Date: Mon, 3 Feb 2003 12:27:11 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel - book 6 chapter 3 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, and to Art for proofreading it for me. 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 6-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 3 - Seeing some of the US. August 2002 Brandon and Nick were scheduled to arrive back home late Wednesday, and Jake drove to the airport to pick them up. I stayed back with Nigel and the other boys, noting that Jake and I didn't both have to go to bring them home. While I waited for them to arrive, I checked my email and found a message from Ricky. Hey, Dad, Sorry I haven't written for a while, but I've been really busy. Things are going great over here. I really like my classes, and I've been learning a lot, but I've been having some fun too. I've been seeing a lot of Kylie, and we went to a dance together and she's even had me over to meet the rents. I'm supposed to go to her house this Sunday, for dinner after church. I'm not really comfortable around her mom and dad, but I like being with her, so I guess I'll do it. Wish me luck. Peter and I have been getting along great too, but he's starting to get even with me for all the pranks I've pulled on him. The other night I came home a little late, and he was already in bed, so I slipped into the room quietly, so I wouldn't wake him. When I went to get into bed, my mattress crashed to the floor. He had taken out two of the slats that held it up, and then he arranged the other two slats, so they would give way once my weight was on it. When I turned on the light, he was laughing hysterically. I went over and tickled him for that, but I've got to think of something else to do to him now. And that's not the only thing he did. We went to play soccer with his friends the other day, and I left my stuff on the bed while I ran to the toilet. When I came back, I put them on and we took off to meet up with his mates. Wow, look at that! I'm even beginning to talk like them. I never use the word mates. Hehehe Anyway, as we started running around, I noticed my balls were beginning to burn. When I mentioned that to one of the other boys, he started to laugh, telling me it sounded as if Peter had pulled the old liniment trick on me. He then explained to me that Peter must have put some liniment in my jock, so once I started running and sweating, the combination of moisture and liniment would create an extreme heat in that area. Man, by the time I got home, my balls were really red and sore. I took my stuff off and jumped in the shower to wash it off, but that was a bad move. It made it burn even more. I jumped out, grabbed the towel, and just tried to wipe it off. Damn, my balls were sore for two days, but I'll get even with him for that too. Well, Dad, I still like it over here, but I miss all of you. Tell all my brothers I said hi, and tell them that I miss them. I hope you all miss me too. See you next year. Your bestest son, Ricky By the time I had finished reading his email, I knew that Ricky had met his match in Peter. There was a boy who was willing to give, as well as being able to be on the receiving end of Ricky's stunts. Besides, it gave me a good chuckle knowing that he wasn't passively accepting Ricky's abuse. I zipped off a quick email, telling Ricky that Peter was only paying him back for all the pranks he had pulled on him, and I told him to consider the score even and move on. Even though I told him that, I knew he wouldn't do it, so I knew I'd hear about even more pranks in the future. A little later, Jake showed up with Brandon and Nick. The boys seemed happy about being back, and they both gave me a hug and said hello to the others, but they seemed to be especially excited about seeing Nigel's group again. Nick must have been making some plans on the plane, and he set those plans into motion almost immediately upon arrival. After the formalities of greeting everyone was over, Nick hooked up with Nigel's Irish brothers, Padraic and Sean, and none of us saw any of them again, until morning. Later I learned that Nick's parents had planned out most of his time while he was with them, so he didn't get much time away from them, so he was quite horny by the time he got back to us. He immediately talked the Irish brothers into joining him for the night, promising them the time of their lives. They went up to his room, which had been used by others up until he arrived back home, and quickly the trio stripped down and got ready for some action. Nick told Sean he'd suck him off, so he had Sean lie on the bed. Then Nick told Padraic to get behind him, and screw him doggy-style, while he gave his brother a blow-job. Padraic quickly explained that he'd need a rubber to do this, and Nick responded that wouldn't be necessary, but Padraic insisted, telling Nick he'd promised both fathers he wouldn't doing anything without using protection. Nick finally relented, sped off to the bathroom to grab a handful of condoms, so he'd have extras, in case he needed them later. Once he arrived back, the fun began. He had Sean get on the bed, while he bent over the side of the bed, slowly stroking Sean to life. He also spread his legs wide, so Padraic could stand behind him and take him at the same time, and Padraic slid on the prophylactic in preparation. Once he had that on, he added some lube to the surface of the sheath, and then he lubed Nick up a little, as Nick began to lick and suck all around Sean's genital area. Padraic told Nick he was ready, and slowly he slid into his willing partner, while Nick began to bob up and down of Sean's firm mast. Nick was enjoying giving and receiving at the same time, and he could feel Sean squirm and thrust below him, as the older brother rammed him from behind. Nick was reveling in this dual activity, relieving some of the sexual tension that had built up inside of him while he was away, as he enjoyed this double stimulation. He focused on Sean, and bringing him to orgasm, but he wasn't oblivious to Padraic, and the incredible pounding he was giving Nick. Nick shivered every time Padraic's monster brushed his prostate, and a couple of times he'd lost his rhythm on Sean because of the overwhelming sensations coming from his backside. Nick could also begin to fill his own juices beginning to rise, from this joint activity, and now he switched his concentration, to make sure they all came about the same time. Nick sucked on Sean with a renewed effort, massaging his testicles and probing his anus with a finger, at the same time. Sean was beginning to bounce up and down on the bed at this point, signaling Nick he was close, so Nick increased his suction, while massaging his prostate with his long, slender finger. Soon this activity sent Sean over the edge, causing his fluids to rise up his tubes. Nick felt the first warm blasts of liquid squirting from the tiny slit, and he swallowed them as quickly as he could. He also had reached the point of no return himself, and soon his own stiff hose was spewing its creamy contents over the sheets and down Sean's side. His own climax had caused his rectal muscles to spasm, squeezing even harder on Padraic's pistoning dick, causing him to ejaculate his load deep within Nick's bowels. Padraic rammed him a few more times, milking his own dick dry, and then the three of them collapsed on the bed, satisfied with their sexual release. Once they had sufficiently recovered, Nick quickly cleaned up the sheets and thanked both his partners, and they talked for awhile before he let Padraic and Sean switch places, for a second go around. Once that activity was completed, the three boys snuggled up together in the bed, with Nick in the middle, and they stayed that way until morning. All of us spent Thursday packing and making sure that we had everything that we would need to take with us on this trip. I also called the bus company to verify our reservation, and to check on the time the bus would be arriving to pick us up. I was told that the bus would be here at 5 a.m., and then we'd go pick up Little Ricky at the farm. After that, we'd be on our way for a couple of weeks of fun. Although the boys were excited, none of them knew all the details of this trip. No matter how excited they were, they all were on their best behavior for the entire day, and they even went to bed early, without being told to do so. I guess it was because they knew that we'd be getting them up at 4 a.m., so they'd have time to dress and eat before we left. All the luggage had been brought downstairs and stacked in the family room, and Nigel, Jake, and I had questioned the boys about the things they had brought, trying to eliminate their forgetting something they'd need. By the time the bus arrived that next morning, the boys were ready to grab their things and load their gear in the luggage compartment below the coach. After that, we had them get on board, counted noses, to make certain we left no one behind, and then I went back to double-check the house, lock the doors, and when I was certain that everything was in order, we were on our way. Because it took some time to load the luggage and the boys, it was between 6:30 and 7:00 when we got to the Beckers, and Little Ricky was standing on the porch waving at us as we drove in. There he was, with his suitcase beside him, looking like an emigrant waiting for the last boat to the New World. He grabbed his luggage and leaped from the porch, not even waiting for the bus to come to a halt. About that same time, Mr. and Mrs. Becker emerged from the house, looking at their son and making weird faces about how he was acting. As soon as the bus stopped, I got out to speak to them. "This kid has been a bundle of nerves for over twenty-four hours," Mr. Becker announced. "You'd think he'd never taken a trip before." "He's just a boy, dear," his wife chided him. "You don't have to make fun of him. He's just excited about being with his Uncle Pop and all the boys. Weren't you a kid once?" "Not that I can remember," he replied. "I was doing a man's work on my father's farm, as early as I can remember." "Well, maybe that's why you're not much fun at times," she added, "because you never learned how to be a kid and enjoy yourself." Mr. Becker just gave her a shocked glare, almost like he hadn't expected her to make such a comment, but then they both smiled. "Guess you're right," he told her. "I always envied the other kids my age, when they talked about taking family trips and vacations. Go ahead, son, and have a good time. But you be good for Mr. Currie." "Yes, dear, have a good time, and call us when you can." "I will. I promise," Little Ricky told them both, as he gave them a hug and a farewell kiss each. Then he spun and raced up the bus stairs, looking to see whom he'd sit next to, for the bus ride. "Don't worry about him," I told the Beckers, "as I've got several other surrogate fathers who are more than eager to watch over him." Of course, I was referring to my older boys, who would watch over Little Ricky the same way they would over Andrew, Sammy, or Graham, although Graham was beginning to think he was too old for that now. The Beckers thanked me for including him, tried to give me some money, which I refused to take, and then I shook Mr. Becker's hand and gave his wife a kiss, before I boarded the bus myself. Everyone waved at the Beckers as we drove off, and they waved back, and soon we were on the road, heading toward our first destination. I had kept the itinerary of the first part of this trip a secret, except to the adults, and all the boys knew was we'd be visiting a naturist camp at one point. It was one of Nigel's boys who first recognized where we were going, as he read a sign telling the distance to New York City. My boys had been there before, a couple of times in fact, but I felt our European friends should see it at least once, before they returned home. The skyline of the city had them in awe, as we got closer to it, however it just wasn't the same without the Twin Towers looming up in the distance. We spent the rest of that day seeing the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, before we ate dinner in the city, as I made reservations at a nice restaurant well in advance. That night we spent in a downtown hotel, which gave me a group discount, seeing their business had been down recently and they were doing everything they could to attract customers to their establishment. It was an older, yet still elegant structure, and I think Nigel's boys were impressed by its design. Yes, it could even rival those historic places in their own country. Throughout the day I began to notice that Vinnie was unusually quiet, and at first I wasn't sure what was up. Then it finally struck me. Vinnie's parents had died when their plane was crashed into one of the Twin Towers. What in the hell must he be going through, and why hadn't I realized this sooner? Now I kicked myself for not thinking ahead, but I was determined to talk to him about it, later that evening. During dinner, I informed both Jake and Nigel what I had planned, and the reasons for it, so they were going to keep an eye on the rest of the boys, while Vinnie and I spent a little time by ourselves. As everyone else was heading up to his room, I pulled Vinnie aside. "Hey, Bud. Why don't we go out for a little walk, just the two of us?" "Why, did I do something wrong?" he asked me, with a quizzical look on his face. "No, I was the one who did something wrong, and I want to apologize to you for it." I'm not sure he understood what I meant by that, but he went with me, and once we were walking down the sidewalk, I began to explain. "Vinnie, I apologize for being so thoughtless. It had completely slipped my mind that this is where your parents died. How are you handling that?" Now he looked up at me, with understanding in his eyes, and then they began to fill with tears, as he dealt with that emotional issue. "I thought everyone had forgotten about that, and it kind of hurt. I'm glad you remembered." "So, how are you holding up?" "It's not easy, and I'm worried about tomorrow. You said we were going where they stood, right?" "Yes, but you can stay near me, if that would help." "Yeah, okay." "Would you like me to remind Kevin too, so he can help?" He looked at me, but I could see he was thinking hard about what I just asked him. "I don't know. What do you think?" "I think I should. He's probably doing what I did, being so caught up in the excitement of showing Nigel's boys around, that I forgot about my own. I'm really sorry about that, and I want to make it up to you. Will you let me?" "Okay, and I understand." When we got back, I took Kevin aside and explained things to him, and I know he felt as bad as I did, when he realized how cold we had been. He immediately went over to Vinnie and apologized as well, though Vinnie reassured him it was all right, and then we both pledged to make it up to him tomorrow. The next day we went to the top of the Empire State Building, noting the hole created by the collapse of the World Trade Center, and then we went over to look at the grounds there, as my boys thought back to our first trip to the city. As we drew closer to the site, Kevin and I moved on either side of Vinnie, so we could support him through this difficult time. Even though it was hard for the rest of us to look at that huge void, remembering having gone up the tower and peered from its observation deck, I was sure it must be a thousand times worse for Vinnie. He made it through like a trooper, though he shed more than a few tears while we were there, but no one seemed to think much of that, as the other boys shed a tear or two of their own at that point. Nigel's boys were very supportive, offering their expressions of remorse and outrage over what had happened those many months ago, and I think we all understood how important it was to have Great Britain as our staunchest ally. By the time we were ready to leave the site, we were all emotionally drained, but I think that it also served as a catharsis for Vinnie. It allowed him to deal with that part of his past, come to terms with it, if only in a limited way, and then put it behind him, ready to move on with the rest of his life. Kevin was wonderful with him, having been through his own crises over the years, and he seemed to know exactly what to do or what to say, to help ease Vinnie through this critical moment of dealing with his personal demons. I'm sure Vinnie was as glad as I was, that Kevin was there to help him through it. After that, we got back on the bus, left the city, and caught I-95 south, with our next stop being Washington, DC. We spent that evening in a motel in Maryland, waiting to enter the capital until morning. After a rather large dinner, topped off with an array of desserts, we went to our rooms to turn in. Nigel's boys were buzzing about seeing the capital, as they didn't think they'd be doing this much traveling while they were with us, and my boys tried to tell them some of the things they might see there, as some of them had been there before. I'm not sure how much sleep the boys got that night, but we woke them early and took them all out to breakfast, before we drove into Washington for a whirlwind tour. The first day we did the White House, the Capitol Building, and the various monuments. It was a hurried and hectic pace, but I wanted the boys to see as much as possible, yet still keep to my timetable. The next two days we took them on a warp speed tour of the Smithsonian, letting them see our equivalent of their British Museum. Nigel's boys were impressed with their three days in the U.S. capital, and I thought it was important that they got to see it, but now we were on our way further south, this time to spend a day at Colonial Williamsburg. Although Nigel's boys enjoyed their brief stay in Williamsburg, I didn't realize that having lived in England, they had been to places there, which did very similar type of things, though maybe not exactly in this context. I was told that there were several such places they had visited, where they reenacted various ways of life throughout the centuries. They were all very polite and didn't make any negative comments about this stop, and they did their best to enjoy the visit. Even thought they were very polite, I could still tell that they wouldn't have minded skipping this one stop. That night we spent some of the time on the road, finding a small family-owned motel along the way. Although the vacancy light was lit when we arrived, we soon took up all of their available rooms, making the owner very happy. After a restful, but too brief stop, the next morning we were back on the road again. Late that following afternoon, we arrived at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, and we told the boys they'd have the rest of that day, and the next, to spend enjoying the ocean. I had reserved several rooms at a beachside resort, so the boys wouldn't have far to travel to enjoy the Atlantic, and Nigel's boys were impressed with the sandy beach. The boys frolicked for hours, enjoying the sun, the sand, and the surf, though Nigel, Jake, and I kept a close eye on those in the water, lest we have another incident similar to the one we had in England, where one of Nigel's boys had nearly drowned. Fortunately our time there was uneventful, in that regard, and everyone had a good time romping in the ocean, although I think the boys would have preferred not to have had to wear trunks. Nonetheless, everyone enjoyed their stay there, especially Little Ricky, as this was the first time he had been in a body of water larger than his pond or a small lake. He had seen the ocean when we visited the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, but this was the first time he actually had a chance to get in the ocean. I watched him closely as he entered the ocean the first time, and was immediately pummeled by a few waves. He seemed shocked at how powerful they were, as they swept him off his feet, and as he came up spitting water, the look on his face was priceless. He had been looking back at the shore, yelling to get the attention of one of the other boys, when the first wave hit him. It knocked him off balance and sent him under water, causing him to get a mouthful of seawater. He came up sputtering, and spitting out the salty brew, and he turned to look out at the ocean, as if he expected to see what exactly had knocked him off his feet. Just as he was turning around to do this, a second wave repeated the scenario, causing him to be dunked yet again. This time he came up with a huge grin on his face, like he thought this was a neat game to play, and I had been on my feet and only a short distance from him as I watched, in case he got into trouble and needed assistance. From that point on, he braced himself as each wave crashed toward shore, gaining confidence and the ability to deal with their pounding against his legs. The rest of his time there, he enjoyed playing in the ocean and leaping over and through the waves, usually talking others into joining him as he did so. After the second day at Myrtle Beach, we took a short trip to the naturist camp, which was only about 25 miles from there, but in North Carolina. It was called Whispering Pines Nudist Vacation Resort, a family retreat in a woodland setting, taking up about 35 acres. They had rental units, complete with cable TV, but we advised the boys that we wanted to limit their time watching the boob-tube. This was a vacation, and there were many things to do here, including volleyball, shuffleboard, horseshoes, a Swedish sauna, a heated pool, hiking, camping, paddle boats for the lake, and a clubhouse with pool tables, ping pong, and arcade games. This seemed perfect for my family, and I just hoped Nigel's boys would find it just as appealing. Once we unloaded everything from the bus, we told the driver he was on his own for a few days, and could amuse himself however he pleased during that time. I gave him a tip, for his efforts so far, thinking he might be able to use the extra cash during this time, and he seemed pleased that he didn't have to stay at the nudist camp with us. I think he was a little anxious about the idea, and was relieved when we told him he didn't have to stick around. He and the bus were soon gone, and now the rest of us decided to check this place out. As soon as we got everyone settled into their rooms, we decided to take a walk around the area, so the boys could become familiar with the layout. Soon we were all standing in a group, wearing only socks and athletic shoes, ready to take on the nature trails. We followed several of these trails, noting the various places they led, and then we came back to the lake. Of course the boys wanted to go swimming in it, so we all took off our footwear and enjoyed some time in the cool, clear embrace of the water. While we were in there, some other vacationers came to join us, one being a family with a boy about 11 and a girl around 13, and then there were two other girls, maybe 14 or 15, and another boy in his late teens. The boys began to introduce themselves to the others, getting to know them better, and they found out that these others came here at least once a year, to stay for a week or two. They asked the boys if they had been here before, and the boys told them no, but quickly explained that they had been to other such places and enjoyed being able to shed their clothes, without the normal concerns they would have when doing this. Over the next hour or so, more people came out to join us, and Mark met up with an attractive young lady in her late teens or early twenties, and he asked her to join him on one of the paddle boats. Now some of the other boys decided to do the same thing, either asking others in our group to join them, or inviting one of these new acquaintances to go out with them. Andrew seemed to hit it off with the 11-year old boy we met with his family, and they wanted to try taking a boat out on their own. Seeing they were both capable swimmers, the boy's parents and I agreed they could do so, and off they went, like two old chums. It was really cute to watch them, checking each other out and whispering back and forth, and some of the older boys began to make friends with the young females present. The rest of the day, everyone was going in all different directions, checking out all the various things there were to do, and even trying their hand at most of them. There were some very energetic volleyball games going on, with budding breasts and flaccid dicks bouncing up and down as they tried their hardest to win, and many of the adults sat around and watched them enjoying the competitive aspect. Others were trying their hand at the horseshoe pits and shuffleboard areas, with shuffleboard being totally new to them, while others decided to shoot pool, play ping-pong, and try their hand at the arcade games in the clubhouse. It was quite a nice and relaxing day, and the boys seemed to really enjoy themselves trying out all these various activities. That night, after dinner, Nigel, Jake, and I decided to try out the sauna, and we were surprised when Mark, Danny, Brandon, and Pat slipped in to join us. As we sat and talked, Mark told us about the young lady he'd been hanging around with earlier, and Pat told us about a young girl he had made friends with. Then the boys wanted to know what other plans we had for them, and I told them that other than an idea to camp out in tents for a night or two, this was just supposed to be a chance for them to relax, get some sun, and meet others with similar interests. They seemed content with that, and after our stay in the sauna, we all went to bed. The next day started out with the boys milling around after breakfast, but they soon devised their own entertainment. When I went to check on them, they had began their own co-ed softball game, and they seemed to be having a great time with the other young people they met here. After that, the whole group went swimming in the pool, instead of the lake, and then they decided to just lie in the sun to dry. During that time, some of the younger boys talked us adults into taking them on another hike, as they wanted to look for a good place to camp out, when the time came to do that. They also wanted to try to see what kind of wildlife might also be in the area. The boys were unusually quiet as we moved about, because they didn't want to scare the animals away, and we actually saw some squirrels, a few chipmunks, some rabbits, and even a couple of fawns as we took our stroll. This pleased them to no end, having been able to spot those creatures in their natural habitat, and the two fawns had played around like a couple of young colts, not even acknowledging our presence. We also discovered a good place to pitch our tents, for when we camped out. We had brought an assortment of tents with us on the bus, as I figured we might get a chance to camp out with some of the boys. After lunch, the kids started a soccer game, making their own goals to use for this purpose, and they once again included some of the other young guests in their games. It was beginning to look like our boys were becoming the focal point for all activities happening here, and the other young people would come to check with them to see what they were going to do next. The boys didn't seem to mind this, although there were a few loners who preferred to go off and do their own thing, instead of hang with the larger group, but no one complained and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The boys were also making some new friends here, as Andrew and the other 11-year old had become almost inseparable, and Frankie, Pat, and Mark had all seemed to find a young lady to keep them company during their stay. Even a few of Nigel's boys had found others to hang around with, some male and some female, and the whole group seemed to find some way to entertain themselves. The next day we asked the boys who wanted to going camping with us, telling them about a spot we had chosen, along the outer edge of the resort, explaining that we needed to know, so we would know how many tents and how much food we would have to take with us. Most of the group wanted to go, but there were a few who wanted to stay back in their rooms, not wanting to be parted from their newly found friends. Andrew asked if he could have his new friend join us, and I told him that was fine with me, as long as the boy's parents agreed to it, and they excitedly ran off to see if they could get permission for him to join us. Soon they were walking back with his parents, who wanted to check things out with me first. Once I assured them this would not be a problem, they gave their consent, and the two boys began to jump around, like they had just sat on an anthill. Some of the older boys tried to talk me into letting them bring some of the girls along, but I didn't think a co-ed camping trip would go over well with the girls' parents. Although everyone was running around naked, there wasn't much of a chance for sex, in fact the operators of the camp watched for such things and no sexual contact between guests (except for married couples) was one of the rules for the resort. The boys tried to argue the fairness issue, seeing Andrew was bringing his friend, but in my typical fashion, I reminded them life was not fair, and they'd better get used to it. The next day we got ready to go, and to my surprise, everyone but Frankie and Mark decided to join us. I was sure Pat and a few of the older boys might also stay behind, but I guess they decided they'd rather spend a little more time with the family, especially since they'd be going back to school, shortly after we returned home. We divided the food and tents between all those going, with the older boys carrying the tents and other gear, and the younger boys loading supplies in the backpacks they used for school the previous year. Some of the stronger boys carried the coolers with the food, one of each handle, and it wasn't going to be too bad carrying them between them. Soon we were setting off on the short hike to our campsite. The walk was enjoyable, even though we made far too much noise to see any wildlife, but the boys were telling stories and joking around the whole way. Andrew's little friend seemed to be very excited about this adventure, and he was talking to Andrew the entire time, although I never able to hear anything they were saying. Andrew told me later that the boy had told him that he'd never camped out like this before, other than sleeping out a couple times in his own back yard, so this was very special to him. I'm glad that his parents had let him join us. It wasn't long before we arrived at our pre-selected campsite, and we went about setting it up. The older boys unpacked the tents from their carrying cases and began to set them up, with the younger boys helping as much as possible. Once all the tents were pitched, we discussed who would sleep together in which temporary shelters, and then we stored our gear inside the appropriate tents. Next we had the boys clear an area for the cooking/campfire, clearing out all combustible materials, encircling it with rocks, and then we sent the boys to collect firewood we would use later, to cook our meals or build a campfire. This took a considerable amount of time, as they had to range out in all directions to find enough aged, dry wood lying about. Once everyone had stacked the firewood in one spot, Jake and I started a fire, over which we would cook our lunch. Everyone was hungry, mostly a combination from the hike, the small amount of work, and being out in the fresh air. We had brought an enormous supply of hot dogs, buns, ketchup, mustard, relish, and chips for this meal, so we had the boys each go out and cut themselves a green twig or small sapling, to use to spear their hot dogs and cook them over the fire. Each boy had at least two hot dogs and chips, although some of them had up to five or six wieners each, and then we broke open a bag of marshmallows and let them roast those for desert. After everyone had eaten their fill, I told the boys to rest for a bit, and then we'd go to the lake for a swim or they could take the paddle boats out again. They seemed to like that idea, so they set up their gear inside their tents, hung the food packs up in the trees, to keep the animals from getting into them, and we also made sure the fire was completely out. By the time all that was done, we began to walk to the lake. When we got there, some of the boys went out in the paddle boats, while others just laid in the sun along the shore, because I told them they needed to wait about another half an hour before they went swimming. Soon I was hearing singing, but I wasn't sure where it was coming from, and then I realized some of the boys had decided to entertain themselves by singing some of their favorite songs. A few of the more musical boys were even trying to harmonize, as it actually sounded pretty good. With a musical accompaniment, it would have been great. Some of the girls were at the lake too, and once they saw the boys, they came over to join them. Frankie and Mark were there as well, and now they said maybe they should have come with us, seeing they would still have been able to see the girls too. I told them that they could ask the other boys if they could still stay with us tonight, seeing they hadn't done any of the work, and of course the boys said that would be fine. Frankie and Mark told us they'd join up with us later then, so they could spend the night with the rest of us. Once I gave the boys the go ahead for swimming, everyone flew into the lake, and soon they were racing, dunking each other, and just having a good time. The girls were soon included in the activities, and I'm sure there was more touching than necessary going on, but seeing no one was complaining, neither did I. Once everyone was tired out from all this activity, the older boys went back to their rooms, walking the girls back to theirs on the way, and the rest of us were going to return to the tents and get ready to fix our dinner. The other boys would join us after they ate, as we didn't bring out enough food for them too. Dinner was going to take a while to prepare, so we had some of the boys help us. We had brought out steaks and hamburgers for this meal, along with whole potatoes, and corn, still in the husk. We let the younger boys husk the corn, and I had some of the other boys wrap the potatoes and meat in their own aluminum foil cooking-bag. Once the corn was ready, we put those in aluminum foil too, and then we made a fire. As the fire began to make hot coals, those were taken and used to cook the food. First a bed of hot coals was placed on the ground, with the foil wrapped food on top of them, and then another layer of hot coals scooped on top of that. Hot coals were continually added, to finish the baking process, and once we thought they were done, items were taken out, checked, and then served to the boys to eat. The boys ate like this was the first food they had ever eaten, and things began disappearing rapidly. We had travel containers of salt and margarine to use on the corn, and plastic utensils and heavy-duty paper plates to eat on, but I'm not sure the food had time to hit the plate before it was devoured. The boys raved about how good everything was, but I think it was more the idea of how it was prepared and the fresh air that made everything taste so great. After the meal, the boys threw their garbage away, helped to clean up the area, and then we gave them pudding cups for dessert. By now the sun was beginning to sink, and some of my boys began to ask me if I'd tell a ghost story tonight. I told them that I couldn't think of one to tell right now, but asked them to give me time to come up with one, so they left me to think and see what I could come up with. I wanted something that would fit in with the area, and the fact that everyone was running around nude, and I wanted it to be something even my boys hadn't heard before. I didn't know where to begin, or what to focus on, so I started watching the boys playing tag and horsing around. They always amazed me on how they could always seem to entertain themselves, no matter where we were, and this was no exception. As I watched them play, I came up with an idea. It was a little gory, but the boys did like them to be scary. When the boys came back to see if I'd come up with an idea, the were excited to learn that I had, so they gathered everyone around what was left of the fire, and asked me to begin. "Well, back when this resort first opened," I began, "they hadn't cleared away the grounds as nice as it is now, and the clubhouse hadn't been built yet and there were no living areas. It was mostly for campers and people in RV's, and the area was much more wild and wooded then. It seems like one young man, who was probably in his early to mid-twenties, came to spend some time here, and he decided to go out and investigate the area. While he was wandering through a small clearing, he happened upon a bear cub that also appeared to be alone. The young man gradually gained the young bear's confidence, and he began to play with it. "The pair had been at this for a few minutes, when the young man heard a growl behind him. He spun around, only to discover the mother bear, which was not happy with his being that close to her cub. She swiped one of her hug paws at him, claws extended, and the boy jumped back, trying to get out of the way of that lethal weapon. Unfortunately, he did not jump back far enough, and the claws caught his dick and ball sack, and literally ripped them from his body. The boy screamed out in pain, but there was no one around to hear him, and while the mother bear and her cub headed back into the woods, the boy lost consciousness, from the loss of blood. "He wasn't found for several hours, and then only by accident, but by that time he had passed away, from loss of blood. Since that day, it has been reported by many visitors to this place, that they have seen a young man wandering around the grounds, reportedly looking for his missing sexual organs. A couple of young men have reported that this ghost tried to claim their package as its own, and the story goes that he will continues to walk the grounds, searching for a penis and testicles that remind him of his own, so he can claim them and be whole once more." As I finished this story, I noticed a few of the boys involuntarily reached down and covered their genitals with their free hand, like they were afraid that this young ghost was lurking there now, ready to steal their prized possessions. I heard Jake and Nigel chuckle, as they had noticed the boys making those same moves, and later the three of us had a few laughs over how the boys how swallowed yet another of my tales, and then reacted because of it. After that, we sat around for a little while longer, before the boys started to head off to their tents, and the limited protection of being with several others in those close limited spaces. We adults stayed out a bit longer, giving the boys time to do whatever it was they might be inclined to do, and we started talking about what we would do the next day. When we had concluded our discussions, we headed for our own tents, as we had split up with some of the boys, and then we turned in for the night. I listened to some gentle snoring and relaxed breathing, as I drifted off, resting up for another day of roughing it. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me by clicking on the Nifty author link and scrolling down to "BW". 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