Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2020 06:31:11 +0200 (CEST)
From: jacoblion@tutanota.com
Subject: A Neglected Boy The Twins LXXXIII

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A Neglected Boy "The Twins" LXXXIII
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   I looked at Kori as Ethan and Keith were pulling on boxers and told him
it was fun but, I needed a few nights `off' he agreed.  The teens headed up
on deck for a cold shower, they needed it.  Kori and I took a quick shower
before stepping out of our cabin and into the salon for breakfast.

   Pancakes or Froot Loops, toast, banana, `Tea', not for me, coffee, yes,
strong coffee, 3 cups for me, Ethan, and Keith, who looked very tired.  The
rest of the boys had milk and OJ.  Lorenzo tried my coffee and said it was
like dishwater and suggested an Italian brand.  I had plenty in Naples but,
I'll stick to my dark Colombian brand it's strong enough.

   The crew was excited to get going with our plans for the day.  There
were options like hiking, snorkeling, tour the main street area, (boring)
or go fishing.  However, it was almost a unanimous decision to rent 5
sailing dinghies.  Kori and I would rather have rented Kayaks the other 8
of the crew won.

   Ok, not so bad when they started talking about a race.  Yes, we could
race and the winner gets to choose our dinner place tonight.  Kori and I
had this situation in the bag.  Not so quick ... as the arguments began who
was in which boat with who.  The discussion quickly got out of hand and
nearly ended in a brawl.  So typical of a bunch of crass sailors.  Kyle and
Lorenzo watch the mouth! ! !

   Finally, 5 crews were decided with much argument and pouting.  One boat
crew was `elated'.  Our crews; Ethan and Kyle, Keith and Justin, Justin was
all smiles, Kori and Lorenzo, Lorenzo was smiling and Kori was nervous, me
and Marco, Marco was Ok with that.  Then we have the `elated' crew
comprising of Kris and Antonio.  Well, we know they will most likely be
last to cross the finish line.

   Kori and I thought it best to set some ground rules.  1, swimsuits
remain on, and that rule was immediately objected to. ...  2, NO fooling
around.  Well, that got giggles, smirks, and a few chuckles.  Antonio
looked at Kori and me with that slightly naughty look and gave me a wink as
his hand brushed the front of Kris's shorts.

   We packed dry bags with drinks, chips, and sandwiches.  Kori and I
waited in the cockpit while the boys all changed into swimsuits, mostly
Speedos, and then colorful shorts over the swimsuits for later. We were
almost ready ... just waiting for Antonio ... he was last to join us and
already had a guilty face.

   There it was that smirk that said he was up to something and it was
causing Keith and Kris to try and hide their slippery little smiles.  Kris
kept looking at the front of Antonio's shorts ... ahhhh, the giveaway.
Kori said . . . . "Antonio, let's see your swimsuit."

   Antonio was already laughing when he dropped his shorts.  There he stood
with this swimsuit that looked like an elephant's head complete with a
pouch for his penis that made the elephant's trunk.  Lorenzo looked at it
and said . . . . "Hey, a baby elephant." ... ... Ok, I have to admit I was
laughing too. ... ... ... "Antonio, go change, Now!" Kori said ... but, we
all did have a good laugh and it was funny and Lorenzo was right it did
look like a baby elephant.

   The launch arrived and we were off.  We arrived at the sailboat rental
place and were greeted by 2 good looking teens.  I'm thinking they were
Norwegian or Swedish.  It took nearly half-hour for them to explain all the
safety rules and what buoy markers we could use for our race.

   The taller boy, who obviously had a thing for Keith, told us about a
great beach where we could have lunch and it was perfect for
skinny-dipping.  When he said he often has his lunch there Ethan looked at
him and said . . . . "Oh, maybe you could join us for lunch and a swim."
... ... Ethan made it sound like a real invitation. ... Keith smiled and
turned a little red.

   In the boats finally and we were off for our sailing adventure.  In each
of the boats the idea was to let Marco, Kyle, Justin, Lorenzo, and Antonio
be the `captains' while Keith, Kori, Ethan, Kris and I were `crew'.  I was
keeping my fingers crossed I wouldn't be keel hauled or made to walk the
plank.

   The wind was perfect and soon we were joined by some dolphins that were
eager to accompany the 5 boats.  I'm not sure how Kori reacted when Lorenzo
forgot all about sailing.  He let go of the tiller to watch the dolphin
allowing the dinghy to swing rapidly to port.  The boom smacked Kori upside
of the head.  I think I heard what Kori hollered but don't want to repeat
it.

   The race to the buoy marker was quickly forgotten as we all began some
interplay with the dolphins.  Marco and I agreed that these dolphins are
used to entertaining tourists in these dinghies.  It was just a few minutes
and we had one right against the side of the boat as did the others.  It
was amazing for all of us to pet them.

   We were nearing the beach that our young friend had told us about.  I
could hear Justin singing his `I'm hungry' song.  Really the song is the
"Armour Hot Dog" song with Justin's words.  Problem is he can't sing and
keep his hand on the tiller too.  Fortunately, Keith grabbed the boom just
as it was about to attack.

   We pulled the boats up on the sandy beach and found just the perfect
spot for lunch.  Kori, Ethan, and Keith were stretching out the towels
while I and the other boys found some rocks to hold down the corners.  Our
brightly colored Jamaican beach towels made it look as if we at some
Caribbean resort.

   We turned to see who was approaching when we heard the sound of an
outboard motor. ... ... Ahhhh, the invited `tall blond boy' ... ... ... Oh,
the smile on Keith's face.  The boat slid to a gentle stop on the sand.  He
had an incredible smile and we quickly learned his name was Bjorn.  He
brought a large cooler packed with ice, soda, and juice.

   After lunch he went to his boat and brought out this game called
`Corn-hole' we've always called it `beanbag' game.  You toss bean bags to
the board with holes in it ... different points for each hole.  It was just
good family fun and we all liked this kid.  Keith liked him quite a bit.
We did the `swim between the legs thing, ... I'll just leave it there.

   Fun time was over and we got a surprise when Bjorn said the owner of the
shop invited us to a pig roast tonight; Ethan jumped in with "Yes", a Luau.
Now that said `party time' to all the crew and the rug-rats were already
dancing.  There was no getting out of it and who would want to miss a good
party.  Certainly not Keith.

   Kori and I had a few minutes to talk and compare notes.  Every day we
are with these boys brings something new and exciting to us.  Eight boys
each with their own personalities, each slightly different in their own way
but, deep inside there is something that defines their love as brothers.
Peter was so right when he said there was something special about each of
them.

   Bjorn had headed back to the rental shop and we packed up.  Now it was
time for a serious race.  Something happened during the race that brought
back memories of when I was 15 and sailing yacht club races in Newport.

We were just about to round the marker buoy.  Kris and Antonio were in
front and had about 4 boat lengths ahead when Antonio dropped his swimsuit
and mooned the rest of us. ... ... Hahaha! ... ... we all got the last
laugh when he lost his balance and fell overboard.

That was just part of it.  In falling overboard, he lost his swimsuit and
Keith and Justin picked it up.  The very colorful Speedo got tossed from
boat to boat.  Marco thought it would be a great hat and slipped it on.
Laughter and cheers for Marco.

   We were now in front and heading for the beach.  I don't know how Kori
and Lorenzo did it but they won.  For the rest of the afternoon 8 of us
were reminded who won, over and over Lorenzo danced his little jig singing
his song of `winners'.

   It was just the best day of the trip and something Marco and Lorenzo
will talk about with all their friends back in Naples.  I know we all will
miss them.  Kori and I haven't said anything to anyone but we would like
Alina and the boys to join us for Christmas.  Yep, we're thinking ahead.

   We cleaned all the boats and headed back to the rental shop.  The crew
was happy, sunburned, tired, and thirsty.  Arriving at the dock we were met
by Bjorn dragging a cart filled with ice cold drinks.  Dang, this kid is
hospitality plus.  A tall and slightly graying man approached and was
introduced as Gustav the owner and Bjorn's uncle.

   Immediately we were welcomed and made to feel like family.  Gustav gave
us the key to the shower room so we could all freshen up, no funny stuff,
and then join the rest of the family/guests.  The shower was cool and
refreshing.  There were lots of laughs but all and all everyone behaved;
even Antonio.

   We made our way to the backyard.  Wow!  The backyard was a huge stone
patio with a large freshwater pool, 3 firepits and a display of Japanese
lanterns that would rival anything I have ever seen.  This was a family
affair with perhaps 5 or 6 close friends.  We were honored to be asked.

   Things aren't always what they may appear to be ... or, don't judge a
book by its cover.  Bjorn gathered everyone and introduced each of us to
each of the other guests and family members.  The expression on Keith's
face was something Kori and I will remember for a long time when Bjorn
introduced Siri his `girlfriend'.  They were a perfect match.  She was
tall, like Bjorn, slim with blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin.  Her long
blond hair flowed gently falling off her shoulders like a gentle wave.

To be Continued:  A Neglected Boy "The Twins LXXXIV

The next chapter will also be told by Jake..........

To my readers summer of 2020 ... Many thanks to those who faithfully
continue to support and enjoy A Neglected Boy.   A very special thanks to
those who have taken time to send an email.   Please know the story will
continue but at a slower pace as I am either camping or bikepacking in wild
country.   Please enjoy new photos as I post them on my Flickr photo
page. https://www.flickr.com/photos/161652854@N06/

Be kind to others and stay safe during this very difficult time.

Hugs to all,
Jacob R. Lion
A Neglected Boy "The Twins" A Story of Love