Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 01:43:14 EDT From: William Watts Subject: The Castaway Hotel-2 chapter 15 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. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com. * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 15 - I win with a pair. May 2000 The next morning, I went in and made sure that Sammy and Andrew got cleaned up before we left. I gave them each a bath, although they had a tub mate or two at the time, and they looked good even though they had to wear the same clothing they had on yesterday. They were so cute when they were nude, as they were so small, fragile, hairless, and uncut. I would attribute that last fact to their father's heritage and cultural beliefs. We carried all of our luggage down to the lobby and the boys loaded up the van, while I checked out and paid the bill. They were all situated in their seats by the time I arrived. I had called Ann before we left our room and she said she would meet us at her office. The boys were all singing along to some rock song that was playing on the radio, as we made our way over there. Ann was opening the door to the building as we pulled into the front parking space. The boys were still laughing and singing as they exited the van. "Well, it looks and sounds like everyone had a good time," Ann observed. "Yeah, we did," Andrew told her. "Look what we won." He held up his prize from Chuck E. Cheese. "My, that's pretty nice. What did you win, Sammy?" Sammy held out his prize while sporting a monster grin. "Why don't we go inside and you can tell me all about your visit?" We all entered the building and made our way through the halls to Ann's office. The boys were chatting all the way and Ann was watching them with the eye of a skilled evaluator. We filed into the waiting area and Ann told us that she wanted to speak with Sammy and Andrew first, alone. The three of them entered her office and they were in there for about twenty minutes before I was summoned in to join them. "Josh," Ann began, "the boys tell me that they had a wonderful time with you yesterday. Are you still interested in what we talked about earlier?" "Definitely. I know my boys concur." "Well, I'll let you discuss that with Sammy and Andrew. I think that I already know how they feel and what they will decide." Both boys were staring at me, waiting to see what I had to say. "Sammy, Andrew. I know that you boys have been through some very rough times and that you are pretty much all alone now. We, the boys and I, want to know if you'd like to come live with us and be part of our family?" The two boys looked at each other quickly, nodded their heads toward each other, flashed a grin and then turned toward me. "Yes," they shouted out in unison. "We were worried about where we would live," Sammy continued. "Our father wouldn't let us spend much time with our mother's family, so we don't really know them very well. They were kind of mean to us, too. I don't think they liked our father because he was Japanese and I don't think they liked us because we were part Japanese. Besides, they didn't have many children and we'd rather be in a home with other kids." "Yes," Andrew continued, "and we know that we'd like it if we could live with you. We had so much fun yesterday and we like all of you. You don't treat us differently because we are part Japanese and we look different from your other boys." "That doesn't bother us at all. We like you for who you are, not just what you look like. As long as you both remember that it won't be fun like that all of the time, we'd love to have you join us. We do spend most of our time doing some pretty normal things, too. The boys all have chores to do around the house and they are all expected to do well in school. Speaking of school, I am also the principal of the school you will be attending if you come to live with us." "Neat," said Andrew. "Do any of the other boys go to that school, too?" Sammy wanted to know. "Yes, Graham, Cole and Trey go there as well. Most of the others did too, for a while, but now they are at the high school." "I take it that you are both have agreed to Mr. Currie's offer?" Ann asked them. "Yes," Sammy said, "if it's all right with you." "Oh, that it is. I was hoping this would work out this way," Ann responded. "I have all of your belongings in another office, so if someone can help me carry them, you can all be on your way." "Thank you," both boys said, first to Ann and then to me. Then they both came over to give me a hug. "We'll be very good," Sammy told me, "and we'll do everything you say. Thank you for letting us come live with you." "It's my pleasure. That's why we drove here to meet you. You'll have to thank Graham, too. This was his idea after we read about your parents. He said we had to come here and get you so you could live with us." "But how did he know?" "I'm afraid that I can't answer that question. He just had a feeling and we decided that we should check it out. So, if you're ready to go, I'll go out and have the older boys load your things in the van. Say good- bye to Mrs. Getz and we'll be on our way." The boys both gave Ann a hug, a thank you, and then they said farewell. Ann kissed them both on the forehead and told them to write or call. They agreed and headed into the waiting room to tell their new brothers. "Ann, thank you for everything. They seem like wonderful boys and I'm sure that we'll be able to make feel right at home. I'll keep in touch and I'll have Sally keep you advised, as well. Thanks again, for taking a chance on someone outside of your jurisdiction." "No, Josh, I should be thanking you. I'm not sure what I would have done without your offer. There are still plenty of people out there who would have trouble taking the boys in because of their race. I'm not sure if I could have found a home locally, even if we didn't want to get them away from their relatives. The worse part about this is, I think the relatives would only want them so they can get out the father's accounts and possessions. I don't think they are really interested in the boys themselves. No matter what, I want you to keep in touch. Here's my business card with my address, phone number, and email address. I'll let you know about any and all developments concerning the boys. Drive safely and take care of my precious little angels." "I will, Ann, and thanks, again." Danny, Dustin, and Pat carried the boys' things down to the van and loaded them in. Sammy and Andrew wanted to ride in the back with the other boys, so I let Danny ride up front. It was another long ride and we only stopped once, for gas and a late lunch. Once again, our entrance into the restaurant caused a minor disturbance, as they hurriedly tried to prepare a place large enough to accommodate us all. Once again, we were asked what kind of a group this was. I didn't have time to answer that question as the boys starting asking me rapid-fire questions like, "Dad, may I have this?" or "Dad, may so and so and I go to the toilet?" The waitress just stared at me before she asked the obvious question, "Are these boys all your sons?" "Yes, they are, but they are not all of my children. I have others who are older and living on their own already." I just couldn't resist adding the last part. I know, it was cruel but the temptation was just too great to ignore. I soon saw her running around, whispering to everyone about our situation. The boys were really starting to enjoy this little game, each and every time we played it on another unsuspecting group. After our meal was finished, I took care of the tab, made sure everyone used the toilet (which took some time), and then we were on our way. We finally arrived home just before 7:00 p.m. I took the boys up and showed them their bedroom, the front bedroom with the twin beds, and they were very excited that they would have their own room. They told me that they just figured that there would probably be four or five boys sharing a room. They had never seen a house with this many bedrooms before. Ricky and Cole volunteered to help them unpack their things and organize them into the dressers and closet. They finished quite quickly and then I made everyone get cleaned up and ready for bed. Graham was thrilled that both of the boys were uncut, like him, and he wanted me to give the three of them a bath together. Sammy and Andrew liked that idea too, so I filled the tub with warm water and scrubbed them down quickly. By the time the boys exited the old master bathroom and walked down to their room, the other boys were parading naked up and down the hallway. Sammy and Andrew laughed and blushed when they saw them. "They've got big pee pees," Andrew observed. "Yes, they do," I answered him. "The boys aren't afraid to be seen naked by their brothers and they do this a lot. I hope that it doesn't bother you." "No," Sammy answered immediately. "We used to go without clothes at our house, too. We even took baths with our parents, in a large tub. My father said that it was an old Japanese custom." "I've heard about the Japanese public baths. I just wanted to make sure that you were both okay with the fact that the boys like to run around without clothes on, that's all." "Why do some of them have different looking pee pees?" Andrew asked. I explained to them about circumcision and why it is sometimes done. They had never seen other naked boys before, as their family had very little social contact with other people outside of work or school, and they had certainly never seen a cut cock. Their parents didn't socialize much at all, so their knowledge was limited to what they acquired at home and at school. Soon I checked on all the boys and made sure that they were tucked into bed. I gave Sammy and Andrew a kiss good night and they gave me a huge hug in return. I told them to get a good night's sleep and we would register them in school in the morning. They were excited about this and I could tell that it would take them some time before they calmed down enough to sleep. I decided to push the beds back together so I could crawl in between them and lie with them for a while. I stayed with them like that until they drifted into dreamland. Then I crawled out of the bed and returned to my own for the rest of the evening. The next morning I fixed breakfast and then went up to wake Sammy and Andrew. They smiled at me when they opened their eyes. "I was afraid that I had just dreamed this," Sammy told me through an ear-to- ear grin. "It's no dream," I countered and kissed them both on the forehead. "You're home where you belong. Let's get you two dressed and then we'll go down and eat." We selected the clothes the boys wanted to wear for the first day at their new school and we went down to eat. It was then that I realized that they were accustomed to an oriental diet and much of what I had to offer them would be new to them. They had eaten other 'American' type foods at school and their infrequent social occasions away from home, but their digestive systems were used to large quantities of rice, certain vegetables, and fish. I would have to monitor their eating habits carefully, to make sure they were adjusting to the new cuisine without any detrimental side-effects. I broke them in on corn flakes for their first breakfast with us. During breakfast, the boys told me how the caseworker, with whom they had been staying since their parents died, had a Japanese friend from the college stay with them and prepare meals for the boys. During that period, they had been able to stick to nearly the same types of things that they were accustomed to. It was too bad the caseworker had failed to remember to tell me that little fact When we arrived at school, I immediately began to fill out the appropriate forms to enroll them. I assigned them to the classrooms of two of my finest teachers. I gave the boys a tour of the building, showed them where their classrooms were located, and introduced them to their teachers. They were very excited and extremely polite to everyone they met. The school body welcomed the pair with open arms and they became a sort of curiosity, as we had no other oriental students enrolled. I checked on them several times during the day and they seemed to be happy and doing well. I had Trey, Cole and Graham meet them after school and keep them occupied until I was ready to leave. On the ride home, the two of them couldn't wait to tell us about their first day. They talked as rapidly as old-time auctioneers and their hands and arms flailed about as they animatedly spoke about the things they had done. They nearly knocked Cole out when they were telling us about a game they had played at recess, and both of their arms shot out and caught Cole, one on the chin and one on the side of the head. They apologized profusely and Cole hammed it up by begging them not to beat him any more. We were all having a good laugh as we pulled into the high school. After dinner that night, I went into my bedroom to work on the computer. I wanted to send Ann a quick email telling her about the boys' first day at school. I had just sent it off when Sammy asked to speak to me. "What may I do for you?" I asked him. "I want you to tell me about my parents. I want to know how they died. I know people aren't telling us things and I want to know what that is and why they didn't want us to know." I was afraid that this might happen and I had planned for that possibility. I held out my arms toward Sammy and he walked toward me. As soon as he was close enough, I reached out for him and pulled him up and onto my lap. I looked into his large, dark eyes and I prepared to answer his question. "Sammy, both of your parents were shot. People didn't want you to know the details because it wasn't a pleasant scene. They were only trying to protect you from the gruesomeness of their deaths." I could see Sammy thinking about my answer and possibly forming his next question. "Who killed them?" I looked at him and took a deep breath before I spoke. "A very distraught man." I didn't lie to him but I didn't think he was ready for the whole truth. "What happened to him?" "He's dead, also." "Why did he do it?" "Sammy, I'm not sure that anyone will ever know the true answer to that question. Let's just say that everyone was in the wrong place, at the wrong time." I wrapped my arms around his tiny body and I hugged him into my chest. I kissed his forehead and stroked his hair and then I spoke to him again. "You and your brother are safe with us," I told him, anticipating his reaction, "and you have a home here, for as long as you want." "Are you our father now?" He looked up at me with a sad, questioning expression on his handsome face. "Right now I'm your foster father. That's the way Mrs. Getz set it up when we left her. I'm not sure if you and Andrew want more, but I am willing to adopt both of you, if you want me to." "I'll have to talk that over with Andrew but I think we will want that. After we had found out that our parents had been killed, we talked about how scared we were and how we were all alone now. We didn't like that at all. We don't want to be alone. We want a family and we're happy here with you." He sat quietly thinking for a short time. "I think we will want to be part of this family and we will want others to know that we are part of this family. We've already talked about how nice it is to have so many brothers to help us and look out for us. We like you too and we like it that we can see you all day long at school. We feel very comfortable here, like we belong." "You do belong. The boys and I all agree on that." "We know. You've always made us feel that way since we first met. You treated us just like all of the other boys. You never treated us differently and you always made us feel that we were wanted. Our brothers made us feel wanted too. Andrew told me at recess that we are very lucky and that he loves it here. I do too." He looked very pensive now. It was another minute or two before he spoke again. "Should we call you 'father' or 'dad' now?" "You may call me whatever you wish, but only if you want to. I don't want to make you feel that you have to call me that or make you think that you are betraying the memory of your father. Which name did you use for him?" "We usually called him the Japanese word for father but sometimes we would call him father, too." "Look, you don't have to decide this right away and it's probably best that you talk this over with Andrew before you decide anything. When you two think you're ready to come to a decision, we'll sit down and the three of us will talk about this together. Is that all right with you?" "Yes, that will be fine. I'll go and find Andrew so we can talk this out." I gave him another squeeze and kissed him on the forehead. He smiled at me just before he got off of my lap and then he went to look for his brother. I think that went well but I was still shaking like a leaf. I was as tense as an anchor cable during a hurricane while I was answering his questions, and I was afraid that I was going to say something wrong and make things worse for him. I'm glad that I had gone over some of that in my head prior to his coming to me about his feelings. When bath time rolled around, Cole and Ricky volunteered to give the boys their baths. Ricky washed Sammy and Cole had to wash Graham and Andrew. I think Graham was getting a bent nose about the attention his brothers were giving to the other two and I'm sure Cole recognized that too. Cole did his duty without any fussing and you could see that it made Graham feel a great deal better afterwards. They all came back to the family room, sans clothing, and they walked up to me. "Can we sit on your lap?" Andrew asked me. "Certainly. It's definitely big enough for two." They wasted no time in scrambling into position and the other three sat on either side of me. The pair rested their heads against my shoulder and we spent most of our time just feeling close to each other rather than watching whatever was on the tube. They actually fell asleep that way, long before I could get them to their room. Dustin and Trey helped me get them positioned so I could carry them upstairs and the two older boys walked up with me so they could give me a hand laying them down. We tucked them in and the three of us went back downstairs. The week went by very quickly and the boys invited Brandon and Jay over for the weekend, so they could meet their two new brothers. Sammy and Andrew received a great deal of attention Friday night and I got a kick out of watching Brandon and Jay carrying the pair around on their shoulders. It was as if the boys had been together for ages. I was very proud of my 'extra' sons. Saturday morning I was enjoying a blissful slumber when something landed on me and I felt like I was being mauled. I opened my eyes and looked around and found what I suspected, but there was an added surprise. It wasn't just my trio of terrors plus one (Jay); they had added to their membership. It looked like Sammy and Andrew had been initiated into the group. Now, those little hands were busy trying to tickle me as they tried to suppress their giggles. "Hey, what's going on here?" I bellowed, trying to sound mad. "It's time for you to get up, lazybones," Andrew got out between giggles. "Lazybones! Who are you calling lazybones?" I reached out and began to tickle him in return. Then I grabbed Sammy and I was busy tickling the pair. Now, it was an all-out free-for-all on my bed. I was busy tickling any and every body I could get my hands on, and there were multiple fingers wriggling around my neck, armpits, stomach, and feet. I finally got my hands on the ringleader, Ricky, and set about getting even with him. I straddled his hips with my legs, used my weight to hold him in place, and I began to tickle him unmercifully. "Dad, stop. Please, stop," Ricky begged me, but I continued to tickle him. "I wasn't the one who started this," I answered him. "What's the matter? Can't you take it as well as you can dish it out?" "I'm sorry, Dad," he said through fits of laughter. "I'll stop and not do it again." "Yeah, sure. Like I believe you." "Honest, Dad. I won't ever do this again." "I still don't believe you, but call off your troops and I'll stop." "Okay guys, no more." The others stopped at Ricky's behest. They all stood around my bed and I finally pulled my body off from over Ricky's. "That was fun," Andrew chortled. "Yeah, do you guys do this all of the time?" Sammy wanted to know. "Far too often," I told him. "They have a tendency to do this to me and their brothers but their brothers have started fighting back. I guess I have too. We'll see how often it happens in the future, now that we all have their number." Ricky looked over at me with a sly grin. "Yeah, we'll see all right." I made a move to get off the bed and he fled from my room, soon to be followed by his cohorts. I wondered if they were up in their bedroom planning their next attack. Things were going very smoothly and Sammy and Andrew were fitting in nicely. We were trying to make some concessions with the food but we didn't know all that much about Japanese meals. After talking to the boys, we agreed that we'd go Chinese a couple times a week, to give them something similar to what they were used to. We always ordered plenty of rice and vegetables. It wasn't until several days after Sammy had cornered me in my bedroom that he and his brother approached me about my previous discussion with Sammy. "We've made a decision," Sammy announced without any preliminary formalities. "Why don't we go into my room and discuss this in private?" I suggested. "We can but we don't need to," Sammy replied honestly. "We don't mind if our brothers hear what we have to tell you." I smiled at them, reading this clue as a signal about their decision. "Andrew and I want you to adopt us so we are really your sons, and brothers to the other boys." "You are anyway, but I will include you on the next adoption process if that's what you want." "We do," Andrew added, "and we want to call you 'Dad'." "Are you sure?" "Yes," Sammy answered. "We talked about this with Graham, Cole, and Ricky, and we all think that this would be the right thing to do." "I hope they didn't talk you into anything." "No. They just helped us to consider all of our choices. They told us all of the different names you had told them they could call you when they first arrived and they told us why they decided to call you 'dad'. We agreed with what they said and we want to do the same." "And you don't feel that this would be disrespectful to your father?" "No. He knew that we loved him very much, but we only called him 'father', in Japanese or English. We never called him 'dad' so we don't see anything wrong with calling you that. You don't mind, do you?" "Absolutely not. I will be proud to have you call me 'dad' and I will be proud to call you 'son'. If that is your decision, then it is fine with me." "Thank you. Now we really feel like we belong and that we're really part of this family." We all hugged, I shed a few tears, and I sent them off so I could have a few minutes to myself. I whipped off emails to Ann and Sally, telling them of the boys' decision. I was sure that they would both be happy for all of us. I would call my attorney in the morning and have him include the pair into the adoption process with Pat and Trey. I often think back to that time a few short years ago that I sat in this house, sad and lonely. I think back to my decision to take in foster children and how frightened I was about what I was getting myself into. Now, in retrospect, I realize that day and that decision was one of the finest in my life and I couldn't be happier with the way things have turned out since then. I have all of these wonderful boys, feel so much happiness, and I have all of this love around me to prove that life is wonderful, every minute of every day. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.