Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2001 23:09:26 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 3 chapter 20 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://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * Although the boys in these stories have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse. * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel-Book 3-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 20 - To memories and new beginnings. December 2000 I knew that Monday would be a hectic day. I had a full day at school ahead, with a faculty and staff meeting in the morning, and then the teachers would get their classrooms set in the afternoon while I double checked class lists and transfers. The boys wouldn't be in class that day, but the athletes would have practice, so they would have to come down early with me and then wait for me to finish later. The non-athletes decided that they would stay home on Monday, so they could take advantage of lounging around on their last day before classes. I woke the athletes up early that morning, so they could get ready and have a light breakfast before we left. Before heading out the door, I gave them all some cash, so they could get some lunch after practice, or for a snack while they were waiting for me. They were not happy with the idea of waiting around the school for over an hour before practice began and then having to wait around a couple more hours after practice, but this made it a little easier on them. I told them they could walk home if they didn't want to wait for me, but the nearly two mile walk between the school and home just wasn't appealing to them, especially after what they knew would be a grueling three hour practice. No, they would wait, but they would not be thrilled about it. When I got to school, I gathered my things together and lugged them down to the cafeteria. We'd hold our meetings there, as the faculty and staff combined was too large for most of the other rooms, and the auditorium just wouldn't be practical for this type of a gathering. I started the meeting off with a sort of pep talk, getting everyone psyched for tomorrow, then I addressed the staff, outlining my concerns and reminding them of the faith that I had in them as a group. After that, I let some of the staff leave, knowing they had things to do. My secretary went back to cover the office and the custodial staff went back to making sure the final touches were completed before the doors opened in the morning. They would rejoin us at noon, as we were having a catered luncheon together, then we would all do our own thing for the remainder of the day. At home, the other boys were up and getting their own breakfast. After they ate, they did whatever appealed to them. Some of the boys watched television, others were on the computers, while still others just puttered around the house or outdoors. After a little bit, Nick went over and approached Cole. "Hey, Cole. Would you be interested in heading up to my room for a little fun?" Cole looked up at Nick and smiled. "I guess that depends on what you have in mind." "Just helping each other get off. Nothing too serious." "Okay, that sounds like fun." The two boys headed up to Nick's room and shut and locked the door behind them. They were already naked, as both of them slept that way, so Nick moved over and bent down to kiss Cole, letting one of his hands reach down and fondle his goodies as their lips met. Cole moaned as they came into contact like that. It didn't take long for him to become hard and he reached out and was soon doing the same things to Nick. Slowly they made their way over to the bed and soon they were side by side on the mattress. That's when Nick made his move, working his way down Cole's chest and heading for his favorite target. Before long he was licking up and down Cole's rigid pole. Cole was enjoying Nick's experienced tongue, that was until he felt Nick's experienced mouth wrap around his cock completely. He knew that he was in heaven as Nick began to bob up and down on him, letting his tongue wander all around his most sensitive areas and the warm flesh of his mouth adding to the pleasure as Nick began to apply suction. Cole's hips were literally bouncing up and down on the mattress, as he strained to mirror Nick's movements, not remembering having such a wild ride in a long time. Before long he felt that tingling sensation build in his loins, ready to explode, and then he was filling Nick's mouth with his sweet young cream. Nick took it all down and he continued to suck until Cole's dick went limp in his mouth. It took Cole a few minutes to recover and then he thanked Nick for doing such a great job. After that, he set about returning the favor. He worked his way over and around Nick's nipples, down his chest, into his navel, and finally to his rigid mast. He tried to duplicate Nick's expert job, but he wasn't sure that he could. Even though Cole had done this many times, Nick had made an art form out of it and Nick had much more experience at it than Cole ever would. Cole did his best, working up and down on Nick's member, stimulating his organ with his mouth, and then taking his full load and swallowing it. Afterward, the two boys thanked each other again and then went on their way, doing whatever it was that they had planned earlier. The athletes parked themselves outside the locker room door after they first arrived, but they weren't there alone for long. A group of the cheerleaders also came down early, figuring the boys would be there ahead of time, because of my schedule. It started out with some small talk, about the weekend and such, then the girls seemed to gravitate toward the boy or boys they were most attracted to. Kevin grabbed the soccer ball and talked Trey into kicking it around with him. He kept watching Dustin the whole time, not happy with what he was seeing. He was happy when the coach also arrived early and let them into the locker room, watching as the rest of the guys parted from the girls, but they made plans to get back together afterward. The practice was long and hard, as they knew it would be. They began by running drills for over an hour and then they worked on some things at one end of the field. After that, they were given a small break and then they chose up for a full field scrimmage. It was a fast paced and a very physical scrimmage, and the boys all dragged off the field afterward, happy to hit the showers. While they were cleaning up, they discussed where they should go for lunch. After some heated discussion, they finally agreed on a place. They got dressed and headed out of the locker room, only to find the girls waiting for them outside. As the girls found their guys, there was some kissing and the boys asked the girls if they wanted to join them. Most of the girls agreed, including Dustin's friend, and this had a negative effect on Kevin. He grabbed Trey by the arm and they walked off ahead, not wishing to watch the sickening sight of the two of them sucking on each other's face. Trey and Kevin had placed their orders and seated themselves in a booth before the others even arrived. There was a great deal of laughing and joking around when they did show up, and this just added to Kevin's frustration. The boys and their girls sat together and, Trey told me later, Brandon and Danny looked like two fish out of water with their 'dates'. He said they were friendly and even kissed the girls occasionally, but Trey said that he could tell that they really wanted to be with each other, not with the girls. Some of the others, including Dustin, Pat, and Ricky, were into the full make-out mode after they finished their meal, and I guess Kevin was really bothered by this and he stormed out of there, heading back to the school. Trey followed Kevin out and tried to calm him down, but Kevin was on the verge of tears again, though fighting hard to hold them back so no one else would see him in such a condition. The two of them went back to the school and sat leaning against the side of the building, as Trey tried to console him. They had quite a bit of time alone, until the other boys came back, this time sans cheerleaders. Dustin could see how upset Kevin was, so he thought it was best to keep away from him, at least until he either got over this or Kevin decided to approach him. By the time I picked them up, things were still pretty chilly between the two and I could tell the minute that I saw Kevin's face that things were not well. As we drove home, some of the boys told me about the practice and their unplanned dates, but Kevin just stared out the window the entire way. Nick even picked up on Kevin's disposition when we got home and he came up to me for an explanation. "Pop, what's the matter with Kevin?" "He's upset with Dustin right now." "Why?" "It's kind of a long story." "I've got time." "But I need to begin dinner." "If I help you, would you tell me then?" I looked at him and realized that he wasn't going to drop this and that the story might be better coming from me. With that in mind, I agreed. "You see, Nick, Kevin and Dustin have been close for a long time. Kevin even lived with Dustin's family for a while. Kevin is upset that Dustin now seems to prefer girls and Kevin feels like he is losing the one he's always felt closest to." I glanced over at Nick and I could see a sparkle in his eye, like he had just come up with some sort of a plan, and I was sure that it wasn't to get the boys back together. "Maybe I could help him feel better." "Possibly, but be careful about getting involved. You might end up in the center of something you don't understand and you might be the one who ends up getting hurt in the process." "Don't worry about that, Pop. I'm just going to try to make Kevin feel better. I won't get hurt." We finished up dinner preparations and then Nick took off, I supposed to look for Kevin. I understand that the two boys talked, but Kevin was really not paying attention to what Nick had to say. Nick looked a little disappointed at dinner, but I knew that he wouldn't give up with only one setback. After dinner I took my new drivers down for their next lesson, getting the cones out and laying out a course. The younger boys had made me a few cardboard 'stop' signs and 'stop' lights earlier and I stapled them to a tall, slender wooden stake and took them with us. I used the cones to set up a road course, inserting the stop signs and stoplights into various cones. If there were a stoplight at the intersection, I would tell them what color the light was or if the light was changing. I let them drive around the course several times each, learning how to take corners so they wouldn't run over the curbs in the process. They all did fairly well and even Brandon was beginning to get the hang of driving. When we got home, Kevin asked to talk to me in private, so we went into my room. He told me what had happened earlier in the day and he told me that he knew he had lost Dustin for good. He told me that he was going to sleep on the twin bed in the old master bedroom for now, as he couldn't handle sleeping with him any more, knowing that Dustin would probably end up with a girl instead of him. I told him that would be fine with me, as long as he was sure that's what he wanted. He said it was, so I let it go at that. Nick must have been waiting for Kevin to come back out and he went up to him as soon as he reemerged, the two of them going up the stairs to Kevin's room. I was puttering around, doing a few minor things, when I heard a knock on the door. Sammy answered it and soon I heard him calling that someone wanted to see me. As I walked over, I was surprised to see who was standing there. "Hi, Mr. Currie. I wanted to come and visit and see how you were doing. It looks like you're all better after getting shot." "Yes, Frankie, I am, and it was nice of you to be concerned enough to come and make sure." "I also wanted to come and apologize to you. To you and the boy that I tried to attack." "You mean Trey?" "Yeah, I guess I did. I'm afraid I forgot his name. Is he home?" "Yes, he is." "Would you mind if I told him how sorry I was about what I did?" "No, I think that would be nice. I'll call him for you." I called Trey and so he joined us. I led the boys into the living room, where we sat and talked alone. Frankie was the first one to speak. "Trey, I just wanted to come by and let you know that I'm sorry about what I tried to do to you before. I've learned a lot since I was sent away, because I had a group of guys do the same thing to me that I tried to do to you. I realize now how wrong I was and I just hope you'll accept my apology." Trey looked stunned, but he was very gracious in accepting Frankie's apology. "I understand and I forgive you. I am really sorry that you had to go through that, because I know it's not very nice." "Thanks, and I'm glad you don't hate me. And, Mr. Currie, I'm glad you're better and doing well. I'll be going now and I won't bother you any longer." "You're not bothering us," I told him. "It's just that I really didn't expect to see you so soon. What are doing now?" "They let me out early, because I was doing so well, but I am living in a foster home on the other side of town." "How do you like it there?" "It's okay, but it's not as great as this place. I really didn't know when I had it good and I really blew it big time. They're okay, but the other kids there are all really young. I really feel out of place there. I even have to share a room with a five-year old." "Dad, why can't Frankie come back here to live?" Trey asked me. "He seems sorry about what happened and I think he's changed. Would it be okay for him to come back here?" "I don't have any problems with that, but I'm sure this is in the hands of the court. If you and Frankie would both be all right with it, I guess I could contact Judge Shay and see if he could find out if we could make any changes for him. What would you think about that, Frankie?" "I think that would be fantastic, but why would you guys do that for me, especially after the rotten things I did while I was here?" "It's because we all sometimes make mistakes, Frankie," I told him. "Hopefully we learn from these mistakes and we don't repeat them." "Oh, I won't, Mr. Currie. I promise. If you could work it so I could come back here and live, I would make sure I never got in trouble again." "If you can promise that, then I'm willing to give you another chance." "But what about the other boys? Do you think they'll want me back too?" "Why don't we find out? Trey, go round everyone up and have them come in here. We'll have a family meeting and see what they think." Frankie looked a little nervous as all the boys joined us, sure that they wouldn't want him to back. I told the boys what had happened and that Trey had suggested we let Frankie return. A few of the boys had questions, which either Frankie or I answered, and then we were ready to make a decision. I told them we'd have a show of hands. I told them to raise their hands if they were willing to give Frankie a second chance, and I was pleased when I saw every hand go up. Frankie got pretty emotional after that and he told the boys that they wouldn't be sorry that they made that decision. The boys all talked for a while and then I offered to give Frankie a ride back to his foster home, as it was getting late. He accepted and we got into the car. On the way home I told Frankie that I'd contact Judge Shay the next day and see what I could do for him. I told him that I'd let him know as soon as I found out anything and that I would try my hardest to work this out for him. He must have thanked for a hundred times during that short ride and he went to shake my hand before he got out of the car. Just as he was starting to let go of his grip, he grasped my hand again and pulled me forward, throwing his other arm around we and giving me a hug. I was shocked at such sentimentalism out of him. "I hope that didn't bother you," he said, as he broke his hold on me. "Not at all, it's just that you surprised me again." "I know. I've never been a very affectionate person but, being away for so long, it's changed how I look at things. When I felt all alone at the center, a counselor made me feel a whole lot better with just a simple hug like that. Since then, I make myself and others feel better the same way." "I guess you have changed...and grown up. You're much more mature than the last time we saw each other." "And I'm going to prove to you that it's not just an act. I am a different person, Mr. Currie, a better person than I was before. I think I owe much of that to you and your family. You showed me in a short time that good places do exist and that not everyone looks at you just to see what they can get from you. I guess that's what I thought before because, up to that time, everyone always wanted something from me. Either they wanted me to do their work, get money from my being around, or they tried to do other things to me. You were the first ones to treat me straight and I was too dumb to see that. I thought it was just a new tactic, one I hadn't seen before. I couldn't believe that you really just wanted to help me. I know that now and I'm really sorry for being as rotten as I was." "Like I said before, Frankie, we all make mistakes and I truly believe that you've learned from yours. I will do my best to get you back with us." He thanked me again, got out of the car, and went up to his new house. He stopped and waved at me again, before I drove off, and I began to think that I had just witnessed a miracle. When I got home, some of the boys had questions to ask me, most about Frankie and where we were going to put him. I told them that we'd turn the office upstairs into a small bedroom for him and we'd move the single bed in there. I'd have the phone lines moved to the recreation room and we'd move the computers down there. Everyone liked the idea, so that's exactly what we'd do. I spent the rest of the evening talking to all of the boys, making sure that each one was ready for the first day of school tomorrow. I reached Kevin and Nick last, as Nick was talking to Kevin again about who knows what. "Dad," Kevin said as I came up to them, "Nick came up with another idea for me. He said that he and I could share his bedroom and Pat could move in with Dustin. Pat's already agreed to it and he and Dustin will be able to talk about their girlfriends that way." I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or serious. "Is this what you really want?" He nodded his head up and down. "In that case, has anyone talked to Dustin about this?" "Pat's downstairs now, asking Dustin if it's all right with him," Nick told me. "Well, if everyone agrees to it, I have no problem with that." We finished talking about the situation and then I asked them about the things I needed to know. Just as we were finishing up, Dustin came up and asked if he could speak to Kevin alone. I told him I was done and the two of them could talk if they wanted. They went back to their old room together to iron some things out. "Kevin," Dustin began once they were alone, "Pat's told me what you want and I'll do it for you, but I wanted to talk to you about it before we did it. I'm sorry if I hurt you, because that's the last thing in the world that I wanted to do to you. I still love you, it's just that now I love you more like a brother, but you'll always be very special to me. I hope you don't hate me because of this." "I don't think I could ever hate you, Dusty. It's just that it hurts being so close to you all the time, knowing we don't feel the same way about each other any more. I do still love you, and I guess I always will, but Dad's made me realize that I can't change your attraction to girls anymore than I can change my feelings about boys. I really thought that we'd be together forever and it's just hard to know that won't be the way it is." "We will be together forever, but as brothers and not lovers. I will always remember all of our great times together and you will still mean more to me than any other guy, but I just realiized that I wouldn't be happy living like that. I think that I really want to marry when I'm a little older and have children of my own. I just hope that my children will love their Uncle Kevin as much as I do." The tears started streaming down Kevin's face and he hugged Dustin and told him he loved him again. He also told Dustin that he would work hard at accepting this and he'd try to be nice to whatever girlfriends he might have. He also said that he hoped that Dustin understood why he was doing this. It wasn't because he didn't love him any longer, it was because he loved him too much. Dustin told him he understood and the boys helped each other move their things between the two rooms. By bedtime, everyone was where he was now going to be and the house started quieting down again. That night, Nick didn't make any moves on Kevin, knowing he was too vulnerable just yet, but he spent the entire night holding Kevin and reassuring him that everything would be all right. They did a little affectionate kissing, nothing sexual, and Kevin slowly began to bond with his new roommate. I wasn't sure where this might lead, but Nick seemed to have arrived at just the right time. I spent the evening pondering the school year, not from just the viewpoint of a principal, but also thinking about what this year might mean to the family. What changes were ahead of us? What problems and accomplishments would we share? What things would change and which ones would stay the same? What would this family be like by the end of the school year and would we still all be here together, or would there be fewer or more? Much had happened to us over the past year and even more since we first started to come together as a family. What other things were in store for us and would we experience problems in the future that we couldn't handle? Only time would tell, but I had a feeling that this was just the beginning of another interesting period of our lives. THE END of Book 3. **************************************************************************** Author's Note: I know that many of you expressed an interest to continue from Book 2 into Book 3. I have some more ideas for this story, if I were to continue this into a Book 4, but I want to make sure that there is enough interest in seeing it go on before I do. Please let me know if you feel I should continue this story, or if it is time to let it give up the ghost and disappear quietly. I thank you all for your past support and encouragement, and I hope to hear from you if you're still interested in seeing this story expand further. With all my best, Bill **************************************************************************** If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.