Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2001 15:04:46 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 4 Chapter 1 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. * * * * * * * * This is just a brief note to thank all of you for your encouragement and support for this story. I hope book 4 lives up to your expectations and brings you as much enjoyment as your emails bring to me. Thanks, Bill * * * * * * * * 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 4-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 1 - New horizons. February 2001 The school year began very well and things were progressing quite smoothly. The boys dating the cheerleaders were getting very involved with the girls, except for Danny and Brandon, but they were still maintaining the smokescreen to deflect criticism. At first the girls that Danny and Brandon asked out were leery, until they forced the pair into some make-out sessions and the boys seemed to pass the kissing test. They haven't been pushed toward any sexual acts yet, so they seemed to be pulling it off. Frankie was keeping his promise of staying out of trouble and doing fairly well in school. Kevin and Nick had been becoming closer, and Kevin was starting to forget about his disappointment in Dustin. Carlos also kept in touch, letting us know that he was doing fine and that he was looking forward to the next time he could be with us again. We invited him and his mother to join us for Thanksgiving. We also heard from the family in Arizona, the one Nick had helped out. The parents had been doing well at their jobs, they had both passed their probationary periods, and they both had received excellent job reviews. There was even the possibility that they may both be promoted soon, the mother to a supervisory position in an elementary cafeteria and the father to an electrician's job, moving up from the custodial job. The kids were doing very well in school, they loved their apartment, and they all seemed to be very happy. All they had needed was that little break and they turned their lives around. The boys all felt great about it, especially Nick, and now he was looking for someone new to help. The first weekend after Labor Day we threw a birthday party for Frankie, even though his birthday had been July 30th. I think it was the first real party or recognition he had received in quite some time and he seemed quite pleased by the attention. We told him he could invite some others, if he wished, but he said he didn't really know anyone else yet and his family would be enough this time. He said maybe next year he would have others to invite, then he smiled at me, letting me know that he planned to stick around. It was an interesting time, and the boys made sure they picked out special gifts for him. First, they bought him his own boom box, similar to the one he had tried to heist the first time he had been with us. They bought him some CDs to go with it, and they gave him some gift certificates, so he could get more. Aunt Sally, Aunt Mary, and Uncle Steve gave him some new clothes and a nice diamond stud earring, to replace the older earring he always wore, as it wasn't in very good condition. I gave him some clothes, a gold-chain, as he had admired some of the ones the others wore, and a promise. He was now 17 and I told him that I'd include him with Kevin for the next driving class, which would probably begin next spring. He was quite excited by that prospect and accepted eagerly. The following weekend we celebrated Andrew's tenth birthday, which included several young boys he was close to at school. We had a sleepover party, as was becoming the traditional party for the younger boys, but he made sure his plans included the whole family as well. After that, there was a break until late October, when Cole turned 15, and we had a party for him, as well. He did invite some friends from school to attend, but opted out of the sleepover party by saying that he was too old for that sort of thing now. It was his choice and, even though he had been a little immature for his age, he was beginning to grow up. It was also the next to last birthday for the year, with Dion's being the final one in late November. My three new drivers kept practicing and getting better. Dustin and Danny were doing extremely well, but Brandon still had his moments. Sometimes he'd try to take a corner too tightly and drive over the curb, he'd forget about being gentle with the gas or brake pedal, sending the rest of us flying forward or backward, and he sometimes had trouble with judging the width or length of the different vehicles. He was determined to get better and he worked hard at perfecting these skills, while Danny did his best to encourage him. Taking the driver's education course in school also helped, as it gave him a different perspective or reinforced the things I was trying to get them all to learn. The boys even did an oil change for each of the vehicles on their own and they washed and waxed the Grand AM every other weekend, doing either the van or Suburban on the off week. I guess I knew which vehicle they preferred out of the three. The sports teams had also kept many of the boys busy and the rest had occupied their time with schoolwork or helping me make changes around the house. We now had three computer hook-ups in the family-room, we had turned the small office into a bedroom for Frankie and built a closet for him by extending one portion of the outer wall. We had also split the old master bedroom into two smaller bedrooms, and we added another bathroom upstairs (just a shower stall, toilet, and sink), to help alleviate some of the congestion in the morning. There were now three bathrooms upstairs, the public one downstairs, and the one in my master bedroom. We also added another hot-water heater and circulating pumps, so the water pressure wouldn't drop dramatically when toilets were flushed, etc., eliminating the chance of someone getting scalded. The boys were also developing new interests. Some of the older boys were developing their cooking skills, as they really liked the idea of being in charge when I was gone, and they took turns preparing the meals every night, removing that job from my share of the load. They had set up a rotating schedule with the various duties, including the driving (which they could only do when I was with them), cooking, and cleaning, and I eagerly let them do all of that on their own. It's not that everything was perfect, as there were some squabbles over who got to drive which vehicle or over the 'need' to switch chores, so they could be free for a date or other activity. They usually worked things out for themselves, most of the time without my having to intervene. There was one major conflict, however, between two of the new roommates, as Dustin and Pat had resorted to punches to settle one dispute. It seems they had become interested in the same girl and they both thought the other was being unfair in resolving this situation. Even though there was nearly a two-year difference in their ages, the girl was a year older than Pat and a year younger than Dustin. They accused each other of interfering in their ability to change chores when there was a scheduling conflict for them, by talking the other boys out of switching with the other one. There was also a complaint about who got to eat lunch with her or who she would spend time with after school. Dustin felt he should have all of the lunch periods to spend with her, as he played sports and Pat got to spend time with her after school, but Pat felt they should still alternate lunch dates. He said it wasn't his fault that Dustin had chosen to play a sport. After their little donnybrook, I had to set some new ground rules. First, I told Pat that if he wanted to alternate the lunch periods, then he would also have to alternate the after school time too, which meant he could only spend every other night with her even though Dustin had sports. He soon agreed, on his own, to give Dustin the lunch periods, so he could keep the after school time. When the sports season finished, they would alternate lunch and after school, not seeing her twice in the same day. Second, if there were any more problems with switching chores, there would be absolutely no switching allowed for anyone and everyone would have to stick to the schedule unless I made the change personally, which I wouldn't be inclined to do. Third, if there were any more punches thrown, neither one would be allowed to date anyone for a month and, finally, I moved Pat to the twin bed in the new bedroom which had been part of the old master bedroom, to give them both a chance to cool off. Things did calm down after that, especially after Pat lost interest in that girl, finding someone closer to his own age. The funny thing was that Dustin dumped her too, a couple of weeks later, as he fell for a girl who was a few months older. And to think they were ready to bash each other's brains out over her just a short time before. Eventually the two did make up, but Pat stayed in the room by himself, as he was concerned that there might be future conflicts between them. I think Kevin got a kick out of watching this, finding it amusing that they would fight over a girl, but I think it was also because Dustin's life was not altogether rosy, especially after he had broken Kevin's heart. It's not that he hated Dustin now, he still had strong feelings for him, but it made him feel good to know that things were not all that easy for his former lover either. Halloween proved to be an interesting time, but not because of the Trick-or-Treating. It was because of the big high school dance that all the guys with girlfriends would be attending. Even Danny and Brandon had dates for this big event, and the boys even helped Frankie get a date for the dance. Kevin and Trey volunteered to help me take the little ones out collecting candy door-to-door, but I think that was to give them something to do and help them not to feel completely left out. Trey did complain that it wasn't fair that he and Dion couldn't go to the dance as a couple, and he thought that was discrimination. When I explained that they could go, but they'd be setting themselves up for possible abuse, he let it drop. It was now November, which marked two important events: Thanksgiving, when we would be having several visitors, and Dion's thirteenth birthday. Seeing the two events were so close together, it was decided that we would celebrate Dion's birthday the Saturday after Thanksgiving and he could invite some of his friends from school to sleep over too. The house was abuzz during the week before the holiday, as we spent a great deal of time cleaning and preparing for the guests. All of the boys were going to sleep on the carpet in the living room during that time, giving their beds up to our visitors. In addition to their oldest brothers and sisters, there would be Nick's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Spence (the grandparents they had adopted), Carlos and his mother (though I was sure Carlos would sleep with the boys), and their nephews - and now a niece. Aunt Sally, Aunt Mary, and Uncle Steve would be joining us for dinner, but they would not be spending the night. It was going to be quite a massive get-together. We also prepared some of the food a day or two in advance, mostly cold dishes and desserts. We had two huge turkeys and a full ham, in addition to many side dishes and sweets. The women all tried to volunteer to help prepare the meal for us, but the boys and I shooed them away, letting them know (politely) that we could fend for ourselves. The boys were very pleased when they were ready to serve the meal. We sat in two large, but distinct, groups. Our normal dining room table, with both leaves inserted, was set for the adults, and two folding banquet tables were set up in the adjoining TV-room for the kids. I have had to stop myself from saying boys, as I now had a granddaughter in the group, even though she was still young and in a highchair. The food was put in four different sets of identical containers, two at the adults' table and two at the kids' tables. Before we began to eat, I took the time to recount all of the things I had to be thankful for, especially all my children and friends, and then I turned it over to anyone else to do the same. Mr. Spence indicated he wanted to say something, so I sat down and he stood up to speak. "My wife and I have been very fortunate through the years, except when it came to family. Being included here today and being accepted as a part of this fantastic group has made us the happiest and most thankful we have been in many years. My wife and I have spent a great deal of time preparing to come here, and we also have a little surprise for you, something to leave you so you'll always remember us and our love for you. Seeing we have no family of our own, we were thrilled you, shall we say, adopted us," he paused here, as many of the boys were giggling at the similarity to their own situation. "We have decided to donate half of our estate to you now, and the other half will be left to you in our will when we are gone. We love you all and this is our way of showing you that." As Mr. Spence sat back down, you could have heard a pin drop in those two rooms. We were totally shocked and left speechless by this comment. Though we didn't know exactly how much they were worth, they had hinted that they had more money than most people could ever think of using in a lifetime and that they were multi-millionaires. After many awkward and silent moments, I thanked them and told them that I didn't know what to say by this display of generosity. After I thought about it for a minute or two, I informed them that, if they didn't mind, I wanted to use some or most of that money to establish a charitable fund to help other children or families, especially families that wanted to adopt needy or hard-to-place children. After much discussion, it was decided that it would be called the "Castaway Charity Fund", Aunt Mary's suggestion, and we asked Sally to chair it, establish the criteria for assistance, and serve on the committee that handles the money. Steve volunteered his services as legal advisor to the group, and the boys suggested that I should contact Matt (our former waiter and summer financial advisor) to assist us with investing the money wisely, in the meantime. I offered to hire Sally and pay her a little more than she was making now to run this, but she said she'd do it for free and still work her regular job. She explained that she would keep her contacts and be able to find families on her own that way where, if she only ran the charity, she would soon become isolated from people in need. I told her she would be paid for her services even if she kept her other job, and she finally gave in, saying that would be fine, as long as she could donate it back to the fund and take the tax write-off. We all laughed at that. We all thanked the Spences and then began to eat, but unfortunately the food was slightly cold by now. Even though that was the case, everyone enjoyed the meal and they complimented the boys on their hard work and delicious dishes. This time the women wouldn't take no for an answer and they shared the clean-up duties, putting away the leftover food and doing the dishes. We decided to hold off for an hour or so before we tried to tackle the desserts, as everyone was quite stuffed from the main course. While we waited in the living room, we talked about a variety of other things, before the boys came and asked the various adults to join them for some fun. They took the adults in different directions, to join them for a board game, a computer game (mostly solitaire or black-jack), or a game of cards (hearts or rummy). It was quite an enjoyable time, especially for the Spences, and everyone had fun interacting with each other. After that we went and had our desserts, before we collaborated on renting a couple of movies to enjoy on the large-screen TV together. Friday started off with the boys fixing breakfast for everyone, though it was more of a diner-order type of situation, rather than a large family breakfast. The boys made a large batch of pancake mix, so those who wanted pancakes could have them, and they made eggs to order, regular and Canadian bacon, toast, cereal, bagels, English muffins, or bagel or muffin sandwiches, upon request. Steve called me that afternoon, to discuss some things we would need to decide on to establish the charity, and I talked the Spences into staying for the entire following week, so they could help us set up the foundation, especially seeing it was their money that was funding it. They were happy to be included and I told them they could stay in my room, (where they already were) and that I'd sleep in one of the other rooms. After some give and take on that point, they agreed. Friday evening the adults spent time together and the boys entertained themselves. Nick's parents had spent a great deal of time talking to everyone and they were almost speechless by the time they got to me. "This is quite a family you have here, Josh," Mrs. Lawrence told me. "And the Spences' announcement really was a blessing, wasn't it?" "A blessing and a surprise," I responded. "Even though we don't really need all of that money, I'm glad we'll be able to put it to good use to help others. Isn't it strange that a chance meeting with them, on our way to Arizona, has led to all of this?" "No stranger than another chance meeting benefited our family," Mr. Lawrence mused. "I think your finding Nick was the best thing that happened to us and I can't believe how much he's matured since that time." "He has come a long way, but it is kind of ironic that he's been looking for another family to help, like the one in Arizona, and now we have all this money to do it with. He felt so good about helping that other family that he wanted to do it again. He is a very caring and giving young man." "I'm not sure we would have ever seen that side of him," his mother commented, "if it weren't for you and your boys." "I'm sure it would have emerged eventually, and that side of him was nothing we can be credited for. It's just that once he'd seen how much good he can do, it was like a catalyst to make him want to do more. I'm sure we'll find a way for him to be a part of the foundation, so he can help feel a part of all of that. I believe he'll want that more than any of the others." "Josh, my hat's off to you," his father said, "and I'm glad that you allowed him to be here to continue his education. I don't think I've ever seen him have better grades, at least not since first or second grade." "Well, he did that on his own too. He came here a very determined young man, intent on proving to you exactly what he could accomplish." "I'm not sure if that's good or bad," his father wondered aloud. "I guess it's good that he's determined, but it saddens me to think that my attitude toward him made him feel that he needed to prove himself to me. I have always loved him, I guess I just wasn't very good at showing him." "He knows that now, but don't put all the blame on yourself. From what he has told me, he was a bit hardheaded too, not wanting to see your side either. Like I've said, I think it would have resolved itself in time." "Luckily," his mother added, "your intervention sped up the process. We owe you too and we're going to contribute to your charity, and we're going to encourage our friends and Mike's business associates to do the same. It's the least we can do to repay you." "That's very generous, but unnecessary. I didn't do it to be repaid." "Think of it as though we're repaying other parents and children in need," she said, "hoping they'll be as lucky as we are." "In that case, I gratefully accept your offer." After some more talking and some interaction with the kids, we all called it a night and went to our rooms. Dion's birthday turned out to be one of the largest get-togethers we had held thus far, as everyone from Thanksgiving was there, Jay joined us, and some of Dion's school friends came for the night. He got a ton of gifts and had a blast at his party. The boys had played around outdoors, but no team sports, seeing Dion wasn't overly fond of them. They did play some tag, had some races, and they even had an egg toss contest, throwing a raw egg between partners. The idea was to toss it back and forth, trying to catch it without it breaking, but that didn't always happen. Then those who were left would take another step apart, increasing the distance the egg had to be thrown. It did get a bit messy, before we crowned the winning pair, but they all had fun doing it. Dion and his friends stayed in the family room, while most of the other boys remained in the living room. His brothers were all willing to give Dion his privacy with his friends, though Trey, Graham, and Cole had been invited to join them. On Sunday my older children and grandchildren left first. Then Nick's parents left, driving back to the airport in their rental car, and then I drove Carlos and his mom back to their place. John and Margaret Spence stayed with the boys, relishing their new role as grandparents, but they seemed quite bushed by the time I got back. I guess they forgot how energetic a group of boys could be. Margaret also had dinner prepared, though she had agreed to letting a couple of the boys assist her, mostly to show her were things were kept. It was a great meal and the boys all made sure they told her so. She beamed like a new bride having prepared her first full meal. The Spences went to bed early that evening, while I sent the boys upstairs to shower and get ready for bed. That evening, Trey also gave Dion his belated birthday gift. After they showered, they went back to their room. "I'm sure glad we've got our room back," Trey announced. "The other was nice, but I'm glad to be back in my own bed." "And you'll be even happier when I give you your birthday present." He shot a wicked little grin toward Dion, who took a second to catch on, but then started grinning ear-to-ear. "I'm going to let you make love to me tonight as a teenager," Trey told him, with the cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk on his face. Trey walked over and kissed Dion, grabbing his towel away from him in the process. He eased Dion back to the bed, knocked him onto it, and began working on his body. He kissed his neck, nibbled on his ears, and worked his way down to Dion's nipples. He bathed those with his tongue, nipped at the rigid little nubs, and then sucked on them like a starving kitten. He worked his way lower, running his tongue all over his firm abdomen and in and around his navel, then he moved lower, bypassing his penis, but working on his scrotum and inner thighs. Dion was bouncing around like a hyperactive super-ball, as Trey played with his testes and licked the sensitive inner thigh and area between the scrotum and the anus. Finally he reached over and grabbed a couple of items, ripping open a condom packet and preparing to place it over Dion's bone. "Do we really need to use that?" Dion wondered. "Yes, we promised Dad that we would from now on. You know he's right about that." "But if it's just the two of us." Dion's voice trailed off, showing how disappointed he was. "But you know we still do things with the others, once in a while, so we have to do this." "What if we never do that any more?" "We will, and you know it. I could live with only you, but you like to do some of the other things once in a while, things that I don't care for." Dion knew what Trey meant by this, knowing Trey liked the receiving better than giving and he wasn't very fond of rimming Dion either. Dion gave in and Trey slid the rubber over his lengthy organ, slicking it up with KY afterward. Once he had been prepared, Trey straddled Dion's waist, reached back and grabbed Dion's teenhood, and he guided the head against his pucker. Slowly he sat back, feeling the ring pop open and the helmet slide in, and he waited momentarily before adding more pressing and sliding down the entire length. Dion was in absolute bliss, loving the feeling of being in Trey's warm, tight hole. Trey had developed very good muscle control and he could actually massage Dion's shaft even before he began his humping. Dion was very appreciative of that skill and he was moaning out his appreciation. Slowly Trey lifted up, and then he slid back down, beginning to maintain a nice, steady rhythm. Dion was really moaning now, his eyes only partially open and the orbs rolled back into his head, and he was totally oblivious to everything but the pleasure emanating from his groin. Even though his sausage was encased in a thin membrane, it still felt as though that muscle was being stimulated by a thousand tiny fingers. He could hardly bear the pleasure and he soon felt the rising tide of his orgasm coming. He could feel the tingling sensation in his balls, felt the sac pulling tight to his body, could sense the additional blood flowing to his penis, causing it to swell even more, and then he felt his seed rising up his shaft. He tried to hold it back and prolong the sensation, but that proved impossible and it exploded into the rubber, threatening to blow the tip of the condom off. Trey kept riding him, milking him for all he was worth, only stopping when he became so soft that it was impossible to continue. When that happened he bent forward, kissed Dion lovingly and passionately, and he leaned down even further, whispering in his ear. "Happy Birthday, lover." Dion didn't have the strength to respond. Monday the boys and I went back to school, but I had a lunchtime meeting with Steve, Sally, and the Spences, to begin to set up this foundation. It was at this meeting that I first discovered that we were talking in terms of several million dollars here. Once I got over the initial shock at the size of their gift, we drew up the rough outline for our charity. This group would form the core of the board of directors and we would add to it as we saw fit. Sally would assume the title of Director and we would look for a financial officer, hopefully assigning Mark as his assistant for now. This would give Mark valuable experience, an income, and he could continue his education while doing this. The job would also allow him to continue doing it while he was at school, as he could control things electronically. The first thing we decided was that this would be a international charity, open to anyone with children or adopting needy children, even from overseas. We would take recommendations for assistance from social service groups, churches, adoption agencies dealing with hard to place children, and educational groups. We would launch a media campaign to get recognition, asking some of the national news magazines for some coverage, and we would direct all potential contributions to a special account, which would still have to be established. At that point I decided to ask Mark to join us after Christmas, for the remainder of his winter break, to work with whomever we came up with as our financial officer, to help set up all the necessary accounts and to be assigned his role in the process. The Spences were happy with our parameters, they were thrilled with their role and being included in the group, and Steve was going to draw up by-laws and set this up as a corporation, to be officially known as the 'Castaway Charity Fund'. This was surely one Thanksgiving none of us would ever forget. The remainder of the week meant other meetings and other details to iron out but, by the end of that weekend, the majority of the process had been completed and were on our way to becoming an officially recognized charity. I asked a friend of mine, the president of our local bank, to serve as financial officer and help train Mark to take the job over. He happily agreed and Mark accepted the opportunity as well, when I phoned him to tell him the news. We also got a good response from the magazines who had covered the family after the first adoptions had taken place, and they agreed it would be a good follow-up story to their original articles. Sally contacted many people she knew, both for their support and assistance, and we soon had contacts set up throughout the country, an application process established, criteria for selection, and guidelines for amounts that would be given for various types of assistance. That weekend the Spences went back home, though they were sad to leave us but looking forward to rejoining us for Christmas. The boys were sad to see them depart too, kissing and hugging both of them as if they had always been their grandparents. The Spences both had tears in their eyes as they left, having hired a car and driver to take them home. The boys continued to wave and throw kisses to them, until they were finally out of sight, and then we went back into the house. The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas was even more hectic. Not only did we have the normal things and Christmas shopping to do, there were all the typical school and church concerts, pageants, and other special services. There was also the big holiday cotillion, for which the boys would have to rent tuxes, their dates dress in formal gown, and the boys would be shelling out for dinner and corsages too. All the straight and bi boys were taking their dates, and hesitantly Danny and Brandon agreed to take a couple of girls as well. They weren't exactly thrilled about it, but they were happier than Trey, who was once again down because he felt that he and Dion were being left out. It didn't seem to affect Kevin and Nick, and I was shocked that the two of them had been staying mainly with each other since they got together, seldom doing anything with any of their brothers, for the past month or so. Everyone who had been there for Thanksgiving would be there for Christmas, plus we'd be joined by Brandon's parents and Sammy and Andrew's grandparents from Japan. My time in between was also filled with more meetings concerning the 'Castaway Charity Fund' and we were scheduled to do two magazine interviews, about the family and the charity, the week before Christmas. We invited the Spences to join us for that entire week and stay through until after New Year's. They eagerly accepted and I was happy, as I wanted them to be involved and their contribution highlighted in the articles. The stories wouldn't appear until later in January, but the ball was rolling. Margaret and John Spence appeared to look 10 or 20 years younger when they arrived for their visit, and they told me it was just because they had some meaning back in their lives, with the charity and our family. The boys gave them special attention and they were truly the grandparents many of the boys had never known. The boys really loved this pair, and not because of the money either. They had taken to them on the plane, they had enjoyed them each time we had been together or talked on the phone, and I knew the Spences felt the same. It was truly a melding of souls. They enthusiastically read stories to the younger ones, told all of the boys stories about their lives, with particular emphasis on letting them know what it was like for them when they were the same age the boys were now. They let the boys know how much the world had changed in those few years and how lucky they were to have the opportunities they had now. The boys also told the Spences stories about their pasts, which the older couple had only known a little about before this, and they were shocked at some of the conditions the boys had been forced to endure. They were especially moved by Cole and Graham's story, not understanding how a mother could starve and neglect her children like that. It was quite an emotional time as each of my young men told his tale. Sammy and Andrew's grandparents arrived next, and they were quite amazed at the announcement of the houseful of guests we'd be having. Over that extended period of time, Sammy and Andrew introduced them to all their brothers, sisters, nephews, and niece, before they introduced them to their 'other' grandparents. John and Margaret were swelled with pride, having been introduced this way. When Aunt Sally, Aunt Mary, and Uncle Steve arrived, they introduced them too. The O'Hara's arrived from Texas next and they were soon getting to know the others there too. The Lawrences had agreed to pick up Carlos and his mother on their way through, as they flew into Philadelphia on this trip, so they were the last to arrive. The boys introduced all of our new guests as they arrived, making sure they got to learn how everyone was 'related', and soon everyone was here and the house was full of love and laughter. The Christmas tree had been set up in the living room, so the boys were sleeping in the family room this time. Jordan and Nicky turned the ping-pong table into a tent, draping blankets over it. They slept underneath it, with Sammy, Andrew, and Graham. The rest of the boys broke up into various groups, staking out their share of the room for themselves, and we spread the guests around in the other accommodations. The Spences were given my room again, and everyone else was assigned a bedroom upstairs. Everyone was satisfied with their room assignments and they were told which bathroom they would be using. The boys were also split up between the bathrooms, but they were told to shower during the early evening, to keep out of everyone else's way during the later evening and early morning hours. On Christmas Eve, we had a large meal and then all went to church together. We took the Suburban, the van, and two cars. It looked like an invasion when we arrived. It was really special having the extended family together on this special day, and Nick sat between his parents, looking like this was the best Christmas present he had ever received. They seemed very pleased, as well. Brandon and Danny sat with the O'Haras and they seemed quite satisfied that both boys had decided to sit with them, and this alone probably made their whole trip worth while. This was the first Christian service Sammy and Andrew's grandparents had attended and they tried to absorb it all, as their grandsons did the best they could to explain things. The Spences had been asked to sit between Graham and Cole, as those two had grown very close to this couple over the past week. The rest of the boys spaced themselves out among the older brothers and sisters and their aunts and uncles, and Ricky sat between my oldest son and me, leaning against my shoulder. I think he still felt a special connection to me, having been the first of my new family. It was a very nice service and we all enjoyed singing some of the traditional religious Christmas songs, like Come All Ye Faithful, Oh Little Town of Bethlehem, We Three Kings, and the First Noel. Everyone felt exceptionally good after the service and we loaded up and drove home from there. The boys were sent to bed, so Santa Claus could come, and when the older boys started to protest about having to go too, I reminded them about how early the little ones would be getting us all up. That convinced them to make the best of it, as they remembered how special Christmas Eve had been when they were younger, especially the ones who were younger when they first arrived with me. They were happy to play the game for the little ones and were soon reminding the little ones about Santa's visit. My second son had dressed up in a Santa suit and strolled back to the outside, rear of the house. He peeked in the family room windows, looking like Santa, sending the little ones into a complete panic. They thought Santa wouldn't leave them any presents because they had still been up when he came, but we explained that he checked twice and he would leave them the next time, if they were all sleeping. As excited as they were, they settled in and soon fell asleep. It had been a priceless moment. After the boys went to sleep, the adults got busy, getting the presents and placing them under and around the tree. Steve took the van to load up with things from his place, as we kept many of the presents at his house, where the boys wouldn't find them. My oldest two sons went to help him. The rest of the night was spent wrapping the remaining presents and assembling those toys that claimed...'some assembly required'. Yeah, right, some assembly indeed. My two older sons and I were up until after 3:00 a.m., putting together various gifts for the kids, most for the youngest of the group. The first boys woke up at 5:00 a.m., but Danny and Brandon were able to restrain them until 6:00, by walking them down to the living room and letting them peek in at all the presents. The smaller boys were very excited, but they did contain themselves for another hour. At that point, Danny sent them to wake me up first and, once they had my permission, they woke up all the others by yelling, "Santa's been here. Come on down and see what he left us. Come on. Hurry Up!" The adults dragged themselves downstairs, trying to wake as they went, and the boys were all sitting in the living room waiting for their older brothers and sisters to start passing out the gifts. After that, there was wrapping paper flying everywhere, shouts of joy when they saw what they got, and thank yous made to the ones who had given the present. It took almost two hours before all the gifts were open. There were special presents that came from the boys and were given to the adults, mostly gift certificates, a collection of nicely framed portraits of them, and cards the boys had made on the computer, especially for each person. Those cards were probably appreciated the most, because the greeting came straight from the heart. When the presents had been all passed out and there was nothing left to open, John Spence stood and walked around, handing each individual a card. Inside was a check, each made out for $10,000. He told my boys and grandchildren that this money was to be deposited into their accounts, to use for college or starting a career later. There were many thank yous and a great many hugs and kisses after this. He told my older children that they could spend this money any way they wished: on themselves, on their houses, or on continuing their education. They were all grateful for his generosity and they thanked him and hugged or kissed them both. When he handed me an envelope, he waited for me to open it. It was a check made out for $20,000. He told me this was not for the charity, but for me to use to take the boys on mini-trips or on their next summer vacation. I told him I would do that and thanked him for everything, especially for their generosity to my family and for helping to establish the charity. If there was a Santa Claus this Christmas, it was John and Margaret Spence. Christmas dinner was equally as wonderful. I took care of the turkeys and ham again and everyone else prepared their best/favorite dish to go along with it. It was a huge success and the best of everyone's talents were offered. The Japanese grandparents got a good helping of the best of American home-cooking and an indication of how holidays are celebrated here. I might have forgotten to mention this earlier, but they were also given numerous Christmas gifts from the others, ranging from special portraits of their two grandsons, tickets for them and their grandsons to go to the symphony and a musical, special chocolate candies and petit fours, and some American Express gift checks, so they could buy their own souvenirs of their American Christmas vacation. They were quite thrilled with the variety of gifts, but a bit embarrassed that they had not purchased anything for everyone else. After an explanation from the rest of us that it wasn't expected and we certainly didn't lack for gifts, they finally relented and said they would make it up to us when we visited them, and they'd be happy to host the others, if they ever made it to Japan. That was all the present any of us could ask for. Although my older children had to leave that night or the next day, to return to their jobs, my grandsons stayed behind. The Lawrences and the O'Hara's had spoken to me beforehand, telling me they like to take a week of vacation and spend it with us over the holidays, so they all were staying through New Year's. Both sets of grandparents were planning to stay through the New Year as well, and my grandchildren's parents would be returning to celebrate the New Year with us and to collect their children and take them home then. So of course, now we had to plan for a special New Year's Eve celebration. * * * * * * * * 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.