Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2009 16:21:22 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 3, chapters 27 - 28

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW                    
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 27 -- A Trip to Brighton.               

**Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read
this.

We arrived at Brighton Friday morning.  Although it wasn't entirely
restful, the boys and I had slept on the bus as we made our way to the
resort city on England's southern shore.  The driver also let us sleep in
the parking lot a while longer, before dropping us off at a restaurant.
The boys ate quite heartily and then we made our way to the hotel to check
in.  Fortunately, two of our four rooms were available even at this early
hour, so we made our way up to them and split into two groups, so we could
clean up and change into some beachwear.  From there, we made our way down
to the ocean, where we would relax and play in the surf.

I think we were all quite amazed to discover this beach contained no sand.
Although it was somewhat unusual, it didn't stop the boys from making their
way to the water.  Immediately, they began splashing or dunking each other
(except for our non-swimmers), before happily swimming in the gentle surf.
After 30 or 40 minutes of that type of exercise, I saw Sammy, Andrew and
Graham making their way away from the beach.  I wasn't certain as to what
they were up to, but as they got closer to our hotel, they moved over to
what turned out to be a play area, with a rather large sandbox.  Since they
went directly to it, I figured they must have spotted it on the way down,
and now they eagerly began constructing sand sculptures.

Once some of the others noticed what they were doing, Cole, Dion, Andrew,
Sammy and Carlos walked up to join them.  Now, all of the boys joined
forces and began working on a huge castle.  This structure soon began to
resemble Windsor Castle and they seemed intent on including all of the
details they'd observed during our visit.  They were really doing quite a
nice job on it, working very slowly and being very precise with every facet
of their work.

Their castle was now beginning to draw the attention of some of the others
who were also frequenting the beach and the boys elicited some very
favorable comments from these observers about their efforts.  My artists
were somewhat embarrassed by this unexpected attention, but I could see
them glowing because of the praise being heaped upon them.  The more they
were complimented, the harder they worked, and their castle began to grow
and develop.  Andrew crawled inside the walls and began to build a simple
cathedral, while Dion leaned in and worked on the main building, which
would contain the apartments and the Great Hall.  They continued to work on
it all afternoon and it was really quite an impressive sight, by the time I
had to drag them away, so we could go back to our rooms and prepare for
dinner.

While those boys had been busy with their architectural endeavors, the
others had been having a grand time in the water.  They even involved other
teens, both boys and girls, in their play and seemed to have made several
new friends in the process.  I really hated to pull them away from all of
this, but they hadn't eaten since our late breakfast, so I knew they must
have been starving by now.  I told them to tell the others they'd be back
again tomorrow and would join them again at that time, if they all wished
to do so.  They passed the message along and we soon were heading for the
hotel.

When we arrived back at the front desk, we got the keys for our other two
rooms and then I let the boys select their roommates.  After that, everyone
got their things and took them to their own room, before showering and
changing, so we could eat.  Before they left, however, I told the older
boys the only restriction during this part of the trip would be that there
was to be no sex in the room, if Sammy or Andrew were with them.  They all
agreed to this, so nothing more would be said about their other pursuits.

It took nearly an hour and a half before everyone was ready, but we made
our way to a restaurant that had been suggested to us by the hotel staff
and enjoyed a fine meal.  When we returned to the hotel, about an hour
later, the boys went to their rooms, with Sammy and Andrew staying with me
for the night.  I told each of them to settle in for the night and we'd go
back to the beach tomorrow.

Sammy, Andrew and I surfed the television and found little of interest on,
so the boys and I talked for a while instead.  I asked them how they were
enjoying themselves, the things they liked the best and the least, and then
I tried to find out from Andrew how he was doing and if there were any
lingering effects from his incident at the Space Center.  This was
important, because the next part of my plan might involve a nude beach and
I wanted to make sure he would be fine with this.  If not, I would change
our plans and we would stay here and frequent the beach we were on this
morning.  He seemed to be barely fazed by that occurrence and I was almost
finished questioning him when there was a knock on our door.  I got up to
open it and Kevin was standing there, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What's up, Kev?" I asked him.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?  I don't want to be in with Dusty," he
sobbed out.

"Sure," I agreed, before pausing for a few seconds.  "Do you want to tell
me about it?"

Kevin hesitated a little before he spoke again.  "Yeah, I guess so.  Dusty
met this girl today and all he's been doing is talking to Ricky and Jay
about her, telling them that he hopes she's there again tomorrow.  I tried
to ignore him, but he just kept talking about her and I just can't listen
to it any more.  It was as if I wasn't even there or he didn't care if I
was."

"Don't you think you might be making too much of his little infatuation?" I
asked him.  "Dustin told you before that he likes both boys and girls and
we both knew he might just want to see if the grass is greener on the other
side of the fence."

"Well, he can fill up on the old hay bag then," Kevin spat back, defiantly,
"but I don't have to stay there and listen and watch him do it.  It just
hurts to know he doesn't care about me as much as I care about him."

"It doesn't mean that he doesn't have the same feelings for you or that
he'll forget about you and not want to be with you any more," I tried to
explain, but obviously with very little success.

"But it's hard to watch him flirt with someone else and then hear him talk
about her all night long," Kevin countered, and I knew he had a point.  "I
really love Dustin and I have for a long time."

"I understand and think he knows that," I assured him, before switching
gears.  "You can sleep in here with me tonight, if you still want to, and
maybe things will look less bleak in the morning.  I think you might be
overreacting just a little about this, though."

"Maybe, but I don't think so," he informed me.  "Thanks, Dad.  I knew I
could count on you."

As soon as we stopped talking, Sammy and Andrew came over to cheer Kevin
up.  It didn't take long before the bag containing the hand-held games was
open and they selected various games to challenge each other on, as they
began conducting spur-of-the- moment competitions.  I knew the younger pair
did this to keep Kevin occupied for the rest of the evening, but it took
care of the problem of how to entertain them too.  I just watched the boys
and occasionally glanced at the telly, as the British call it, until we all
decided it was time to go to bed.

Although I thought he might end up sleeping with the younger boys, Kevin
jumped into bed with me and snuggled up against my body.  He put his head
on my chest, draped his arm across my stomach and inched as close to me as
he could possibly get, without crawling into my undershorts.  I didn't
mind, because I knew he needed some reassurance at this point, but he
stayed like that for virtually the entire evening.  Even when I awoke to
use the toilet, he got up too and waited for me to return.  When I got back
into bed, he would move back into position and then drift off into another
restless slumber.  When I awoke the next morning, Kevin was still clinging
to me, like a lamprey to its host.  Cautiously, I slid out of bed, trying
not to wake him, but he awoke shortly thereafter and came to join me on the
sofa, while the other two slept on.

"Aren't you coming back to bed?" he wanted to know.

"No, I've slept enough, but you should slide back in for another hour or
so, if you want," I suggested.

"I don't want to be alone," he admitted, "so I'll just sit here with you."

"What if I just lie in bed for a while, until you wake up for good,"
knowing he probably still needed more rest.  "Would that make you feel
better?"

"Yeah, or I could just sleep with my head on your lap," he suggested,
thinking I might not want to get back into the bed.

"No, you might as well be comfortable, so I'll go back to bed with you," I
offered.

He and I got back into the bed and he immediately cuddled up against me
again.  I placed my arm under his head and wrapped it around his back,
squeezing him against my side.  I knew Kevin needed to know someone loved
him, even if it wasn't the person he desired it from the most.  I was
surprised when he fell asleep within a couple of minutes of my doing that.

While he slept, I thought about what I might do to help him get through
this situation.  I concluded long ago that Kevin's feelings for Dustin went
deeper than Dustin's feeling for him, and Dustin had made it clear, at
least to me, that he really wanted to explore the opposite sex, since he'd
already had plenty of experience with his brothers.  Now, I had to help
Kevin deal with this until Dustin made up his mind what he really wanted.
I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I also knew the next week or so
would be even more difficult, considering what I had planned.  The only
hope of the situation improving was if Dustin forgot about the girls and
made up with Kevin, but I was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen.
Therefore, I would have to think up something new to do or say to Kevin, if
he was going to get through this.

Kevin slept for about another hour, only waking after he heard Sammy and
Andrew moving around the room too.  At that point, he looked up at me and
leaned in my direction, so he could kiss me on the cheek and thank me for
staying with him all of that time.  Soon, I had the boys getting dressed
for breakfast, while I called around to the other rooms, to make certain
everyone else was up and getting ready too.

At breakfast that morning, things were a bit strained for all of us, since
word had gotten around about Kevin's reaction to Dustin's interest in this
particular girl.  Kevin stayed close to me and tried to ignore Dustin, even
when Dustin came over to speak to him.  Kevin merely looked away and
wouldn't respond to his comments, so Dustin slunk back to the opposite end
of the table and sat down again.  I knew they were both feeling bad, but
for different reasons.  Kevin was upset with Dustin's infatuation and
Dustin was upset that Kevin was taking it so badly.  Dustin tried to
explain the situation to him and tell Kevin he still felt a lot for him,
but Kevin had tuned him out completely.  Kevin obviously didn't want to
listen to any more words and was only interested in Dustin's actions.
Therefore, we ate pretty much in silence this morning, as no one knew safe
topics to talk about and didn't want to get drawn into the middle of this
feud.

After we'd finished eating, we went back to our rooms, changed into our
swimwear and then we made our way back to the beach.  When we got there, I
was surprised to see the boys' sandcastle was pretty much the way we had
left it.  I was amazed that no one had destroyed it overnight.  Those who
had been working on it went back to continue their efforts, while the
others headed for the water.  I watched Dustin and Kevin to see what was
going on between them, but they basically steered clear of each other, or
should I say that Kevin avoided Dustin, because I don't think Dustin was
doing it consciously, on his part.  It stayed that way for a couple of
hours, before our little temptress showed up and headed straight for
Dustin.  As soon as Kevin saw her, he headed out of the water and began
walking toward the hotel.  I caught up with him and stopped him from going
farther.

"Running away isn't going to solve anything for you and it's not going to
make you feel any better," I told him.

"But what am I going to do?" he asked, looking up at me with a
tear-streaked face.  "I can't stand to see him around her.  I love Dustin
so much that it hurts to see how nice he is to her."

"I know and I understand.  Just hang in there and wait it out," I
suggested.  "He may or may not want to get involved with girls, but you do
have the advantage here."  Kevin looked up at me through his puffy eyes,
with a puzzled expression on his face.  "We're only going to be here for a
week and she's not going to be going home with us," I hinted, none to
subtly.

Kevin now looked at me, appearing as if a light had just turned on in his
head.  "Just hang in there and be there for him after she's gone.  It will
take a big man to do that and forgive his wandering eye, but you are in the
better position here.  I don't know where that girl is from, but I don't
think it's anywhere near our home in Pennsylvania."  Kevin smiled, gave me
a hug and we headed back toward the beach.  He looked up at me as we walked
along.

"Thanks, Dad," he told me, sincerely.  "You really are pretty smart."

"Thanks, Kev," I told him, while placing my arm around his shoulders.
"That means a lot to me, especially coming from you."  Kevin went back to
join the others, trying not to watch what Dustin and this girl were up to.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.  The two boys didn't hang around
each other, but they weren't really avoiding each other either.  That night
Dustin was careful not to talk about his new friend and Kevin managed to
control his emotions.  They even slept in the same bed, but I don't think
they cuddled.  It was a small accomplishment for both of them, but it was a
major victory in the war on growing up.

Sunday was pretty much a replay of Saturday, with the girl showing up
again, but I soon learned she'd told Dustin this would be her last day at
the beach.  She was leaving with her parents that evening, as her dad's
holiday (vacation for the Americans) was over and he would have to return
to work on Monday.  This news perked Kevin up even more and the day passed
quite quickly.  That evening, after dinner, I called all the boys into my
room to discuss the rest of the week.

"Boys, I need your input about what we should do next.  You have two
choices.  We can spend the week here, on this beach, or we can try a
different beach."

"Why, what's the difference?" Trey wanted to know.

"Well, there is actually quite a big difference," I responded.  "I know
many of you boys had expressed an interest to me before in going to a nude
beach and there are two not very far from here.  The first is at the far
end of this beach, but it's not all that private.  It's located in such a
way that the people on this beach can observe those on the other beach
without having to join in and get naked themselves.  The other beach is
farther down the coast and more secluded from the public.  I need to know
what you think about this.  Do you want to try a nude beach or would you
prefer to stay here?"

"Who will be there?" Jay asked.  "Will there be girls there too?"

"Both naturist beaches are family beaches, so I suspect there will be men,
women, boys and girls at both, although I can't be certain of that until we
actually get there.  However, I need everyone to be honest with me and let
me know how you really feel.  If there is anyone here who doesn't want to
go to a nude beach, they'll have to let me know sometime tonight, because I
don't want anyone going, unless they really want to."

"Dad," Ricky began, "we run around without clothes on all of the time, so
why should this be any different from what we normally do?"

"Because they'll be strangers there, and females as well as males," I
pointed out.

"But we'll seeing everybody else's weenies too, when they see ours, right?"
Sammy asked.

"And nobody is going to have any clothes on, will they?" Graham added.

"Of course, everyone will be dressed only in their birthday suits," I told
them, "even the girls and women.  Everyone will be naked and everyone will
see everything about each other.  There will certainly be no secrets there.
Does anyone have a problem with that?"

There was some murmuring at first, as the boys talked this over with each
other, and then they all began to state their opinions on this matter.
Each said something like it wouldn't bother them, as long as everyone else
would be naked too, and they'd like to try it.

"What about you, Andrew?" I asked the youngest directly.

"It's all right with me.  I don't care if everyone else wants to do it
too," he answered.  "I don't mind if people see my wiener, because I think
I'll like looking at theirs too."

"Are you sure about that?" I pressed, in order to be positive.

"Yes!  I think it will be fun," he assured me.

After some more discussion, it was agreed that we'd try a nude beach, but
the boys opted for the more secluded one further down the coast.  I decided
that I'd have the bus drop us off each morning and pick us back up in late
afternoon, leaving the driver free to do what he wanted in between.  We'd
dress in our swimwear until we arrived and then we'd go from there.  I
would watch Andrew closely, to make sure he was really okay with it,
though, and we'd leave if I saw that he, or any of the others, really had
any problems with being naked in a crowd of strangers.

The next morning we ate a large breakfast, boarded the bus and rode the few
miles to the new beach.  After the bus dropped us off, we crossed the road
and walked down a rough lane, which was surrounded by trees on both sides.
We followed the trail downhill, past a few houses to a woody area by a
stream.  We went through a gate, shutting it behind us and followed the
signs that said 'to the beach.'  We walked quite a ways farther, until we
encountered a sign saying 'warning, naturists,' so I knew we were almost
there.  After navigating a few rough steps, we arrived on the beach.

"How the heck did you find this place?" Danny wanted to know.

"I found it on the Internet and, thankfully, they had very detailed
directions about how to get here," I explained.  "I was beginning to think
we were lost."

"You sure were right when you said it was secluded," Pat added.  "I'm not
sure how anybody could find this place."  We all chuckled a little and then
I told the boys to remove their trunks and we would head down to the ocean.

As we moved more into view, I was surprised by how many people were already
there, and as I suspected, there was a wide variety of ages and both sexes
were present.  To my surprise, the boys did not seem shy about joining the
others, although I thought they might be initially, at least once they saw
everyone else there.  However, that didn't happen.  They were too busy
looking around, and I had been busy watching them, when I heard a little
voice speak up.

"Daddy, look.  The men and boys are all like me and Sammy," Andrew squealed
out.

"Yes, Andrew.  Very few of the males are circumcised in Europe, so most
will be uncut like you.  Do you like that idea?"  He merely nodded,
flashing me a big grin, and then we continued on.

Soon, the boys were in the water or playing on the beach, showing not a
care in the world that all their glory was exposed for everyone else to
see.  It didn't take long before I noticed some of my boys talking with
other boys and girls who were hanging out on the beach too.  That's when
our first incident happened.  Ricky and Jay were talking to two boys and
two girls when Ricky's observations of the female anatomy got the best of
him and his little soldier snapped to attention.

Ricky turned beet red and tried to cover this obvious fact, but the other
kids merely smiled and told him not to worry about it.  They explained to
him that it happened all of the time and he shouldn't be embarrassed
because of it.  I'm not sure if this was true or not, or if they were just
trying to make him feel better, but Ricky relaxed a little and made his way
into the ocean.  As soon as he hit the cool water, his little soldier stood
'at ease' again, letting him interact normally with the others.  I think
his playmates figured out quickly that this was his first visit to a
naturist beach and tried to help him ease into the experience from then on.

Eventually the same sort of thing happened to some of the other boys and
that's when they began to tease each other about it and make a few
off-color remarks.  I knew they were a horny lot, but this was somewhat
comical at times.  I soon discouraged their rude comments and behavior, but
let them continue to joke around and make less offensive comments, which
they seemed to do with relish.  It was a short while later that I spotted
Dustin and Pat talking to a group of girls and Kevin noticed this happening
at about the same time.  He didn't react as violently as I expected and
soon made his way over to me.  I could see the disappointed look on his
face.

"Are you all right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I don't think they live near us either," he answered, with a slight
grin, "but it still isn't easy to watch."  I was proud of how he was
handling it this time, with more maturity than he'd exhibited previously.

We spent the rest of the day frolicking in the sunshine and ocean waves, at
least until it was time to make our way back to the bus.  As we approached
the gate to leave, we slipped our swimwear back on, made the return trip
back up that long path and boarded the bus.  That's when I took another
quick survey, to see if the boys wanted to come back again tomorrow.  They
all said they enjoyed the day and wanted to return, so I informed them we
could spend the remainder of the week there, if that's what they wished to
do.  Their resounding answer was 'yes,' so I informed the driver this would
be our schedule for the remainder of the week.

After dinner we returned to our rooms, as everyone was fairly exhausted
from another day in the sun and fresh air.  Dustin went up to Kevin in
their room and thanked him for not getting mad again.  He gave Kevin a big
hug and a kiss, before the two of them got into bed.  They snuggled and
kissed until Cole and Graham fell asleep and then they had a little fun.
Dustin had just given Kevin a really special blowjob when he slid up beside
him and spoke.

"You know, this doesn't mean that I'm not interested in girls, but it also
doesn't mean I've stopped caring about you either.  I really need to find
out whom I'm attracted to more."

"I know and I'll try to be understanding about it," Kevin responded, "but I
really do love you, Dusty, and I want you to love me the same way."

"I do love you, Kev, it's just that I'm not sure if I love girls more," he
admitted, honestly.  "Don't get mad at me, just give me some time to figure
this out for myself.  If I find out that I'm not that interested in them,
then it will be just you and me.  Okay?"

"Yeah, but first show me how much you still love me," Kevin suggested.

With that, Kevin pulled back his legs and exposing his rosebud, signaling
Dustin what he wanted him to do.  That night Dustin made slow, passionate
love to Kevin, letting him know that he was still concerned about his
feelings, while letting him know he still had to give the other sex a try.
Reluctantly, Kevin conceded this point and let himself enjoy another night
in his lover's arms.  After their lovemaking session, Kevin slept wrapped
in Dustin's embrace, secure with the situation for the moment.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW                    
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 28 -- Two Worlds, One Philosophy.               

Tuesday started out like a repeat of Monday, until Brandon came running up
to me, dragging another boy with him.  "Pop, I want you to meet Joseph.  I
met him earlier today and we got talking.  I told him about our family and
how you took all of us boys in and how you adopted most of us, and Joseph
says that he's part of a family just like ours."

As I was listening to Brandon, I was checking Joseph out.  He was about
fifteen, 5' 7" tall, brown hair (slightly bleached by the sun), brown eyes
and he was circumcised, which did surprise me -- at least until I found out
more about him.  It was later that I discovered Joseph was Jewish,
explaining the obvious incongruity, and he had been adopted by a man from
the United Kingdom.  He was part of a mixed family, like ours, but their
family had a far more interesting story behind it.  Joseph invited me to
meet his father, so he could tell me the story about how their family came
together.

Nigel Barstow, the father of this other brood, was a small man, maybe 5'
6", bald, but really friendly and likeable.  After the introductions were
finished, he began to tell me how his family came together.  His first sons
were from Northern Ireland and he discovered them after reading an article
about them in the newspaper.  The boys' parents had been killed when the
pub they were in was bombed and the boys had no other relatives.

After finishing the article, Nigel made arrangements to visit the orphanage
where they were now living and started spending time with them.  They would
walk around the orphanage grounds and either do things together outdoors or
in the recreation room there, although it didn't have very much in it to
entertain them.  After a couple of months of these types of visits, Nigel
got the orphanage to allow him to have the boys visit his home in Reading,
which is located west of London.

Even though the boys were Catholic and Nigel was Anglican, they soon hit it
off and started to bond.  After several such visits, Nigel petitioned to
adopt the boys, which was frowned upon at first.  After some lengthy delays
and some bigoted questions about a Protestant adopting two Catholic youths
and about his 'true intentions,' since he wasn't married, some of those
making the decision began to soften their stance slightly.  He was only
approved after the boys testified they were happy with him and he had never
made any unseemly moves or comments to them.  They finished by admitting
they felt safer when they were in England, than they did in their homeland.
They have been together ever since.

His next boy was from Croatia, an orphan from the war with Bosnia.  The
boy's only relatives were an aunt, uncle and a cousin, but they were too
poor to take him in and were fearful for his safety.  Nigel found out about
the boy through a friend, who had been keeping his eyes open for a lad in
such a situation, and Nigel soon flew to meet the boy.  After spending time
with him, which included many lengthy chats and making strides to get to
know each other better, he adopted him too.  A few months later, the boy's
aunt and uncle were killed by a group of Serbian soldiers and his cousin
was wounded and left for dead.  The cousin managed to survive and was soon
asking if he could go live with his other cousin's new family.  Nigel was
contacted and immediately agreed to this boy's request, so he now had his
fourth son.

Joseph was the next to be adopted.  His parents were Russian Jews and
planned on leaving Russia, after the collapse of the Soviet Union.  Even
though religious practices had been frowned upon in the past, his parents
had managed to have Joseph circumcised in secret and practiced their faith
as best they could, while managing to hide these facts from their friends
and neighbors.  His family honored the Orthodox Jewish beliefs and sought
to move to Israel.  Finally, they were granted visas to relocate, but
that's when Joseph's problems began.

Just before they were to depart, Joseph's father discovered his son was
bisexual and had been having sexual relations with other boys, as well as
girls.  Seeing their faith forbid such things, the father forbade Joseph
from continuing such relationships.  The arguments that ensued were long
and bitter, with the father finally announcing that no compromise would be
acceptable on this issue.  That was why Joseph made his decision to run
away from home.

He found his way to an international group that was operating there at the
time and told them he was an orphan.  In his mind he considered that to be
the case, since he knew his father would disown him, unless he agreed never
to do anything with another male ever again.  After dealing with a lot of
red tape and several investigations, this group got him a visa and
transported him to England.  Once he arrived there, an acquaintance of
Nigel's heard about his story, or what he thought was his story, and told
Nigel about him.  The two met and spent time together, eventually forming a
deep emotional attachment.  A short while later, Nigel initiated adoption
proceedings and Joseph became another part of this new family.

Nigel's next boy was a Norwegian lad whose parents had moved to London and
had been living there since before he was born.  The boy's name was Kjetil
(pronounced Schet Til) and he too had been orphaned.  His parents had
contracted a meat-borne illness, possibly related to mad-cow disease, while
eating in a restaurant one evening when Kjetil was with a school group.
They and three others had become seriously ill from the meal and four of
the five eventually died, including both of Kjetil's parents.  Since he
knew nothing of having any other family members and government agencies
could not find anything in their flat indicating any relatives, he was
taken to an orphanage.  A short time later he met Nigel and the rest of the
story was apparent.

The next boy happened to be a Palestinian.  His story was that he and his
parents had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  They were driving
in a Palestinian area when a riot broke out.  Soon gunfire erupted from
both sides and the parents were killed in the process.  The only thing that
saved the boy was that he was in the rear seat, lying on the floor.  The
bullets were either stopped by his parents' bodies or whistled harmlessly
above him.  Luckily he made it through the ordeal unharmed but shaken.

He was eventually discovered and rescued by an Israeli soldier, who then
took the boy to an army location shortly thereafter.  It was unilaterally
decided the boy would be sent out of the country, as they were sure that if
he stayed in the country, he would grow up to hate and fight against the
Israelis, blaming them for his parents' deaths.  Therefore, he was sent off
with a Red-Cross-affiliated group and soon he arrived to begin a new life
in England.

Nigel heard about the boy and went to visit him.  They spent time together
and during that process discovered they liked one another.  Hoping this
might work, Nigel began to question the boy as to what he thought about the
Israeli soldier who saved him and his views about Jews in general, as he
was concerned about how he might react after discovering Joseph was Jewish.
After the boy indicated he harbored no ill feels toward them, Nigel decided
to introduce him to his family.

The moment the boys came together, they all seemed to hit it off and began
to grow close.  In due time, Nigel managed to adopt him too, becoming the
newest member of this hodge-podge of a family.  The biggest irony in all of
this was that the Palestinian boy and Joseph become really close, best
friends in fact.  This was due largely to the fact that Joseph was the one
who assumed the role of protecting the new boy from any unpleasant
situations, either at home or at school.  So now we have a Jew and a
Palestinian living in perfect harmony.

Nigel's final son was the son of a distant cousin of his, from Leeds.  His
cousin had been an only parent, and when she died from a fast spreading
viral infection, Nigel offered to take the boy in.  Seeing no other
relatives rushing forward to make a similar offer, government officials
reluctantly agreed to his request, so Nigel took his cousin home and the
adoption was soon finalized.

After all this, Nigel now had eight adopted sons, quite similar to my own
brood.  After talking it over, Nigel and I decided it would be good for our
boys to get together, both at this beach and then later in the evening, so
they could get to know each other better and swap stories about their
lives.  While making these plans, we also discussed which of the boys might
be best suited to hang with whom, from the other group.

It was immediately agreed that Brandon, Joseph and Danny (after he came
looking for Brandon) would also become part of the planning committee,
since they knew the boys as well as we did.  We were soon lining everything
up and had most of it worked out, before we left the beach that afternoon.
After calling both groups of boys together, we made introductions, and
allowed them time to get to know each other a bit.  After this seemed to
work out without any problems, Nigel and I agreed to have our families meet
back there the next morning, so we could spend the entire day together, as
one large group.

That night I explained the situation to the boys, to make certain no one
had a problem with this.  Everyone thought it would be a good thing,
meeting boys from other parts of the world, especially since they had
vaguely similar backgrounds.  Although most of Nigel's boys seemed to be
orphans, and only a few of mine were, we were all members of blended
families and had that in common.  The boys seemed quite excited and looking
forward to the next day.

The boys were already wound up at breakfast, but managed to contain their
enthusiasm until we got to the beach.  During the course of the day, I got
to meet Nigel's boys, he got to meet mine, and the boys got to meet and
learn more about each other.  It was amazing at how remarkably well
everyone got along and they all seemed to manage to have a great deal of
fun, both in and out of the water.  While the boys frolicked about, Nigel
and I had a chance to talk alone and got to know each other better too.
After spending some time on the small talk, I guess I was the first to ask
one of the tough questions.

"Nigel, how do you manage it with the boys being from so many different
faiths?" I wanted to know.

"At first, I did think that might be a problem for us," he answered, "but
after a few weeks Padraic and Sean, my Irish sons, agreed to attend church
with me.  After the first service, they commented they couldn't see much
difference between our two churches and then wondered why people would kill
others, because of their religion.  We do allow Joseph to go to Synagogue
when he wants, but he too seems to prefer attending services with the rest
of us.  It just ended up that the boys all feel more comfortable staying
together and attending services together.  I did suggest we could attend
the other churches on a rotating schedule, but the boys didn't think that
would be necessary.  How do you and your family deal with this?"

"Although we don't have such drastic differences, I have let the boys know
I would allow them to go to whichever church they wished, but it seems most
of the time we end up going as a family to a single church."

"Have you had any problems with their sexuality?" Nigel inquired.  "My boys
are not all of the normal persuasion."

I was somewhat surprised by his bluntness, but I was glad he opened the
door to this topic.  "Mine either," I told him.  "Some of the boys are
definitely gay, while others are bisexual and some might even be straight.
No matter what their orientation, they don't seem to mind helping each
other out with their sexual frustrations and do have a good time with each
other."

"I'm glad to hear that," he stated, looking greatly relieved.  "I thought
possibly I was doing something wrong and that's why my boys were like that.
Do you ever have any problems over this?"

"We've had some problems and misunderstandings over this, and we even had
one boy who tried to force himself on one of the others, but for the most
part, the boys understand their limitations and restrictions.  It is a
standing rule in our home that nothing happens unless both parties are
willing and there are restrictions on what can happen where and when.  We
have also had some problems with jealousy lately, especially where the bi
and straight boys are concerned.  One of my gay sons is not happy that his
boyfriend has been gawking and paying attention to girls.  We'll eventually
work our way through it though, as we have everything else."

"Brilliant," Nigel remarked, using a common British phrase of approval.
"I'm not sure about all of my boys, but I do know about a few of them.
Joseph told me right from the start about why he ran away and that he liked
both sexes.  I believe my Croatian cousins have been fooling around with
each other, but I don't know whether to chalk that up to youthful
experimentation or something more.  I'm beginning to think that Kjetil
might be queer as well, but I haven't made any judgments about the others."

"How did you happen to end up on a naturist beach with them, then?" I
asked, thinking this somewhat remarkable, after hearing his story.

"My parents were naturists and I was raised this way," he admitted.  "I hid
the fact for a long time, especially after I started adopting the boys, and
it remained a secret until one of them discovered some of my magazines,
which I had tried to keep hidden.  The boys questioned me about them,
shortly after their discovery, asking what it was like being naked around
other people.  They also wanted to know what types of things happened at
these places, as they assumed that much of the activity might be sexual in
nature.

"After several discussions about such things, and after assuring them
sexual activities there were discouraged, the boys decided they might like
to try this too.  First I had them try it out at home, just with our family
present, and they discovered they liked the freedom they felt going as God
first intended.  We did have to answer some questions on anatomy, sexuality
and circumcision, but they finally decided to try it in public.  I agreed
to do it on my next holiday, and we arrived here this past Sunday for our
first outing.  They all seem to be having a good time.  How about your
family?" Nigel asked.

"Basically the boys were curious about this, much the same as yours.
Although I wasn't a naturist, they've been running around our house naked
almost since the beginning and have expressed a desire to try it in mixed
company.  We talked it over and decided to do it on this vacation."

"How long will you be here?" Nigel wanted to know

"Friday will be our last day.  We are scheduled to fly out on Saturday," I
told him, now wishing we might have been able to stay longer

"That will give us three full days together," Nigel offered, giving me a
hint that he generally saw a glass as being half-full.  "That should be
long enough for all of us to get to know each other better."

I agreed with him, so we went to spend time with the boys.  There were
various groups already interacting with each other and some had also
included other children as well, both male and female. Over the course of
the next few hours, we had a good time interacting with each other's family
and got to know a little bit about everyone. Ricky, Jay, Pat and Dustin
went with some of Nigel's boys and found a group of young ladies to hang
out with.  The boys were literally drooling over the soft, curvaceous forms
of these teenage girls and I think the females liked the looks of the boys
too.  Seeing that a circumcised penis was a rarity where we were, I think
some of the girls were fascinated with the boys who were cut.  Whatever the
reason, this group spent the rest of the their day together.

While Nigel and I were chatting, I invited him and his boys to ride back on
our bus with us, join us for dinner and then stay overnight with us at our
hotel.  I told him his family could then return with us to the beach
tomorrow, but it would give our families even more time to bond and get to
know each other better.  After we called all of our boys together for an
impromptu meeting, we explained this idea with them and asked if they were
interested in doing so.  Almost without hesitation, everyone agreed that
they liked this suggestion and the boys began planning who would stay with
whom and in which rooms.

Nigel, I and the boys all understood that some of them would probably be
sleeping on the floor, as there was limited bed space, but no one seemed to
mind that idea.  In fact, they were all too excited by the prospects to
worry about such minor inconveniences.  Therefore, as the hour grew late,
we all donned our swimwear and made our way back to the bus.  We detoured
and took the Barstows back to their lodgings first, so they could retrieve
clothing appropriate for our evening's plans and get anything else they
thought they might need, before returning to our hotel.

While Nigel and his boys were retrieving their belongings, I held a brief
meeting with my boys, in the back of the bus.  I explained to them that
some of Nigel's sons might be gay or bi, but there was to be no more than
hand jobs or oral sex tonight, and then only if everyone agreed.  They all
said they understood, but Ricky wanted to know if it was okay if they
showered with some of them too.  I said that would be fine, but the same
restrictions applied.  Everyone agreed to my rules, so we left it at that.
Pretty soon Nigel and his boys were getting back on the bus and we were on
our way.

Once we were there, the boys went to the rooms with their chosen groups and
Nigel bunked in with Sammy, Andrew, and me.  We all showered and changed
for dinner, but I called ahead for reservations as soon as I reached my
room, knowing it might be difficult to make arrangements for such a large
group.  After locating a place that was willing to accommodate us, since
they had explained they would close off an entire small dining room for our
sole use, they added it would be over an hour before they'd be ready to
seat us.  While we waited, I checked on a few other things, possibly for
entertainment after dinner.

During that same time, the boys did a variety of other things, including
competing against each other on the hand-held games and some long showers
together.  I learned later that more than a few of them helped get their
new friends off during that time and I noticed more than a few grins as
they came back to join us.  I think this was quite an education for both
groups, as my boys learned about some other cultures in the process, while
Nigel's boys got some lessons in sexual activities.

At dinner, we didn't bother to push tables together and let the boys sit in
small groups, so they could chat with some limited privacy.  It all worked
out quite well.  Nigel and I sat alone, so we could talk things over
further and still be able to watch what the boys were up to.  The boys
spent a considerable amount of time hopping from table to table, including
ours, until the meals were delivered.  It was good to see everyone getting
to know each other better and 'getting along so famously,' as Nigel
commented.  After they finished eating, the table-hopping began again, but
this time they were all looking more like long-lost friends at a reunion.
The boys made sure to take time to meet everyone else and learn a little
about each of them, not just the one or two they were first attracted to or
paired with.

After dinner, we gave the boys a couple of choices of what we could do
next, and the majority voted to go to the cinema, as the British would say.
It was a fast-paced action flick with little dialogue, so it was perfect
for this group.  The boys jumped a couple of times, when the action either
got intense or when something totally unexpected and surprising happened,
but Nigel and I jumped as well.  By the time the movie ended, some of the
boys were getting tired, so we went back to the hotel and divided up
between the rooms.

The boys did do a little fooling around with each other, once they were
alone, but they were smart enough to wait until the non-participants in
their room fell asleep.  After that, there were more than a few boys
enjoying some mutual masturbation or oral sex, but I think the part they
enjoyed the most was how the other boys reacted to various situations.
Nigel's boys kept making comments that seemed odd to my boys, like saying
something they did was 'sexy' or that they enjoyed 'wanking.'  They also
teased each other, by calling someone a 'dirty sod.'  These were all terms
my boys were unfamiliar with, yet found fascinating.  I did have to give
them an explanation about some these remarks later, either explaining what
the boys meant when they made them or why they were used in that particular
context.

In the end, everything that took place was mutually agreed upon and within
the limits I had established for my group earlier, yet they still enjoyed
their time together and found each other fascinating.


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