Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2004 10:54:19 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 9, 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 Emoe57 for his editorial assistance with this chapter, and Art, the real Vinnie and John for their additional input on each chapter. 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 9-by BW (Yng-Frnds). Copyright 2004 by billwstories Chapter 1 - The accident. July 2004 Jesse's words momentarily stunned me into inaction. "Aaaandooo huuuurt," he had choked out. After I got over my initial shock of hearing him speak, I finally I returned to my senses. "What happened? Where is he?" I blurted out, not sure if I expected Jesse to answer me using words again. However, he was smarter than I was at that point and he used his familiar hand signals to explain that whatever happened had taken place on their bike ride. Not sure how badly Andrew had been inured, I asked him to lead me to where Andrew was. He pointed at the Yukon, to let me know that the accident happened some distance from the house, and then he pointed in the direction he wanted me to go. We started out, with Jesse motioning when I should turn, until he finally signaled for me to stop. We were along the spot I had pointed out to them on our first bike ride together, where the road runs along the upper edge of a ravine. Jesse pointed energetically toward that area, letting me know that's where Andrew was. As I put the vehicle into park and turned on the 4-way flashers, I grabbed my cell phone and asked Jesse what happened. He pantomimed that Andrew had somehow lost control of his bike and tumbled over the restraining barrier, before somersaulting down the slope. I got out and looked down the embankment. I could see Andrew's still form lying near the bottom. I quickly climbed over the guardrail and slid down the hillside, trying to reach my injured son. When I was finally by his side, I could see that he was unconscious and possibly had a broken leg, because it was extending from his body at an odd angle. I quickly dialed 911 to summon help, excitedly telling the operator where we were and what we needed. She responded that help was on the way, so I thanked her, but she didn't want me to hang up until the ambulance arrived. I looked at my son and made sure I could still see his chest rising and falling with each breath, before I assured her I would hang on. Silently, I thanked God that Andrew had been wearing his bike helmet, because I was convinced he might not still be alive, had he not been using it. The ambulance arrived a few minutes later and I informed the '911' dispatcher of that, before I hung up. The emergency personnel had a tough time scrambling down the hillside, but they managed to bring down a backboard, their medical kits and all kinds of restraining devices. After checking Andrew's pulse and making sure he was breathing adequately, they slipped a brace around his neck, just in case there was any serious damage to it. After that, they put an air splint on his broken leg. After he was mobilized, the rescue team hauled him out of the ravine, using several ropes to pull the backboard up the hillside. I crawled up the slope on one side of Andrew's still form, in an attempt to make sure nothing else happened to him, while one of the EMTs did the same on the other side. Once Andrew's battered frame reached the top, his backboard was attached to the gurney, strapped down and placed in the ambulance. Once the gurney was secured, the ambulance sped off toward the hospital. I got in the Yukon with Jesse and we followed closely behind, never letting the flashing lights get out of sight, until we reached the emergency room. I hurriedly parked my SUV, and then Jesse and I jumped out and raced toward the door to enter. By the time we reached that point, the ambulance crew had already taken Andrew inside, but through another entrance. I went up to the front desk and explained who I was, but the lady on duty told me we'd have to fill out some forms first, while the doctors examined my son and ran some tests on him. Needless to say, I was not happy about this and quickly became more than slightly irritated, because I wanted to be in there with my son. However, the woman insisted I wouldn't be allowed to see Andrew until after the doctors had finished examining him, so I began to relent. I was still somewhat upset about not being able to be with him, but I controlled myself well enough to give her the information she needed. Once we were done, I still wasn't allowed to go in with Andrew, and Jesse and I were told to wait in the reception area, until they came to get us. Jesse and I went to the waiting area and got comfortable, trying to pass the time until we were summoned. We were both really worried about Andrew, but it was obvious to see how tense Jesse was about all of this. He looked tighter than a rubber band that had been twisted as far as it could go, to propel a toy car or plane. Whenever anyone entered or exited the area through the automatic double doors leading back to the examination rooms, both of us would look up, hoping it was someone bringing us news or coming to get us, but Jesse would almost leap up as well. At one point, I even thought Jesse was going to try to speak to the receptionist, so he could ask about Andrew condition and how much longer we'd have to wait, but that never happened. I tried to do all I could to reassure him, but nothing seemed to help. I held him, cuddled with him and constantly told him that Andrew would be fine, even though I had my own set of doubts to contend with. After a lengthy wait, a nurse finally came out to summon me, explaining that I could go back to see Andrew and talk to the doctors now. Jesse got up to follow me, and I was immediately informed that he would not be able to go back to the examination room with us. I tried to explain the connection between the two boys and how Jesse had uttered his first words in years in order to let me know Andrew had been injured, so I felt it would be best for both boys if they were allowed to be together. That news didn't seem to impress the nurse or set well with her, and she made it clear she wasn't about to budge on her stance. I didn't give up, however, and I finally convinced her to go back and check with the doctor first, to see what he had to say. She wasn't happy about having to do that, but when she returned, she told me the doctor had agreed to make an exception in this case. She informed us that the doctor thought Jesse's presence would do no harm, but it might do some good, so he would allow it. Anxiously, we followed her to the examination room and when we reached it, she opened the door for us and we stepped inside. There were three doctors in the room, the emergency room doctor, an orthopedist (who would set Andrew's broken leg), and a neurologist (who was trying to make sure Andrew hadn't suffered any brain damage because of the fall). After letting Jesse sit by Andrew's side and hold his hand, the doctors apprised me about what they had discovered. Andrew did have a broken leg, which the orthopedist said wasn't that big of a deal and would heal in six to eight weeks. Next, I pressed them about any other injuries Andrew might have sustained, and the neurologist told me there was some swelling around the brain, caused by his brain being bounced around inside his skull as he tumbled down the hillside. The physician explained that this damage would have been more severe, and possibly even fatal, had Andrew not been wearing a helmet. The doctor went on to explain that he was treating the swelling with drugs, pumped intravenously into Andrew's body, and those drugs seemed to be having some positive effect. He also informed me that the brain swelling was the mostly likely cause for Andrew remaining unconscious, but he did offer some encouragement. He told me that Andrew should regain consciousness again, once the swelling had gone down. He stated he was very optimistic about Andrew's chances for a full recovery, which came as a relief to me, and then he also let me know he was going to be leaving shortly, but he'd return in about an hour or so, to see how Andrew was doing. I thanked all of them for their help and then they left the room. As I sat next to Andrew, I focused upon Jesse, watching him as he fussed over his brother and closest friend. Thinking back over all that had happened, I realized how much of an effort it must have taken for Jesse to utter those few words, just to let me know that Andrew was in trouble. Jesse's concern for his big brother had overcome his years of not speaking, which had been brought about by another traumatic event, when he witnessed his father's death. At least now, I knew his lack of speech wasn't tied to any physical impairment, although I still realized it would take a great deal of continued effort on his part, if he were to ever be able to speak normally again. I was deep in my thoughts, considering all these variables, when I was distracted and shocked out of my reverie. I guess during my reverie, I hadn't noticed that Jesse must have been trying to get my attention, and when he couldn't do so, he spoke again. "A...a...an...dooo o...o...k?" he choked out, with some difficulty. I noted the concern etched on his face when I looked at him. "The doctors say he will be fine," I told him, forcing a smile onto my face, in an effort to help reassure him completely. He returned my smile with a lovely grin of his own, but I could tell he was still worried, nonetheless. That's when I decided I should say something more. "Jesse, he'll probably be home in a few days, but I know Andrew will try to get better even faster, once he hears you started speaking just to save him." This remark elicited an even broader smile from Jesse and I could tell he was trying to say something else. "G...g...g...ood," he finally managed to get out, before he turned back to face the unconscious form on the bed next to us. As I sat watching Jesse continue to fawn over Andrew, I realized there were things I was supposed to be doing to protect Sammy too. He was scheduled to meet those boys tomorrow, when they were going to force him to have intercourse with that girl, and I promised him I'd do everything within my power to get him out of that jam. The thing was, I'd been lax in fulfilling that obligation, because of what had happened to Andrew. I explained to Jesse that I needed to step out briefly, so I could use a phone to call Jake and let him know what we'd found out about Andrew. I also wanted to ask him if he'd be willing to come down and sit with Andrew and Jesse for a while, so I could take care of other things. He didn't even hesitate before agreeing, and he informed me he'd be here shortly. I thanked him several times for doing this for me, and then I went back to sit beside Andrew, although my attention was split between him and what I was going to do to help Sammy. I hadn't had an opportunity to determine what approach I was going to take to get Sammy out of this fix, but a couple of ideas were beginning to form in my head. I was trying to flesh these possibilities out, into something more substantial, when Andrew's neurologist returned. He quickly explained that he had checked the results from all of Andrew's tests and he couldn't see anything we needed to be overly concerned about. He explained that as soon as the pressure on Andrew's brain had been dealt with, he figured it wouldn't take Andrew long before he regained consciousness. The doctor also informed me that he and Andrew's ER doctor had agreed to have Andrew admitted and transferred to a room, where he'd stay until he got better and was discharged. He added that the orderlies should be arriving soon, to move him, just so we'd be prepared. After thanking him again, he walked out of the room, and Jesse and I just sat and watched Andrew some more. By the time Jake arrived, I was pretty sure what I needed to do about Sammy's situation. I left Jake with Jesse and went out to sit in the Yukon, where I called Captain De Luca from the State Police. He had helped us before, when Vinnie was missing, so I hoped he could be of assistance once again. After apologizing for bothering him on the weekend, I quickly explained Sammy's situation with him. Once he had all the facts, he began to ask me a few questions, to gain more details about what was happening. "So these boys are going to force your son to have sex?" he asked me. "More or less," I explained. "They are telling him he has to have sex with this girl to prove he's not gay." "Are there any witnesses to any of these conversions?" Captain DeLuca followed. "Not on my son's behalf," I advised him. "It's been just him and this group of boys, every time this was discussed." "That's not good. We should have some verification of these facts before we act," he explained. "Couldn't you put a wire or something on him?" I asked, hoping we could get the verification he needed that way. "We could, but if they forced your son to undress, it would be spotted immediately. If that happened, who knows what additional problems that might cause for him," he informed me. "Where is this to take place?" "In the woods near the athletic fields at school," I responded. "Are there any buildings nearby?" he wanted to know. "Yes, there's a storage shed there, which has a second story that is used as a press box for the games," I told him. "Would it be possible for us to get in there, providing those boys won't be trying to get inside that building?" he asked me. "That would be no problem at all," I informed him. "I could get you any keys you need." "Great, then this is what we'll do," he began, and then he went on to tell me what he had planned. I agreed to everything he suggested, made arrangements to meet with him in the morning and then I went back to Andrew's room. At least now I could take care of one son and still not let the other one down. When I got back, I discovered they had moved Andrew to his own room, and the nurse gave me directions on how to get there. After finding my way to Andrew's new room, I saw everyone was already inside. Jake was sitting in a chair next to Andrew's bed, with his back toward the door and Jesse was sitting on his lap. Jake was talking to Andrew's unconscious form, and occasionally he would make a comment to Jesse too. It was a very endearing site, watching Jake interact with Andrew like that, so I stood there for a few minutes, just watching it happen. Eventually, I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around both him and Jesse, before kissing my two men softly on the top of their heads. That startled both of them, as they hadn't seen or heard me enter, and Jake jerked around to face me, making me chuckle. "Oh, Josh, it's you," he exclaimed. "Were you expecting someone else?" I teased. "No, of course not, but I didn't think you'd be back this quickly," Jake confessed, before releasing a nervous little giggle. "You sure you weren't expecting some nurse or an orderly to drop by?" I continued, which drew a shocked look on his face. "Jesse, has he been fooling around with the people who work here?" I joked, drawing a surprised reaction from Jesse as well, before he shook his head violently, giving me his response. "Never!" Jake shot back quickly. "You are all I need," he added, giving me a wink. "Well, you and the boys," he corrected, as he squeezed Jesse and then glanced at Andrew lying on the bed. "That must be why I love you so damn much," I admitted, knowing that I might be a little lax verbalizing my love for him at times, but I knew he understood how important he was to me. Having said that, I pulled up a chair and sat next to him, and we all reached out to touch Andrew, just to let him know we were there for him. We now let our thoughts turn back to our youngest - I mean next to youngest, since Jesse was now the baby of the family - and we both said a silent little prayer that he would be back with us again before long. We sat like that, not saying much, while we stroked Andrew's arms and legs, hoping those gestures would somehow help to bring him back to us. Maybe, if he realized we were there and understood how much we loved him, it would give him a little boost, so he'd fight a little harder to regain consciousness. I was concentrating on Andrew, trying to will him to get better, when my stomach growled, reminding me that it had been a long time since any of us had eaten. I looked at Jesse and Jake and spoke. "Jake, why don't you take Jesse to the cafeteria and get both of you something to eat," I advised them, which immediately got Jesse shaking his head again, as he pointed to Andrew. I knew that meant he wanted to stay with him instead. "Jesse, you won't do him any good sitting here and starving yourself," I told him, "and I don't want to have to put you in a hospital bed too, just because you aren't eating." He gave me a disgusted look and then pointed at me, his sign that he wanted to know when I'd be eating. "I'll go get something after you two get back, or Jake could just bring me something back when he returns." I could tell the wheels were spinning in Jesse's head, before he pointed at Jake and then the two of us. "Oh, so you want Jake to go alone and bring something back for both of us?" I asked, rhetorically, as I already knew that's what he wanted. However, Jesse nodded his head energetically, to let me know that was indeed what he expected. I looked up at Jake, to gauge his reaction. "I can do that," he informed us, almost on cue. "Jake, you don't have to," I told him. "We can go after you get back. I just don't want Andrew to be left alone." "No, it's not a problem. I'll get something for all of us and bring it back to the room. Then we can all eat here together." Jesse immediately liked that idea and began nodding his head vigorously, so Jake asked us what we wanted and then left. I sat down next to Andrew's bed again and Jesse weaseled his way onto my lap. I have to admit, he is one loveable little bugger. While I waited for Jake to return with the food, the doctor stopped in to check on my little man again. He quickly informed me that he was going to have Andrew taken down for more tests shortly, because he wanted to see if his condition had changed any. I thanked him for his help, asked him how soon before they'd be taking Andrew for the tests, and then we discussed options - depending on what he discovered. The doctor was just getting ready to leave when Jake returned, carrying three unusually marked bags. Looking at Jake, and then down at my boys, just helped to remind me what a lucky guy I was. Recognizing the bags Jake was carrying, the doctor made some comment about the hospital food being bad for our health, so I told him he'd better get Andrew better soon, so we wouldn't have to eat it any longer. He nodded and grinned, knowing I got him back, when he was trying to zing us. After he left, the rest of us sat down to eat. I had told Jake he knew what I liked, so he should just surprise me with something, and he did. He came back with today's special for both of us, which was a BBQ beef sandwich with fries, dessert and coffee, while Jesse had opted for a cheeseburger, fries, cake and a soda. The meal did what we needed, which was to fill our stomachs so they'd stop rumbling, and it wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. Once we finished eating, we tossed our garbage away and then continued our vigil. We had been sitting by Andrew's bedside for about another half-hour when an orderly wheeled a gurney into the room, so he could take Andrew away for his tests. I recognized the worried look on Jesse's face when he saw the hospital attendant, so I quickly reminded him that the doctor had informed us he was going to have this done, to see if Andrew was doing any better. Those words seemed to comfort Jesse and he seemed to relax, so I took that opportunity to ask the orderly how long Andrew would be away. He informed me that the doctor had ordered several tests to be done and they would probably take a couple of hours to complete. That meant Andrew wouldn't be getting back to his room until very late, so I told Jake to take Jesse home until morning. Jesse didn't want to go and immediately started to protest, but I explained to him that even if he stayed, he wouldn't be allowed to go with Andrew. I assured him that even I wasn't going to be able to stay with Andrew during these tests, so he signaled to me that he wanted to know why I was staying then. I told him that I wanted to be here just in case the doctors needed my permission to do anything more for Andrew, so I didn't cause any needless delays in his care. I guess that made sense to Jesse, so after several minutes of reasoning with my ten-year old, he finally started to relent. I still had to promise him that I'd call to let him know when Andrew was brought back to his room and advise him how things went. Jesse and Jake stayed long enough to watch Andrew being wheeled away and then I kissed them both and told them I'd see them both again in the morning. This caused Jake to ask me if he should bring the other boys back with him, when they returned tomorrow, because he assumed I'd be spending the night here. Jake told me he was certain the rest of the family would want to see Andrew too, because they had said as much to him earlier, and I agreed he was probably right. However, after thinking about it a little longer, I told Jake it might be best if they didn't see Andrew just yet. I thought they should hold off until he regained consciousness, so the situation wouldn't seem as bleak to them. I didn't want any of the others to have to fret about Andrew's condition, and I thought 'out of sight, out of mind' might work in this case. This didn't mean I expected the boys not to worry about Andrew, but this way they might not become consumed with thoughts about how he was doing, if they didn't see him lying in his bed and looking so damn helpless. Besides, if they waited, it would also allow Andrew to appreciate them being there. Jake agreed with my logic and said he wouldn't mention anything to the other boys. He went on to say he would find a way to convince them it would be best to let Andrew rest and not get him too excited, should any of them mention wanting to visit. I thanked him and he grabbed Jesse's hand and turned to leave. As I had been told, Andrew was gone for a little over two hours. While I waited, I watched some TV, on the set in Andrew's room. Nothing really interested me, but it did help to pass the time. I was in the middle of watching some inane show when Andrew was wheeled back into the room and placed on his bed. He was still unconscious, but I hoped I would soon learn if there were any changes in his condition. After the orderly left, I fussed over Andrew; fluffing his pillow, tucking the sheet around him and straightening his hair - noting how truly handsome he was. While I did that, I also prayed his injuries weren't serious or irreversible. It was about that time when I remembered my promise to Jesse, so I grabbed my cell phone and called home. Dion answered the phone, so I talked briefly with him and then I asked to speak to Jake and Jesse. I heard Dion call for them, rather crudely. I'd have to talk to him about his manners later. When Jake came to the phone, I advised him that Andrew was back in his room, but the situation hadn't changed and I hadn't seen the doctor yet. He gave the phone to Jesse, who had been pestering Jake to let him speak to me too, as he wanted to hear the news firsthand. Once he had been advised of nearly everything I told Jake, I had him give the phone back to my lover, so I could say good-bye and let him know I'd see him in the morning. I needed to come home early, so I could shower and change before meeting Captain De Luca. Jake said he'd fix me something special for breakfast, which I thought was really sweet, and I thanked him for being so thoughtful and supportive. After hanging up, I sat beside Andrew's bed and began fussing over him, deeply concerned about his condition. Although I tried to control my unbridled imagination, I couldn't help but think about Brent and Cody, hoping I wouldn't have to endure that type of pain again. Then another thought crossed my mind. The problem was, it wasn't just the thought of him dying that bothered me. What if Andrew were to remain in this coma for years or was left permanently brain damaged from the accident? Would that be any less difficult to bear? I didn't know how I could stop considering these terrible possibilities, but then I considered there might be one way to find out. I thought about calling home again, to ask Jake to bring Graham to the hospital, so he could tell me if he saw any shadows around Andrew's body. After thinking about doing that for several more minutes, I decided not to go that route, as I wasn't sure I could deal with that knowledge either. If Graham didn't see things the way I hoped he would, I might break down and become a basket case, and none of us needed that right now. All these terrible thoughts were still playing in my mind when I decided I'd better try to get some sleep, so I adjusted the reclining chair they had placed in the room for me and got comfortable. It took me a while to drift off, and I woke up several times during the evening, usually when the nurses came in to check on Andrew, but I did manage to get a little sleep. The only problem was, my overnight stay with Andrew reminded me of some of the nights I had spent in Sloan-Kettering with Cody. It brought back some painful memories from that time, ones I hoped I would never have to endure again. In the morning, I left for home, just like I told Jake I would. When I got there, Jake had everything ready to prepare my breakfast, but he told me to shower first, and I could eat as soon as I was done. I thought that was an excellent idea, so that's exactly what I did. Once I got out of the shower, I threw on some clothes and went into the dining room, and Jake had everything laid out for me. I ate in kind of a hurry, seeing I had an appointment to keep, but I thoroughly enjoyed what Jake had done. After wiping my mouth, I gave Jake a kiss and headed out the door. Luckily, Jesse wasn't up yet, because I would have bet he wouldn't have wanted me to leave the house alone, no matter where I said I was going. I did wake Sammy up before I left, so I could advise him about the plan to deal with his tormentors. I needed to tell him what he was going to be expected to do and how he should act, to pull it off successfully. Sammy was a little concerned about some of the things I told him, but he understood it would have to be done that way, if we were to end this situation once and for all. I kissed him on the forehead, assured him he'd do fine and reminded him that his problems would be over by this evening. He thanked me and told me to give Andrew a kiss from him, before I left the house. I met Captain De Luca at my office and secured the keys he needed, before I informed him of my intentions. "I'm coming with you," I told him. "That wouldn't be wise," he replied. "You might compromise the stakeout." "Look, I'm going to be there to protect my son from those punks, even if I have take my own vehicle to do so." De Luca gave me a stern look. "Josh, you're too smart for that. Please, don't ruin our chances to nail these little bastards." I saw the logic in his argument, but I was feeling extremely protective now, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away. "I just need to be there," I repeated, almost sounding like a spoiled little brat. I felt bad about that, but I couldn't just walk away. "Okay, I'll let you sit in the surveillance van," he informed me. "Everything will be monitored through there and recorded, so you'll be able to see and hear nearly everything that goes on, but we can't risk you being seen. Is that clear?" he asked one more time, before totally agreeing to this plan. "Yes, I understand," I advised him, not daring to push him any harder. I rode with him to the State Police barracks, where he put me in the surveillance van and we drove to the meeting site. It was still an hour before Sammy was to arrive, but about now he was probably getting out his bike to ride there. We were leaving now, because Captain De Luca didn't want to take any chances that the boys might arrive early and notice our preparations. His men had everything ready with a half-hour to spare, so we had to sit patiently until they arrived. It turned out that it was a good thing we had prepared so far in advance, because those boys and that girl showed up about twenty minutes early. They parked their car in the lot and walked toward the storage shed. It's a good thing it was a windowless building and the stairs to the press box were on the inside, or they might have seen enough to suspect something. They spent some of their time walking around the building, which they did twice, and none of us were sure what they were up to. That's when one of them ran back to the car and came back carrying a lug wrench and then they began to try to pry the door to the storage shed open. We all panicked when they did that, and the people inside the shed raced up the stairs to the press box. They all crowded into that confined space and locked the door behind them, just in case the kids got in on the lower level. Fortunately, that didn't happen, but the kids did do some major damage to the door. After giving up on trying to break into the storage shed, they moved over and stood in the shadow of the trees that lined the area, until Sammy showed up. Once he pedaled up, things began to happen very quickly. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at 'BW's Rainbow Youth Connection,' at http://bwsryc.gayauthors.org/ You can also locate my stories by clicking on the Nifty author link and scrolling down to "BW". This will give you the links for everything I have posted there. I also love to hear from my readers and get their reaction to my stories. If you don't mind, please share whatever information you feel comfortable with, because it helps knowing my readers better when I decide what to write or how to gear it. Please email me at bwstories8@aol.com and let me know what you thought, so I can do even better in the future. Thanks, Bill.