Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2010 00:11:12 +0200
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Holidays by the Sea - 102

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Chapter 101 ended

They walked out of the shower room and headed back down the dorm to J's
room. J nipped into a cubicle as he put his cock back in his shorts and
flushed the loo to make it appear that he had just used the bog. Then he
left the loos and began to make his way back to his room just as the group
discovered he was not in his room. Michael noticed J coming back up the
dormitory and so led the rest to meet J about half way along the room.

"J, can these guys shower with us here please?" Michael asked.

Before J could answer there was a knock on the dorm door.

Chapter 102

J left the boys and strode the rest of the way down the dorm to the door to
answer the knock. When he opened the door it was to find Gar there. J could
tell that Gar was upset and invited him in. The younger boys could not see
that Gar was upset because he was the other side of J and so Stuart shouted
out, asking if they could shower in J's dorm with their friends this
evening.

J turned round to them and said, "Give us a little time to discuss this and
then we will give you an answer -- ok?"

"Ok." Was chorused back by the boys.

"Gar and I are going into my room to talk and we would rather not be
disturbed so if you guys are going to stay here we would appreciate your
behaving yourselves and if any of the others come back, ask them not to
disturb us also please." J explained and asked and then led Gar into his
room, closing the door behind them. As soon as the door was closed, J put
his arm around Gar's shoulders and pulled him into a comforting hug asking,
"What's wrong Gar, you look like you want to cry?"

Gar didn't say anything. He just crumpled into a small heap on J's bed as
he held out a piece of paper for J to take.



As soon as J looked at the paper he realised it was the letter which Gar
had received a short while earlier. "Do you want me to read it?" J asked.

Gar just nodded his head in answer and J saw his shoulders shake as he
fought back the sobs which were trying to break out of his body.

J took the letter and moved over to the window to get better light on the
paper and began to read,

Garfield,

We were very shocked to discover when cleaning your room after you left for
camp indications that you are homosexual and practicing this abomination
with others. The pictures and stories on your computer are utterly
disgusting and we cannot allow this to be under our roof. You have
disappointed us tremendously and we are very upset with you. You have
betrayed the trust and love we offered you; not only in doing these
despicable things, but also in keeping them secret from us.



We feel we cannot trust you anymore and as such have spoken to the
authorities and have asked that you be removed from our care. The
authorities have been very good and understanding and were here today to
collect your possessions. When you return you will be met at the airport by
someone from Social Services and will be taken to wherever you will be
housed.



We are sorry it has had to come to this as we thought that maybe you would
work out for us this time round, but your deceitfulness has left us with no
choice. We hope that the shock of these moves will bring some sense to your
thinking and that you will mend your ways, but we are not willing to wait
and find out.



Goodbye Garfield



The Jones'



They had not even signed the letter. It had been typed up on a computer and
printed off and it was only the hand written address on the front of the
envelope and the return address sticker on the back which enabled Gar to
know that it had definitely come from his now ex fosters.



J read through the letter a second time more to gain a bit of thinking time
before he said anything. Then, "Shit Gar, this is bloody awful. I don't
really know what to say. I wish I could say come home with me, but I am not
in a position to make such an offer." Gar's body shuddered as his crying
broke its bonds. J sat on the bed next to him and pulled him into an
embrace and then he began to rock back and forward a bit as he soothed Gar
down. "I think you need to talk to someone with a bit more knowledge and
experience than what I've got, but I don't know who. The only thing I can
suggest is talking first to Stephan as he understands our leanings. At
least he will be able to tell you who not to talk to.

"I thought they loved me. I didn't tell them yet because I was afraid of
hurting them. I love them J!" Gar finally broke his silence and spoke for
the first time since he had read the letter in his own room. "I thought
they wanted to adopt me, and now they have thrown me out like I am a bit of
rubbish. Why do some guys get all the good things and us guys have to take
the scraps?"

"It's ok Gar, and we don't have to just take the scraps you know. We can
take the shit the world throws at us and learn from it. Even this will have
a lesson in it, but I don't know what it is unless it is not to treat
someone else in the same way you have been treated here." J tried to
comfort Gar but was at a loss to what he could and should do.



Gar was slowly getting himself under control again when there was a knock
on the door. J left Gar and went to see who was disturbing him. When he
opened it Stephen was there. "We know there is something wrong with Gar,
and we were wondering if he wants us to go and get the other guys from the
dorm to come here and wait for him to get ok?" he asked.

J didn't bother to consult Gar. "Yeah go back to your dorm and get all the
guys to bring their soap and towels and come back here and you all can
shower with my guys and we will go up to dinner together. Thank you for
thinking of it.  But listen; don't go advertising there is a problem to
everyone. Tell them it is a bit of an activity we are trying out. By the
way, which one are you?" J asked.

"I'm Stephen." The twelve year old answered and then waved the other five
to follow him and they all headed out of the dorm to go and round up Gar's
boys. Once they had left, J went back in his room and closed the door. He
returned to sit next to Gar who lifted his tear stained face and offered a
weak smile of thanks.



J decided it might be best to try and distract Gar's mind off of his
dilemma and so he said, "Those twins are good guys and show a lot of
maturity for their age.  I like the way that they not only look after their
little brother, but actually insist on including him in their
activities. And now how they have noticed a problem and thought out how
they can help."

"Yeah, I know. They have also been some of the best behaved in the dorm. I
really like them." Gar agreed.

"I hope you were alright with my telling them what to do?" J asked.

"Yes, I'm grateful. I don't think I am thinking too straight at the
moment. So thank you." Gar confirmed his agreement with what J had done.

"OK, I am going to go and wet my face cloth so that you can give your face
a freshen up before the boys descend on us and then I reckon we both should
shower with the boys as it will probably need both of us to prevent
pandemonium from wreaking havoc in my shower room.

On his way back from the shower room with the wet face cloth, the first
four of J's boys came back. J stopped them in their tracks and told them
they were going to have some visitors in the dorm shortly and sent them
back out to round up the other guys from the dorm and get them to come back
quickly.



Twenty minutes later J had all but his trio back in the dorm and he went
out to talk to them. "I know this is not on the program and that is because
it has not been planned by the camp, but is something I have decided we can
do. But now I want you to be kind to me and do as I ask. Soon the boys from
Gar's dorm will be joining us here in our dorm. They will be showering with
us and I would like you guys to observe the rules we have for our dorm with
them. I will tell all of you how we will work it when the rest of the boys
are here. So in the meantime, get your washing kit ready, but don't start
getting undressed yet. Ok?"

There were some nods and the odd "yes J" or "Sure J" a few "no problems J"
and similar responses.

"Thank you guys. You know I am very proud of how good and nice you have
been on this camp. I think we have got the best dorm on camp. What do you
think?" J continued with a smile on his face.

"Yessss!!!" the chorus rang out loud and clear as the boys agreed with
J. But then, of course, they would; wouldn't they?

J left them to get their kit ready and went back into Gar in his room.

"You are a natural, J. You've got these kids eating out of your hand. I
hope my lads don't show me up." Gar said. Looking much better with his face
cleaned up and having had some time to compose himself.



A few moments later, there was some commotion outside the door and J went
to investigate to find that Gar's boys were gathering there.

"Come on inside guys. Stuart, Stephen, are there any missing still?" J
asked as the boys filed past him into the dorm.

"I don't think so." Stephen answered and J realised he recognised the voice
and could identify it as Stephen.

To test this he asked, "Stuart, how many are there of you in the dorm in
total?"

"There are sixteen plus Gar." Stuart replied and J was then sure he could
tell the two apart by their voices, but he wanted to pursue the boy's
similarity a bit further and so asked them, "How do you tell each other
apart?"

"Stuart has a mole on his chest." Simon got in before the twins could
answer.

"That's ok if they do not have shirts on. But how do you tell when you
can't see the mole?" J asked.

"Stephen's got more freckles on his nose." Stuart said.

"And Stephen's got more pubes." Simon got in again, as Stephen began to
blush.

J grinned and gave Stephen a friendly pat on his back and whispered in ear,
"Ok so now when I want to know which one of you two I'm talking to, you
will have to drop your pants." And then he added, "Don't worry, not
really."

Stephen grinned back and then moved on to be with the others.



J closed the dorm doors and then turned to the group of boys in front of
him. "Ok, listen up. Those of you who sleep in this dorm go and stand by
your bed so that I can make sure you are all here. Those of you from Gar's
dorm, stand in the middle of the floor so that I can count and check you
are all here. And if you are not from either this dorm or Gar's dorm, come
and stand behind me."

J scanned the dorm once the boys had all moved and settled down. Then he
counted the boys in the middle of the room and was pleased to find out that
all were present and correct and that no one was missing.



J then gave them all the talk he had given his boys on the first day about
not making fun of others and treating each other with respect.

"Now, I need all of you to promise me that what goes on in the dorm tonight
will stay in the dorm. I do not want any of you to mention this to anyone
who is not here right now. Do you understand?" There was a response of
nodding heads and muffled assents.

"Right then we are going to try an experiment to see how many boys we can
get in the dorm showers together. So I suggest you boys from Gar's dorm
move to one of the beds in this dorm and share it with the present occupant
of the bed. My guys already know how this works, so I will let them show
you guys from the other dorm. But basically, there is not enough safe place
to leave clothes in the shower room and so we get undressed in the dorm and
then go and shower and come back here in the dorm to get dressed. So go and
find a bed to share to have a place to leave your clothes where they will
not get soaked.



There were some shocked faces and a rumbling of dissent began to grow until
Stuart called out, "It's no big deal and the last one naked is a
scaredy-cat sissy." J's boys were already half way to stripping when that
call went out and so they easily avoided the title. J left them at while he
went into this room and stripped off, finding Gar already on the way to
being naked. Both the leaders walked out of J's room nude and a hush fell
over the dorm as the younger boys all looked at their leader's crotches.



What do you think Gar should do? Was it fair for his fosters to take the
action they did? Please write and tell me what you think.