Wil and Marcos how this was the first stop for many of the immigrants that came to the United States. They seemed quite intrigued by that fact and were looking forward to seeing more. Surprisingly, all the boys wanted to go with us again, so we took the short boat ride to get there.

Both boys asked a myriad of questions as we wandered around and looked at the various photos. I think they were wondering what it might have been like if their family had also decided to move to the U.S. during this same time frame and considered what their lives might have been like now, if they had. Due to our time constraints, it was a whirlwind tour, but I think they got to see as much as they wanted. When we finished there and took the short trip back on the boat, we hopped back on the bus and set off for home.

During the remainder of the journey, Wil and Marcos sat with the other boys and got to know them better. They all shared stories about their lives and past, and no one seemed inhibited about relaying even some of the seemingly embarrassing tidbits. This might have been because Nick had told Wil and Marcos so much about us when he was down there, and then filled our family in about them after he returned. Regardless of the reason, they all seemed to be getting along gloriously, while getting to know each other better.

Once Wil and Marcos had moved back to join the others, Jesse and Andrew made their way forward to sit with Jake and me. Jesse squeezed past Jake and climbed on to my lap, while Andrew wiggled his way onto Jake’s.

“Daddy, that show was funny,” Jesse told me. “Rod and Nicky were like Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street and Trekkie Monster was like Cookie Monster. I’m not sure, but I think Kate Monster was supposed to be like Elmo, but they all said bad words and did nasty things.”

“Yes, they did, Jesse, so I hope you don’t start doing that too,” I offered, which drew a horrified look in return.

“I’d never say those words, Daddy,” he assured me, “so you don’t have to worry. Andrew and I do some things like they did though, but you said it was okay. Right?”

“Yes, honey, as long as you only do them with Andrew,” I confirmed.

After that, both boys went on and on about the show, the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. Jesse apparently had a blast, and this became quite evident from listening to his rambling dialogue and watching the way he carried on now. He was fun to listen to, comical to watch and it was a pleasure to know he had enjoyed himself so much. Andrew and Jesse also informed me they had stayed with Dustin most of the time and he explained things to them, so I knew I’d have to thank Dustin later for doing that. This pair really looked up to Dustin and he seemed to like the responsibility of taking care of them too. It was nice to see they had bonded in this fashion and it took a load off my shoulders, since I was trying to entertain and inform our guests about the places we’d visited.

The bus made one brief stop on the way back, so we could grab dinner, and then the driver went non-stop until we reached the bus terminal. After moving Wil and Marcos things from the bus to our vehicles, Jake and I drove the rest of the way home.

We were in store for another mild surprise when we arrived at the house, when the boys informed us about the sleeping arrangements. Wil asked if it would be all right if he spent the night with Danny and Brandon, while Marcos asked if I’d mind if he stayed with Little Ricky. I had been prepared to put them up in the guest room, but obviously their hormones and the conversation on the ride back had produced better options for them. I had no problem with this, so I gave their arrangements my blessing, after reminding my sons about the rule – condoms were a must.

We were also amused when the pair strolled downstairs after their showers and paraded around in the buff. I guess when Nick was there he had told him the boys did this nearly every night, so after the other boys had confirmed Nick’s story, Wil and Marcos must have felt it would be alright to join in the fun. Each of the pair was quite well hung and uncut. Being uncut didn’t come as a surprise to me, since they came from Brazil, but Nick had forgotten to mention that other asset. Wil and Marcos even spent some time chatting with Jake and me in the family room. Neither boy seemed to be bothered in the least that they were naked and we weren’t, but eventually they bid us good night and went upstairs.

Marcos and Little Ricky didn’t waste any time getting started, once the door to their room closed. It was apparent the boys had talked this out on the bus and agreed as to what they were going to do, so they got right to it. After an initial exploration of each other’s body, they swung around into the sixty-nine position and were soon nodding up and down on each other’s engorged member.

Little Ricky took great delight in skinning back Marcos foreskin and teasing his sensitive head with his tongue. Marcos also seemed to be enjoying the attention, as he was moaning quite loudly, whenever he wasn’t making little throaty gurgles and coos. Little Ricky had done this often enough by now that he was getting quite good at it and had enough experience with uncircumcised cocks to know what he needed to do to please the owner. He playfully gnawed at the excess foreskin, as he kept rolling it back and forth in his mouth, and when he finally swallowed Marcos shaft, he continued to thrill Marcos with his constant swallowing. Whenever he did this, it sent little waves of pleasure radiating through Marcos penis, before causing shivers to run up and down his spine.

Little Ricky continued the swallowing as he ran his tongue around the firm mast and soon had Marcos on the brink of orgasm. Little Ricky noticed the signs and backed off briefly, since he didn’t want Marcos to cum before Marcos had brought him to the same point. During the interim, Little Ricky slid down and began to nibble on Marcos’ scrotum, before bathing it with his tongue and pulling his watery orbs into his mouth, so he could suck on them gently. By the time Little Ricky had re-swallowed his rod, Marcos was thoroughly prepared to erupt and it was going to happen soon.

When Little Ricky felt Marcos’ penis begin to stiffen even more, he knew Marcos was ready to cum, so he shoved a finger into Marco’s rectum and quickly massaged his prostate. This caused Marcos to explode in a powerful climax and flood Little Ricky’s mouth with his boy cream. Little Ricky had been prepared for this to happen and swallowed the juices eagerly, since he was never offended when offered this sweet nectar as a reward for his efforts.

When Little Ricky had first taken Marcos into his mouth, Marcos did the same to him. Even though Nick had possessed the first circumcised penis Marcos had ever seen, he was no longer preoccupied with exploring the differences and merely went to work on his partner. After licking Little Ricky’s marvelous pole and nut-sack with his tongue, Marcos swallowed Little Ricky’s dick and began bobbing up and down on it. While he did so, he also massaged Little Ricky’s balls, which Little Ricky appreciated. Marcos was doing an admirable, although not quite excellent, job of orally stimulating Little Ricky and it would elicit the desired results.

Marcos did his best to apply pressure with his lips and as much suction as he could generate, as he worked on Little Ricky’s boyhood. He was going at quite a quick pace and his efforts were working well on Little Ricky. His concentration was broken only once, when he gave in to the body shaking orgasm he enjoyed due to Little Ricky’s efforts, and then he returned to concentrate on what he was doing, until he brought Little Ricky off as well. Little Ricky’s orgasm wasn’t quite as explosive as the one Marcos had experienced, but it was nonetheless enjoyable and both boys were more than satisfied when it was over.

In the room down the hall, Danny was the one to break the ice, once they were inside. “Okay, it’s your choice,” he informed Wil. “What would you like to do?”

“What if I get in the middle and one of you can get behind me and the other in front,” he suggested. “Then tomorrow night you two can switch places and we can do the same thing.”

“Ah, a little monkey in the middle,” Danny observed, but this confused Wil, so Danny had to explain to him what he meant by that statement. Once this had been accomplished, Wil got on all fours, with Danny behind him and Brandon in front.

Expertly and slowly, Danny slipped his sheathed shaft into Wil, until Wil’s rectum was completely stuffed. After giving him a short time to adapt to it, Danny began gradually rocking backward, as he slowly slipped in and out of Wil’s warm, moist tunnel. Over the next couple of minutes gradually worked into a nice, steady rhythm, and once he was satisfied with how he was doing, Danny looked over at Brandon, to see what was going on at the other end.

Danny quickly noted that Brandon had knelt down in front of Wil, so Wil could begin working on his dangling penis, an appendage Danny knew very well. Tenderly, Wil had licked the sleeping beast until it awoke and sprang to life. Once he had its full attention, he let it slowly enter his warm oral cavern, until he swallowed it down to the root. Then, as Danny thrust and withdrew from behind, Wil matched Danny’s rhythm and pace, as he slid up and down Brandon’s firm and glorious member.

Together, the trio worked its way through a slow ascent, like a rocket blasting off and slowly lifting to reach the heavens, until Danny ignited the afterburners and propelled them into a mighty and wondrous explosion of sexual delight. Danny and Brandon each saw stars, as they climbed higher and higher, until the lights blurred and faded, as they came down from their sexual release.

Once both boys had sufficiently recovered from this delightful journey, the noticed that Wil remained as wooden as ever, since he had not enjoyed a similar release. In order to correct the situation, Brandon slipped a condom over Wil’s leaking spigot, got on his back and pulled his legs tightly against his chest, so Wil could take him. As Wil was gracefully sliding into position and tenderly pushing against Brandon’s resilient, but yielding ring, Danny slid beside his lover and began to kiss him and explore his upper body.

Together, the pair worked Brandon into another exquisite high, as Wil slowly catapulted to his own explosive climax. After Wil launched his creamy projectiles and sent them shattering against the walls of the prophylactic, it was obvious the fortress had been successfully breached and his mission accomplished, Wil then withdrew and left Brandon panting, satisfied and fulfilled. Brandon happily told Wil he had been totally pleased with his effort and the three boys agreed they were also looking forward to repeating this performance the following evening.

Completely satisfied, the trio settled in for some rest. Wil wanted an outside position, so Brandon agreed to sleep between his lover and the young man that had just given him so much satisfaction and pure bliss. They slept well until the following morning, when they sauntered downstairs to replenish their empty fuel tanks.

Once the boys had finished eating, I asked Wil and Marcos if they wanted to join us for church, since I knew they were Roman Catholic. Without hesitation, they said they would love to, so we all got ready and drove down to our local house of worship. The college boys were all greeted back warmly by the other parishioners and then we introduced Wil and Marcos to everyone that came over to see us.

When we took our seats for the service, we managed to take up two whole pews in the process. Marcos and Wil kept kneeling and crossing themselves, to our amusement, although they tried valiantly to break themselves of those habits. It was difficult for either young man to end years of ingrained habit, but no one said anything to either and we all listened carefully to the sermon.

After the final benediction, I took everyone out to brunch, as usual, and by the time we got home, the boys took Wil and Marcos around to see the rest of our small community. A little later, the boys returned and ask Jake and I to join them for what they wanted to do next. They intended to go down to the high school soccer field and play a pickup game, so Jake and I agreed to go and be the goalies. This meant the score would be very high, since neither Jake nor I had the reflexes to compare with their ability, but the boys loved the idea that we were going to play too.

We placed Wil and Marcos on opposite teams and then divided up the others, according to their ability level. As soon as the game started, it quickly became clear that Wil and Marcos were quite good, at least as far as we were concerned. They later told us they were only average, or slightly above, when compared to others their age in Brazil, but it didn’t really matter. All of the boys were continually racing up and down the field dribbling, passing and shooting, and the final score ended up seven to six, with Marcos team winning. Regardless of the score, we all had a great time.

Before I went to bed that night, I check my email and discovered I had received something new from Frankie. I opened it immediately.

Dad,

Wow, I am still learning a lot from the new guy and things are really so much better now. I’m glad you’re okay with me staying here longer, because I’m really learning a lot from him. He really thinks more like I do and I know I’m going to learn even more from him, as long as we’re working together.

How’s everything at home? I can’t believe Dion got a girl pregnant, but I’m glad you’re going to help them keep the baby. How is Uncle Jake? I hope he’s feeling better now and I’m glad the doctors could help him take care of his problem. I miss all of you so very much and can’t wait to see you again. Please write and let me know what’s going on there, because I know you’re all probably staying very busy.

Anyway, I don’t have much else to say this time, so I’ll end this here. Just wanted to let you know things were so much better here, because I know my earlier emails had you concerned about what was going on. Don’t worry about me, because things are fine now.

Take care and I love you all,
Frank

That was truly a more upbeat email and I wrote him back immediately and filled him in about everything that had gone on since I had last written. Hopefully, he’ll get a kick out of some of it.

Over the course of the next week, the boys entertained the brothers and took them around various places in the local area, including a couple of state parks. Everyone was getting along really well and spending nearly all of their time as one large pack. Sometime, Nick and Wil would take turns playing Nick’s guitar and the rest of the boys would sing along with the tune they were playing. That was unless Wil was playing a Brazilian song, and then only Nick, Marcos and he would sing, because it would be in Portuguese. The songs were still quite catchy and those three tried to teach the others some of the lyrics, with varying success. Even Andrew and Jesse seemed to enjoy hanging around the older boys and no one said anything about them joining in on any of the fun. I think they were also turning into a couple of tough little shits during this period, because of the playful abuse their brothers would dish out to them.

I had asked Wil and Marcos where they’d like for us to go on our next outing, while we were traveling home from NY City. I gave them the choice between Philadelphia and Washington, D.C. and both boys agreed they’d prefer to go to D.C. Therefore, I made all the appropriate arrangements and we planned to go there this coming weekend. Nick’s parents were flying in to join us, so they could see Nick’s host brothers again. They had met Wil and Marcos on their trip to Brazil, and would land in Pittsburgh on Thursday night to join us. They would then rent a car and drive to our place and stay in our guest room, since it was unused at this time. Wil and Marcos were staying upstairs with the boys, occasionally moving from one room to another, as the spirit and the sexual urges moved them.

I think everyone was getting excited about this trip and I was once again surprised that all the boys were excited about going with us. Most of them had visited D.C. on previous trips, and some of them had even been there twice, but it didn’t seem to dampen their desire or enthusiasm about going again. Jesse was the only one of my family that had never been there before, and possibly Little Ricky. I’m not sure if he went on that second trip with us either. I think the fact that the others wanted to do this had just as much to do with whom they’d be going with, as where they’d be going.

Nick was excited that his parents would be joining us too and both of his host brothers were eager to see Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence again. In fact, all of my family was looking forward to seeing Mike and Julie as well and I was eager to introduce them to Jesse. I’m sure they’re going to get a kick out of watching him too, since everything we do is a new adventure for him. He was so damn enthusiastic and excitable when we went to NYC and a total joy to watch. Seeing him like that certainly brought back many memories of the other boys and how they had also reacted, each time we went someplace new.

Mike and Julie Lawrence arrived at our house around dinnertime Thursday night, which worked out perfectly. I had made reservations at our favorite restaurant again and we drove everyone down there to eat. It was a lovely gathering filled with great conversation. The Lawrence sat across from Jake and I, with Nick on one side of them and the Brazilian brothers on the other. Jake and I were sandwiched between our two young bookends, Andrew and Jesse, again, but it worked out quite well.

After the meal, we went back to the house and I explained to the Lawrences what we had planned. We’d be leaving very early Saturday morning for the nation’s capital, so they would have the entire next day to rest up and spend time with Nick, Wil and Marcos. The Lawrences seemed pleased with our plans and admitted they had never been to Washington before, but had always wanted to see it in person. I told them that would work out fine and we’d take them to all the major attractions, which excited them.

The rest of the night was very calm and we spent a great deal of time listening to Nick and Wil play the guitar, while the rest of us sang along. It seemed to be a favorite pastime for the boys right now and we were happy to join in the fun.

We let the Lawrences spend most of Friday with Nick and his host brothers, although we did do some things together from time to time. Overall, though, it was their time to spend with the boys, without any interruptions or interference. I know they appreciated it, since Mike and Julie each went out of their way to tell us so later in the evening. I merely explained they went out of their way to get here, so it was the least we could do. After all, the rest of us would have many other days to spend with them.

As Friday drew to a close, I warned everyone that we’d be leaving the house by 4:00 the next morning, so we could get to the terminal and board our bus. Even though they’d still be able to sleep on the bus, I suggested they might want to get as much sleep as they could tonight as well, so they wouldn’t be tired out as we walked around all the various monuments. I think nearly everyone heeded my advice, because the house grew very quiet over the next twenty or thirty minutes and I didn’t hear many sounds, until my alarm went off at 3:30.