Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 20:20:40 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel, Book 6, chapter 6

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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.

Cody, our little angel, I hope you are able to appreciate this.

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Author's note: If any of you reading this series wish to see it extended
into a book 7, please send me your suggestions for new ideas for the story
line.  It is getting very difficult to keep this story fresh and
interesting, so I can use your help.  I have enough ideas to finish off
book 6, but I need suggestions from you, the readers, if I go beyond this
book.

Thanks for your help.     Bill

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 6-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 6 - A new school year.                    September 2002

September was filled with a flurry of activity.  First was the meeting with
Judge Shay, so Vinnie could think about how he wanted to handle his future.
I had told Steve what I could in advance, about the things Vinnie had
mentioned to me earlier, but now it was Steve's turn to hear from Vinnie
exactly what he wanted.  We sat down in Steve's office, and he moved his
chair in front of us, instead of talking to us from across his massive
desk.

"Vinnie, Josh has told me about his talk with you, and he's told me that
you don't want him to adopt you.  He says it has something to do with your
relationship with Kevin.  Is that right?"

"Yes, it is.  If Pop adopts me, then that would make Kevin and I brothers,
and then I wouldn't feel right if it turns out we want to become partners
for life."

"Okay, I can understand that.  Is there anything else that concerns you?"

"No, in fact I'd like Pop to adopt me, if it wasn't for that.  He's been
great, and I love living here, so I guess it's just me.  I guess I can't
get past the part of Kevin and me being brothers, instead of lovers."

"What if I can up with a solution for you, a way to get around that?  Would
that help?"

"I guess, but it depends on what your idea is."

"Well, I've talked this over with my wife, and I think we have a
proposition you might be interested in.  What if WE were to adopt you
instead, and then we turned around and made Josh your permanent guardian?
You'd still live with him, the other boys, and still be part of that
family, and you and Kevin wouldn't legally be brothers.  Josh even said
he'd still include you in his will and all, but legally you'd be our son,
my wife's and mine, and you'd be part of our family.  I don't want to make
you rush such an important decision, so take your time, even if you need a
few days or a week.  When you're ready, let me know what you think of that
suggestion, and we'll go from there."

We could both see the wheels turning in Vinnie's head, so neither of us
spoke, as we didn't want to interrupt his thought process.  Neither of us
was expecting him to make a decision today, but we knew there were probably
things that popped into his mind immediately, and we wanted him to be able
to address those issues before he forgot what they were.  The longer he
took, the more his face began to brighten, and finally he turned back
toward us and spoke.  "That sounds great!  I can't think of any problems
from that, and I want to thank you and Aunt Mary for offering to adopt me."

"Vinnie, I told you that you could have time to think this over, if you
want, and maybe even time to talk this idea over with Kevin.  I want you to
be certain that it's what YOU want to do."

"I don't need to think about it any more," Vinnie told him, smiling broadly
all the while, "and it's the perfect solution to my problems.  I know and
love you and Aunt Mary already, so I think it's great that I would be your
son."  He hesitated for a second, before he continued.  "I do have one
question for you, thought.  If you adopted me, would I call Aunt Mary and
you mom and dad?"

"That would be entirely up to you.  You could do that, or you could
continuue to call us Uncle Steve and Aunt Mary.  We'd have no problems with
either way.  We're just glad that we could offer you an alternative, to
help you solve your problem."

"Yeah, it's better than I hoped for.  This way, Kevin and I can still stay
together, and we won't technically be brothers.  Then we'd still be able to
marry later, if that's what we both decide to do, and Pop would still be my
pop...yeah, I think this will work fine."

"Fantastic.  I'll write up the paperwork, and we can make it legal, as soon
is everything is approved."

"Thanks, Uncle Steve.  That helps me out a lot.  I was really worried how
we were going to do this.  Pop, is this all right with you?"

"Certainly!  Anything that helps you and makes you happy is fine with me.
We're both lucky to have a guy like Uncle Steve to help us in these
situations, aren't we?"

"We sure are," Vinnie replied, before going over and hugging Uncle Steve.
"Tell Aunt Mary I said thank you too, but I'll come over to your house as
soon as I can, to thank her in person.  This is great!  Thank you, both, so
much."

We left Steve's office and Vinnie couldn't wait to get home to tell Kevin
about everything we had just discussed.  Although I was pretty sure that
none of this would be a problem for Kevin, I think that now even he would
feel better that Vinnie didn't have to confront the issue of their being
brothers AND lovers in the future.  Now they could continue on as before,
exploring their love for each other.

Other than my continuing duties as superintendent, the next item on my
plate was to help Nick complete everything he would need to do to qualify
to become an exchange student.  He was still very determined to do this,
maybe now more than ever, and the emails from Ricky just seemed to
strengthen his resolve.  This was his junior year in high school, and he
was definitely thinking ahead.  He had even signed up for an extra heavy
load, taking senior English along with his typical junior year schedule, so
he wouldn't have to worry about coming back from the exchange program and
have to take extra courses to graduate.  This meant he was taking two
English courses, along with a math, science, and history courses, Spanish
3, and an advanced computer lab.  It was going to be a tough year for him,
but it didn't seem to bother or deter him.  He really wanted to do this, so
he could qualify to go to another country, and still graduate from this
school district on schedule.

As he wrote his essay about himself, and had his meetings with the various
screening committees, Nick had decided to focus on trying to go to Brazil.
I decided that maybe we should discuss this a bit, before he finalized his
choice, as I wanted to make sure he considered all the variables first.
When I pressed him about why he chose Brazil, over all his other options,
he explained that he'd been told that Brazil was the most likely place to
have openings, and would give him the best chance of being chosen to go.
He had even been researching the country, by using the school library and
various search engines online, so I concluded he knew what he was doing,
but I thought I'd be remiss not to check out a few more things with him.

"Did you know they spoke Portuguese in Brazil, and not Spanish?"

"I thought they spoke both," he told me.

"Well, some people might, but Portuguese is the official language, and
although there are similarities with Spanish, it IS a different language.
Knowing this, might it affect your choice?"

"I don't know.  I'll talk to my Spanish teacher and she what she has to say
about it.  If it's not too different, I don't think that will be a
problem."

"That's good, but do you also realize that because they are south of the
equator, their seasons are the opposite of ours, like Ricky found in
Australia?  That might mean that you would have to leave right after our
school year ends, so you won't get a vacation."

"Yeah, I already thought about that, but I think being in another country
will be like a vacation in a way, even though I'll be in school.  I know
it's not going to be easy, but I really want to do this, Pop."

"Okay, but I want you to call your parents again, and get their input too.
If all of you agree, then I don't see any problems."

"Thanks, Pop.  I'll do that."

True to his word, Nick spoke with his parents, and he also checked out the
differences in the languages with his Spanish teacher.  After doing both
these things, he decided he would be able to survive and communicate with
the people there, although it might take a little extra work on his part.
In fact, he was even kind of excited about learning a third language.  Man,
this kid was just full of surprises.  Just when you thought you had someone
figured out, they go and fool you.

On another front, Cody was also fitting into the family quite nicely, and
the growing bond between Graham and him was becoming quite apparent to
everyone.  Graham had spent nearly every night, since Cody arrived,
sleeping in Cody's room, taking showers with him, and fussing over him like
a wet nurse.  When I questioned Graham about his views on all of this, he
told me that he was really beginning to like Cody a lot, and even though he
didn't think himself as being gay, he thought he might be tempted to try
that, for Cody's sake.  He said they had so much in common, that he
couldn't think about being away from him, and that he just felt he needed
to be there for him all the time.  When I asked him if they had been doing
anything sexually, he told me not much, but they had jacked each other off
a couple of times.  I told him that was fine, as long as they both agreed
to it, and he told me that it was actually Cody's idea.  He told me that he
hadn't wanted to do anything unless Cody brought it up first, so he played
kind of dumb where sex was concerned.  When Cody eventually did bring sex
up, Graham said he gave in quickly, because he wanted to do things almost
as much as Cody did too.

A few hours later, I got to question Cody about this.  "Hey, Cody, how are
things going?"

"Great.  I really like it here."  He was smiling, and he truly seemed to
mean what he said.

"I see you and Graham seem to be getting close, wouldn't you say?"  I
looked at him, and he was still smiling, but he began to look a bit
apprehensive as to where this conversation might be heading.  I think he
was a little unsure of what my reaction might be, if I learned exactly what
they'd been up to, even though he'd probably heard stories from some of the
other boys.

 "Yeah, I really like him.  I think we're going to be good friends."  His
smile had faded slightly, and I could tell he was trying to figure out
where this conversation might be heading.

"And I think he likes you too," I added, trying to reassure him he wasn't
alone in his feeling.  However, now he began to eye me suspiciously, and he
was a little slow to respond.

"I hope so," he finally said, and then he eyed me some more.  Finally, I
guess he decided that maybe it was better to confront this head on.  "Is
that okay with you?" he asked me.

"Sure, as long as both of you agree.  Have you boys done anything
together?"  I think this question caught him off-guard.

"What do you mean?"  His eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets, and
his mouth was agape.

"You know, sexually.  It's okay, you know, as long as you're both willing.
I just don't want anyone to force anyone else into doing things they don't
want to do."

"No, we both wanted to do it," he blurted out, and then he stopped,
realizing he had said more than he had planned to.  Now he had a look of
fear on his face, like he was waiting for me to explode or to punish him
for what he'd said.

"Hey, that's all right, really.  I suspected you might have masturbated
each other?"

"Done what?" he asked, unsure of the term I had used.

"You know, jacked each other off...wanked each other...given each other a
hand job." I had kept going because he didn't seem to understand what I was
saying.  When I finally caught that spark of recognition in his eye, I
continued.  "Masturbation is the correct term to use, when you stimulate
your penis, or someone else's, to orgasm."

There was a look of disbelief on Cody's face, like he was shocked that I
had brought up such a thing.  After he got over his initial surprise, he
finally responded.  "Uh, do you talk about things like this with all your
boys?"  I chuckled.

"Actually, I do.  We're very open about things around here, even sexual
topics.  I hope that doesn't bother you."  He looked thoughtfully at me
this time, studying my facial expressions and body language.  When he was
convinced I was serious, and sincere, he answered me.

"No, not really.  It just kind of surprised me."

"Well, maybe I should tell you about how things are around here.  Let's sit
down and I'll try to explain some things too you.  We went into the family
room, which was empty, and I closed the door behind us.  I sat in my
favorite chair, and Cody was in my lap almost immediately.  Unfortunately,
he was doing his bouncing and squirming routine again, and he managed to
crush my old nads yet again.  I let out an "umph', and Cody turned toward
me, a look of horror etched on his face.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"It's all right.  I'll just start wearing a cup when you're around."  He
looked shocked when I said this, but after I laughed, he began to laugh to,
and then he hugged me.

"I really do like it here.  I like it here a lot," and now he relaxed and
put his head against my shoulder.  I told Cody about how we were very
honest and open with each other, how I allowed most things, as long as no
one was hurt or coerced into doing things they didn't want to.  I told him
about how we did things as a family, including our last vacation and the
nudist camp, and Cody lit up, like he thought that was the neatest thing he
had ever heard of.  He definitely wasn't going to be shy when it came to
his body.  After we were done with our talk, I think he was more
comfortable with how we did things here, and I was fairly certain that he
would be more open with me in the future.  He sat with me a while longer,
just talking about school and other things too, and I think we were
beginning to bond as I had hoped.

The next event on our calendar was the September 11th memorial activities.
It all began a few days prior to the actual anniversary date, when the
country was alerted that other terrorist activities might occur, as those
responsible for that event also planned to celebrate the events of a year
earlier.  We began to talk about all of these things as a family, like what
had happened, what might happen on the actual anniversary date, and what we
might do as a family to recognize the events and memorialize those who died
in that attack.  We finally agreed on what we thought would be appropriate,
and now all we had to do was to wait for that date.

On the morning of 9/11, we all went outdoors, before the boys went to
school.  We stood on our front lawn, and I offered a prayer for all those
who had perished that day, and then we spent another minute of silence,
letting the boys have the time to address things in private.  After the
boys did this, then they headed off to school.  I understand that many of
them watched the national memorial services on television, in their
classrooms, and under the supervision of their teachers.  Later, they also
discussed what they felt, both then and now, and I was pleased with the way
the whole topic had been handled.

Later that night, after dark, we all went outside on the lawn again.  I had
passed candles out, to all the boys, and at 9 p.m., I lit them for them.
We stood there holding them in front of us, for about ten minutes, in honor
of those who had died.  When we put those candles out, the boys went to
their rooms, plugged in the electric Christmas candles we often placed in
our windows for the holiday, and they lit those, leaving those glowing for
the rest of the night.  It was our attempt to recognize the suffering and
heal the pain caused by the events of a year ago, and it might also have
also been our way of thanking God that what happened didn't happen on the
day we visited the World Trade Center.  We had visited the site, both
before and after the September 11, 2001, and the boys all had vivid
memories of both visits.  Maybe we were touched more than most of the
country, except for the friends and family members who had survived or lost
their lives there.

Later that evening, we watched a show talking about the families that were
left behind, and the 61 children who will never either know their dads or
never be able to see them again.  That's when Cole came over and sat on the
arm of my chair, put his arm around my shoulder, and spoke softly to me.
"Some of us never knew our dads, and others of us lost them somehow, but
I'm sure glad we ended up with you as our dad."

I was touched, and I put my arm around his waist and hugged him to me.  I
didn't know if anyone else had heard what he said, until I felt Cody
bouncing around on my lap, managing to crush my nuts once more.  "Are you
going to be my daddy too?" he wanted to know.

"If you decide you want me to be, then that's what will happen."

"Really?" he squealed, as he hugged me too, and I realized that was what he
had wanted to hear, to put his world in order once more.

The following weekend, we also celebrated Andrew's twelfth birthday party.
He invited several friends, and they all had a good time, and another
milestone was passed.  Other than that, most of the rest of our time was
spent in school and traveling to the various colleges.  This year we had
five boys to help settle in, plus there were also the various activities
that would be held there, in which we wished to take part.  Two weekends
later was scheduled to be parents' weekend at three of the different
colleges.  Now I had to figure out how I was going to be with Frankie,
Brandon, and Kevin, just using Jake and myself.  I called all the boys to
discuss this with them, and I ended up with a couple of alternatives.  In
speaking with Frankie, he offered to forego our coming to his campus, as we
had done that last year, and he felt we could just come up some other
weekend to spend time with him.  Then I talked to Brandon, who told me his
parents were going to fly up for that weekend, so I didn't have to worry
about being there, and we could go spend time with Frankie and Kevin.
After talking about this some more, I told him we'd do that, but we'd all
come to see him a few weeks later, and he said that would be fine.  I think
he liked the idea that we weren't going to forget about him completely.

It ended up that Jake would take some of the boys and go visit Frankie, and
I would take the rest of the boys, and go to visit Kevin.  We let the boys
chose where they wanted to go, and Cole, Pat, Nick, and Shannon decided to
go with Jake, while Graham, Cody, Trey, Dion, Sammy, and Andrew wanted to
go with me.  Now that things were decided, we could iron out the details
for our trips.

We both decided to leave on Friday, after work, so we could have dinner
with the boys that night, and then not have to fight traffic on Saturday.
We would also spend all of that day enjoying all the prearranged
festivities, and we'd stay over Saturday night as well, and then we'd
travel home on Sunday.  It was a typical parents' weekend, beginning with
our going out to dinner on Friday night.  We took Kevin, Jeff, and Jeff's
mother out with us, so Jeff and his mother could get to know some of my
other boys.  We had a very nice meal, and everyone did a lot of talking,
with Jeff and his mother asking my boys many questions about what it was
like to grow up in such a large and varied family.  I guess they must have
noticed that Dion was black and Sammy and Andrew were oriental.  (I say
that with tongue in cheek.)

The boys were very open and honest with their answers, maybe too much so,
for Jeff's mother, as she was surprised to learn that some of the boys
considered themselves to be gay.  It's not that she hated gay people, it
was that she was surprised that boys this young would know and talk about
such things.  If only she realized that her son's roommate was one of those
gay boys, I wonder how she would have reacted then?

After dinner, we took a stroll around the campus, with the boys showing us
around, and then the boys introduced us to a few of the friends they'd
made, or other classmates or dorm residents.  We were even included in a
dorm party that was being held, and I was pleased to see that there was no
alcohol being served here.  It may have been because there were numerous
parents on campus at the time, but I hoped that was the norm, and not the
exception.

The next day we all went to the football game together, although Temple
lost, and after that we went out to check out the surrounding community.
Later that night we went out to eat together again, and then we went to the
huge campus social being held, complete with entertainment.  The entire day
flown by quickly, and we were all quite tired when it ended, so we all
turned in after that.  We planned to meet early the next morning for
breakfast, and then we'd be heading home after that.

We had a nice breakfast, and then attended an interdenominational church
service together, and then we said our good-byes, both to Kevin, and Jeff
and his mother.  We drove back home, compared notes with Jake and the other
boys about their weekend, and we discovered that they were very much the
same.  Now we could get ready for the rest of our week.

The following weekend was spent at Dustin's college, as it was parents'
weekend there, and the weekend after that was spent at Penn State, with
Danny, doing basically the same thing.  I was grateful when all those
weekends came to an end.

Near the end of October, something else came up.  It all started when
Graham came up to me one night, looking quite concerned.  I wasn't sure
what to expect, when he began to speak.  "Dad, I think we have a problem,"
he told me.

"And what sort of problem might that be?"

"It's about Cody, and I don't know what to do."  I wasn't ready for this
one.

"Okay, what kind of problem are we talking about?"

"I don't know how long it's been there, but I'm seeing a gray shadow around
Cody.  Not like with Brent, but more like what you had, just not as dark."

"And when did you first start noticing this?"

"It might have been there the whole time, but I guess maybe I was looking
at something else.  I was too busy noticing how cute he was, and I was
surprised when he picked me, over Sammy or Andrew.  They are closer to his
own age."

"Well, maybe he is into 'older' guys, but what else can you tell me."

"Not much, but the other morning I was watching him sleep, and that's when
I realized that he had a gray shadow around him.  Maybe that was because we
had those real white sheets on the bed at the time, and it stood out more.
I'm sorry I didn't notice it before, but I think you should take him to the
doctor and have him checked out."

"That sounds wise, and I'll do that, but I want to talk to Cody first, to
see how he's feeling."

"Okay, but don't tell him I said anything.  I don't want him to get mad at
me.  I haven't told him about my 'gift', because I wasn't sure he'd be able
to understand it.  I've also asked all my brothers to keep quiet about that
too.  I don't want to scare him away.  I like him too much for that."

"Okay, Graham, I'll be discrete, but I will investigate this further.  I
trust your perceptions too much to ignore a warning like this."

I left Graham trying to determine what I should do next, and then I waited
an appropriate amount of time before I approached Cody, to make sure he
wouldn't realize Graham had tipped me off about this.  I saw him alone, and
I asked him to take a walk with me.  He looked confused, but he did as I
asked, and we took a walk out toward the woods.  "Tell me, Cody," I began,
"how have you been feeling since you came here?"

"Fine.  Why?"

"I was just curious and a little concerned about you.  So there's nothing
that seems to be troubling you right now?"

"Well, sometimes I feel tired, and sometimes I have trouble catching my
breath when I'm playing, but it's no big deal."

"Well, how about I set up a doctor's appointment for you, to get you a
complete physical.  I just like to be sure all my sons are healthy, and I
generally do this with all the boys when they come to live here.  Is that
okay with you?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

"Great!  I'll let you know when it is."

We continued our walk, just so I could observe him, and it gave me a chance
to show him more of our property.  I thought back to when I took Ricky for
this walk, when he first came to live with me, and the feeling of deja vu
was overwhelming.  I knew it was a different boy, and different
circumstances, but the feelings of similarity were powerful.  Maybe it was
because of the physical similarity between these two at this age, but it
was like taking a walk through a time portal.  I didn't notice anything
unusual about him while we were out, and I secretly hoped Graham was wrong
this time, but Graham's track record with predictions was too impressive to
ignore.  I would make the appointment with the doctor, trying to impress
upon him my concerns.

While we waited for the day of the appointment, Graham came to me with
another concern, this one of a more personal nature.  "Dad, I need to talk
to you again."

"Sure, Graham, why don't we go for a ride?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," he told me.  I grabbed the keys to the Grand Am
and the two of us got in it, and Graham started talking to me the minute
the engine started.

"Dad, Cody wants us to suck each other's dicks, but I'm a little scared.
What if whatever he has is contagious?  Wouldn't that mean I could catch
it?"

"I guess that's a possibility, until we discover exactly what is wrong with
Cody, if anything."

"You think I'm wrong about this?"

"I won't know until the doctor gives Cody his physical, but I trust your
instincts enough to check it out thoroughly."

"Okay."

"Was there anything else?"

"Yeah, kind of.  Cody and I were fooling around the other night, and I told
him I thought he would have looked cute when he was younger, before he had
hair around his dick.  Now he wants me to shave him there, and I don't know
if I should."

"I don't see any problem with that, if that's what he wants, and you're
willing to do it."

"But I don't want to use anything sharp down there.  What if I slip?"  A
look of horror was registered on his face.

"What if I got you an electric razor to use?  That should be safe enough
for you to even shave his balls, if you want."

"Yeah, I hadn't thought about that.  That would work nicely.  Okay, Dad,
you always seem to know what to do.  Thanks, I'm glad I came to you again."

It didn't seem like any big deal to me, but it obviously was for him, so I
was glad I could help once again.  If what he told me was accurate, he
observation would have a much bigger impact than my meager assistance, and
he might even be saving a life.  I hope it's not that severe, but it's a
chance.  I'll let him know how important his contributions are, once we
know all the facts, and that should make him feel better about his gift.

Now I was more grateful than ever, that Graham and Cody had become so
close.  If it turned out that there was anything wrong with our newest
family member, it will be important for him to have someone close to him,
and by his side the entire way.  Having that kind of support had helped
others in the family to get through a crisis before, and being such a new
addition to our household, I thought having such a close attachment to one
of the other boys would be a major asset, in his behalf.

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