Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 23:51:09 EST From: William Watts Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 16 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: *You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 16 - Problems to deal with. February 2000 Sunday, the boys played soccer outside all day. Kevin seemed fine and did everything he normally would but I was very concerned about his condition. I wish it were Monday so I could make the appointment. I made sure that I didn't let him know how worried I was, as I didn't want to alarm him further, but I monitored his activities the entire day. Monday morning, I called my doctor's office and they told me to bring Kevin in at 2:30. I called the high school and asked them to inform Kevin of his appointment and to please tell him that I would pick him up, in front of the school, at 2:00. I informed my secretary and the assistant principal and left a few minutes before two to pick Kevin up. He was waiting for me as planned. Other than hellos, nothing else was said during the ride. We checked in at the desk and waited to be summoned. When Kevin's name was called he reached his arm out to me. "You're coming with me, aren't you dad?" "Of course, if you want me to." He took my hand and I followed him into the examination room. The nurse had advised him to strip to his underwear and the doctor would be in shortly. Kevin did just that, then, he moved over to sit on my lap as we waited. After a few minutes the doctor arrived. We exchanged greetings and he had Kevin remove his briefs and lie on the examination table. The doctor examined his scrotum and looked at me. "There is a definite lump there. I'm going to order an ultrasound and blood tests to be done at the hospital, first thing tomorrow morning. That's the only way I can determine if this is testicular cancer or just a cyst." "What's the difference?" Kevin wanted to know. "A cyst is non-threatening, in most cases, and is caused by a build up in fluids. Sometimes they have to be removed but other times they may be left to run their course. Some will disappear over time." "But what if it's cancer?" Kevin continued. "Testicular cancer is most frequently found in males between the ages of 15 to 35, although it is not confined to that group. You are just about at the beginning edge of that prime group. If we discover that you do have testicular cancer, then, we will have to react quickly" "To do what?" The doctor looked at me and I nodded for him to answer Kevin's question. "If it is cancer, the testicle will have to removed. Don't be alarmed, though. If it should come to that, one will be more than enough to supply you with what you need or to make you a father." "Aren't there any other choices, doc?" "No, I'm afraid not. Anti-cancer drugs are not effective because they are not sufficiently absorbed by the testicles. An orchiectomy or the surgical removal of the testicle is the only way to deal with the problem. Tomorrow you will have an ultrasound and blood tests to help make the determination about which problem you suffer from and which course of action we shall follow. The ultrasound will let us see the growth, its size, shape and density. We'll be checking your blood for markers, in particular beta HCG and alphafetoprotein. These markers tend to indicate whether the growth is cancerous or not. Once we have this information, I can give you a more intelligent answer then." We thanked the doctor and he left the examination room. Kevin dressed quickly but I could read the concern on his face. I took him directly home, bypassing the option of either of us returning to school. He was very quiet during the ride and as we went into the house. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked him once we were inside. He nodded his head and we went into the living room. I sat down on the recliner and he sat on my lap. Suddenly, he burst into tears. I hugged him as I waited for him to calm down. "I'm scared dad. What if they have to cut off my balls.or more?" I pulled him to me, stroked his hair and kissed his head. "Shhh, baby. You'll be fine. Even if it is cancer, they'll only remove the one testicle. Many people live normal, healthy lives with only one. You've discovered this early enough so they won't have to do more. I'll be with you the whole time. I love you, Kevin. I'm here for you and I won't let you down." I kissed him some more and held him as tightly as I could. After a few minutes he regained his composure and he looked at me. "I love you, dad, and thank you. I knew I could count on you and you wouldn't let me down. I'm still a little scared but not as scared as I'd be if I didn't have you to help me." I kissed him, again, and hugged him some more. No further words were needed. A short time later, we went back to pick up the other boys. They wanted to know how Kevin was and I explained to them about tomorrow's tests. They were extremely supportive of their brother, offering to be there with him if he wanted them to, and they went out of their way to be extraordinarily nice to him that evening. Dustin never left his side. Kevin asked me if he could sleep with me that night and I agreed. This seemed to bother Dustin so I took him aside and spoke to him. I explained that, for tonight, Kevin needed his father not his lover or his friend. After a while, Dustin began to understand and he controlled his 'green monster'. Kevin clung to me the entire evening, acting as if I'd disappear if he relaxed his grip for even one second. I didn't actually sleep much that evening, only dozing occasionally for a few minutes at a time. I spent most of the evening holding on to Kevin, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. The next morning, I discovered that Kevin hadn't slept that well either, as he thanked me for everything little thing I had done. I had made arrangements for a friend to give the other boys a ride to school, as Kevin and I left early for the hospital. Kevin thought about having his brothers there with him but he thought their presence would make him more nervous. The staff on duty let me stay with Kevin throughout his tests and they told me my doctor would call us with the results. I took Kevin back to school, kissed him good-bye and told him that I'd let him know if I heard anything from the doctor. I went back to work and, just before the end of the day, I got a call from my doctor. He told me that the growth on Kevin's testicle appeared to be a cyst but he wanted to see him in a month to re-examine him and rerun the tests, for safety sake. I thanked him and decided that I'd tell Kevin after he finished his soccer practice. When it was time, I left my school to go and pick the boys up. When they were in the car, I spoke to Kevin. "The doctor called me a short time ago and told me that it looks like it is just a cyst. He said that he wants to see you in a month, to make sure." A huge smile flashed across Kevin's face as the weight of a thousand burdens was lifted off of his chest. He waited until we got home, however, before he started hugging everyone and jumping around. Things definitely improved from that point on. I did manage to tell him, though, how important it was that he had discovered that lump early. If it had turned out to be cancerous, the early detection could have made a big difference in how severe the problem might have become. I informed all of the boys that they should examine themselves regularly. The said they would but they wanted me to examine them, as well, for fear they might miss something on their own. Things quieted down after that and the time seemed to go by more quickly. School was going well and the boys were doing well with their soccer teams. The older four had won all three of the games they'd played while the younger boys' team was 1-1. Ricky and Jay had improved a great deal, with help from their brothers. Ricky had been moved to midfield, while Jay played striker. We were coming up to the Labor Day weekend and I wanted to talk with the boys about making plans for the holiday. "We've got a three day weekend coming up. I'm not sure what you boys are used to doing but I've got some ideas, if you're interested." "Sure, dad," Danny said. "What do you have in mind?" "Well, I had a couple of ideas to be precise. First, I thought we'd have some cookouts that weekend. We'll barbecue steaks on Saturday, chicken on Sunday and we'll have hamburgers and hot dogs on Monday." "That sounds good," Ricky added. "What's the other idea?" Dustin wanted to know. "I thought we'd have a birthday party." The boys looked at each other to see if any of them had a September birthday. "For whom?" Danny inquired. "None of us have a birthday coming up." "No but we did miss one. Kevin had his birthday just before he moved in. I don't think he ever got a chance to celebrate or enjoy it, however. I thought we could acknowledge his birthday a little late and throw a party for him over the weekend." Kevin looked at me and grinned. "Thanks, dad. I'd like that." "It's settled then. Kevin, do you have anyone you want to invite?" "Could I invite some of the guys from the soccer team?" "Most definitely. Brandon and Jay will most likely be here, anyways, and I'll invite Mrs. Swartout. You may invite whomever else you wish. Just let me know how many to expect. Do you want the party Sunday or Monday?" "I think Monday would be best," Kevin answered. "Monday it is. Let's say 12:00." The boys were excited and started planning activities for the party. The rest of the week went by quickly. Friday afternoon my secretary told me that I had a call from Sally Swarthout on line one. "Hi, Sally. You're coming to the party Monday, right?" "Yes, Josh, I am but that's not why I called. I have another problem that I hope you can help me with." "I'll see what I can do. What's your problem?" "Josh, I have a pair of brothers who need a home. I was hoping they could be the two newest guests at the Castaway Hotel. The police found them in their apartment this afternoon. The school alerted the authorities once the boys had missed several days of school and they couldn't be reached by other means. The police discovered that the boys had been abandoned and that they hadn't eaten since at least Wednesday. They're in my reception area and I was hoping that you might be able to take them in. The youngest is eleven and the older one will be thirteen in a less than two months." I thought for a minute and then I answered. "Sure, Sally. When do you want to bring them over?" "Could I drop them off at your office between 3:00 and 3:30?" "That would be fine. I'll see you then." I'm not sure that we were quite ready to add more to our brood but, as one of the boys said before, 'if someone out there needs our help then we'll help them'. So that's what we're going to do. A little after three, Sally arrived with the boys. My heart ached the minute I saw them. You could tell at first glance that they had not been eating well for some time. They were adorable but they looked so pathetic. They were not much more than a collection of skin and bones. "Mr. Currie this is Cole (indicating the older one) and this is Graham Van Cott." "Nice to meet you Cole, Graham," I said reaching out to shake their hands. Hesitantly, they offered their hands to me and I was careful not to crush their bony fingers. "We'll be leaving here shortly to pick up my other four sons. You'll meet them then and I think that you'll like them." They didn't respond but merely looked at me. "Boys, make yourself at home in my office while I walk Mrs. Swartout out to her car." They nodded and sat in the chairs. As I walked Sally out, she told me their story. It seems that they boys' father left when Cole was three or four and they hadn't seen or heard from him since. Their mother's boyfriend had been living with them for the past several months and the two of them left the boys alone and went out drinking Tuesday night. They never returned and the boys stayed in the apartment on their own. They ate whatever crumbs they could find but the home was totally empty of food. It seems that the mother and her boyfriend had been spending whatever money they had on themselves and on having a good time. She said that she had given the boys a sandwich when they first came in but that their stomachs were having trouble coping with food. I thanked her for the information and went back to get the boys. I led them out to the van, I strapped them into the front seat together and I went to pick up my soccer team. The four boys had puzzled expressions on their faces as they noticed the two newcomers in the front seat. They merely moved on and climbed into the back of the van. "Hi, dad," Kevin started. "Who are your new friends?" "Not new friends, boys, they're your new brothers. The older one is Cole and the younger one is Graham. We'll do the formal introductions when we get to the house." The boys all said a quick hello and we headed for our home. When we got there, I had to unbuckle my new sons and help them into the living room. When we got there, Cole sat next to me and I pulled Graham onto my lap. They both melted against my body. I introduced them to their new brothers but I could tell from their demeanor that they probably wouldn't remember anyone's names. Cole and Graham were weak and not totally with it. I held them to me for about an hour and I could tell the other boys were visibly shaken by the younger ones' physical condition. I fixed diner for everyone but I fixed soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for Cole and Graham. I knew that they probably wouldn't be able to handle the regular meal I had prepared for the rest of us. I explained the reason for the separate meals to the two boys, not wishing them to think that they weren't allowed to eat what they rest of us were eating. As they began to eat, I found myself having to help them at times. After dinner, I took them to the television room and we all sat down to watch a program on the tube. I had pulled both boys onto my lap trying to make them feel welcomed and comfortable. The other boys asked their new brothers to select what we were going to watch. It was then that I saw Cole and Graham surrender their first smiles, as they chose the program they wanted to watch. After we watched a couple of different shows, I took they boys up to the bathroom to clean them up. It was quite obvious that they hadn't been seen a bath or shower for some time and I didn't feel that they were strong enough to cleanse themselves. I sat one of them on the toilet seat and the other I held on to as he sat on the edge of the tub while I drew the water. When the tub was filled, I undressed Graham and, then, Cole and I placed them into the warm water. I called down for Ricky to come up and join us. "What do you need, dad?" "Ricky, seeing you're the smallest I need for you to get me two pair of your underpants and two tee-shirts for Cole and Graham. We'll have to run their clothes through the wash tomorrow." Ricky went and retrieved the underwear while I bathed the boys. Ricky set the items on the edge of the sink while I finished up. The water was filthy when I had finished but I discovered that the boys were more handsome than I had first thought. Once we had removed most of the dirt and fixed their hair they were quite becoming. I drained the tub and refilled it, to give them a final rinse. Cole was about 5' tall while Graham was 4'9". I could count every rib on both of their delicate bodies. Cole's hair had most likely been very blond when he was younger but it was darkening, now, as he got older. His hair was cut short and parted on the left. Graham had dark brown hair, quite thick and bushy and it was parted on the right. Both boys had brown eyes, a deep piercing kind of brown. My biggest surprised came when I inspected their boyhood. Cole had a very well formed 4 «" cut penis with a nice ring of blondish pubic hairs at its base, although there were a couple of bald patches mixed in. Graham's organ, on the other hand, was about 3 «" long, uncut and he had only a very few dark pubes resting on the top base of his prick. I found it highly unusual that one of the brothers was circumcised and the other was not. It would be a few weeks before I learned the reason for this. Cole later told me that his father had been in the military when they were born. Cole had been born at Ft. Dix, New Jersey but Graham had been born while they lived in Germany. Graham was born three weeks early, while their dad was on leave and they were all out sightseeing. When their mother began to have problems, they couldn't get back to the base in time, so Graham was born in a German hospital. Seeing circumcision is not as routine a procedure there, as it is in the states, Graham went uncircumcised and his parents opted not to have it done later. Thus, one was and one wasn't cut. After the bath, I dressed both of the boys. Ricky's underwear fit Cole quite well but it was loose on Graham's small frame and he had to hold the briefs in place. I took both boys into my room and placed them on my bed. There was a shortage of empty beds left to accommodate them and I'd have to pick up more tomorrow. In the mean time, I wanted them to sleep with me so I could monitor their recovery. I'd let them have their own room and beds as soon as they were stronger. Later in the evening, I joined them. I chose to lie between them and hold them close to me. I wanted to let them know that they were now in a place where they were both loved and wanted. * * * * * * * * If you enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.