Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 14:48:15 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 4, chapters 19 - 20

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 4 by BW                    
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 19 -- Parties and Problems.                                    

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

Sunday started off as usual too, with all of us attending church together
and then going out to brunch.  Since it was a gorgeous day, we decided to
have Dustin's birthday celebration outside, which would start off with an
early family dinner.  I had the boys get the picnic tables cleaned off and
ready to go, while I finished making sure everything was in order.  Once
that was taken care of, Danny and Brandon helped me set up a temporary
table for the food, while Kevin set up additional folding tables to ensure
everyone would have room to sit down to eat.  After counting up the number
of people who would be there, which included the Spences, the Shays and
Sally, I also counted up the places at the table and concluded what we'd
set up would be sufficient to accommodate our guests.

After everyone arrived, I cooked the remaining items on the two grills and
then we sat down and had a lovely meal together.  Of course, Dustin was the
focal point of much of the early conversations at the tables, but he was
happy to let the attention drift away from him as the afternoon progressed,
since he wasn't particularly fond of being the center of attention.  Once
everyone had finished eating, the boys helped me do a quick clean up and
carried the dinnerware and leftovers into the house, so we'd be ready for
Dustin's friends to arrive.

Dustin and I had discussed his guest list far in advance and he decided to
invite several of his other friends to this gathering, both male and
female, which was unusual for one of these get-togethers.  Dustin had
wanted his girlfriend and some of their other female friends there, and I
saw no reason not to allow this.  I did explain this to Kevin before the
big day, because I didn't want to surprise him and create a situation that
would affect any of us adversely.

Once everyone had arrived, we began the party and it immediately took on a
different air than I was used to.  First of all, Dustin's girlfriend had
him get his boom box and set it up so she could play some of his CDs, and
then she and Dustin began to dance on the back deck, while the other girls
asked the young men who had come with them and some of my boys if they
would care to dance too.  Soon, there were bodies gyrating all around and
moving about, and even Steve and Mary joined in the fun.

Seeing them going with the flow gave me an idea, so I asked Sally if she
would like to be my partner.  She agreed and we soon joined the other
couples.  Even though we were dancing with Dustin and his friends, the
music could be heard not only outside, but also in the house, so I would be
willing to bet that some of my gay boys were dancing with each other
somewhere inside.  I was to learn later that my hunch was correct.

Pat had gone in the house before Dustin's friends arrived, because he
didn't want to distract them from the purpose of the party.  However, once
Dustin noticed he wasn't around, he asked me where Pat was and then went
inside to fetch he.  After a few minutes, they come out the back door
together, with Pat gripping Dustin's arm, and Dustin led him over to one of
the lawn chairs, where he could sit down.

Almost immediately, the rest of Dustin's friends stopped dancing and came
over to greet Pat.  Since he didn't want to go out very often after the
accident, none of them had seen him since that time and were eager to ask
him how he was doing.  They had all heard about what had happened and were
anxious to learn if there had been any change in his condition.  While they
were listening to his response, I did notice that each of them were also
checking out his facial scars and damaged eyes, which I guess is only human
nature.  However, they made no comments about it, and although Pat might
have suspected what they were up to, nothing they did or said confirmed his
hunch.

After playing several more tunes and dancing up a storm, we decided it was
time to take a break and have the cake and ice cream.  After everyone got
his share and devoured it, we took a little more time to allow Dustin to
open his presents and do the typical birthday party oohs and ahhs.  Just as
he got to the last of his gifts, the Beckers arrived to drop off Richard,
so I excused myself and went out to talk with them briefly.

After apologizing for interrupting our festivities, since they'd noticed
the number of cars in the driveway and people moving about, I explained we
were just holding Dustin's birthday party, which I expected to have them
there for anyway.  Then I turned toward Richard, who was bursting to tell
me about his time on the farm.  Now that it was his turn to speak, Richard
enthusiastically informed me about how he had fed the pigs, collected eggs
from the chickens, helped milk one of the cows and then went riding on the
horses with both of the Beckers.  He informed me he rode on the horse with
Mr. Becker, but was allowed to hold the reins and help decide where they
were going.  He was literally bubbling as he told me about this experience,
and happily confirmed it was the first time he had ever been horseback
riding.

Over the course of the next several minutes, Richard rambled on and on
about some of the things they had done or he had seen, while the Beckers
just sat back and smiled, pleased by his enthusiasm and the knowledge he
had enjoyed his time on their farm.  Before long they announced they had to
leave, as they wished to reach home before dark.  Before they left,
however, they did go out and wish Dustin a happy birthday and apologized
they didn't have a gift for him.  His response was that yesterday's
breakfast was more than enough of a gift for him, as he had enjoyed the
meal immensely.  This seemed to placate them and I was impressed by
Dustin's off-the-cuff diplomacy.

When the Beckers finally went out to their car, Richard and I followed
them, so we could say a final good-bye.  We waved at them as they drove
off, and then we went back to join the others.  After I cut Richard a piece
of cake and scooped him out some ice cream, he downed them in record time
and then raced off to hang around with the younger boys, who were creating
their own forms of entertainment.

Once it began to get dark, Steve, Mary and Sally said their farewells and
left for their own home, and the Spences went inside.  The younger boys and
I soon followed, with some of the others joining us a little while later,
but Dustin and his friends remained outside.  Although we had a couple of
spotlights for the rear deck, they decided not to turn them on, so the rest
of the dancing took place in the dark.  I think they were just dancing,
along with checking out each other's tonsils and reading the Braille
embossed clothing they thought their partner was wearing.  After another
hour or so, I told them it was time to break it up, since they all had
school the next day.  I think everyone had a good time and I felt things
went well for our first co-ed get together.  By the time Dustin's friends
began to leave, it was time for the rest of them to start getting ready for
bed.

Before he went up to shower, Pat asked me if I was going to check with the
high school principal this week, to see if he could return to school.  I
told him I would start contacting the appropriate people and see how they
reacted, but I also warned him that I expected it would be a week or two
before they would give us a final answer.  He said he understood it might
take some time and that would be fine, but he wanted to make sure I tried
to speed up the process as much as possible, as he was anxious to be back
with his friends, especially after how well he thought things had gone
today.  I told him I understood how he felt and would try to move things
along as quickly as possible.

I spoke to Richard again after everyone had left, to see what he wanted to
do about sleeping arrangements tonight. It was then that he informed me he
was going to sleep with Ricky, Graham and Cole on the king size bed in the
jungle room.  I just smiled and told him I thought it was a great idea and
agreed he should be spending more time with the boys, while he had the
chance.  I also mention that unless I heard different from Sally, this was
to be the last weekend we were expecting him as a guest for now, although
he was always welcome to come spend time with us, whenever he wanted.

When we finished our conversation, he went upstairs with the boys and I
heard that he showered with all of them in the old master bath.  The shower
in there is quite large and he did mention to me before how he took showers
in a huge shower room at the home, with a group of other boys, so I didn't
foresee any problems there.  I did warn the boys that there was to be no
sexual activity, as I wasn't sure where Ricky stood on that issue and felt
it best to play it safe.  Later on I went up to check on them and they were
all sound asleep, lying peacefully next to each other.

I went back downstairs and was doing some menial duties when Nick came
racing down the stairs, trying to find me.  "Pop, I just told Kevin about
me and he's upstairs crying," he announced, while looking on the verge of
tears himself.  "Will you go see if you can make him feel better?"

"Of course," I confirmed, while moving in that direction.  "Did you tell
him the way we talked about?" I pressed.

"Yeah, I told him that I still liked him a lot, but I was having trouble
being with just one guy," he answered.  "I tried to explain to him it's
just the way I am, at least the way I am now, but that if I ever decided to
stay with just one guy, I'd want it to be him or someone just like him.
That's when he started asking me what was wrong with him and why he
couldn't get any guy to love him and stay with him.  That's when he started
crying and wasn't listening to what I was trying to tell him, so I thought
I'd better come and get you."

"I'm glad you did and I'll go up and see what I can do for him."  I walked
upstairs and headed directly for Kevin's room.  I knocked on the door
softly, something I did with all the boys in order to respect their
privacy, and Kevin merely screamed in response, "Go away and leave me
alone."

"Kevin, it's me, Dad," I replied softly, hoping it would make him change
his stance.  Unfortunately, there was no immediate response, so I spoke
again.  "May I come in?"

There was another pause before he said anything more.  "I guess," he
answered, somewhat softly.  I think he only allowed me in because I was the
head honcho around here.  As I entered the room, he looked up at me and I
noticed his eyes were full of tears and his checks streaked with the
telltale traces of his emotional breakdown.  "I guess you've already
heard?" he wondered, barely audibly.

"Yes, Nick came down to get me because he was worried about you," I
confirmed.  "He really didn't want to hurt you, you know."

"Well, he did, whether he meant to or not," Kevin shot back.  His pain was
clearly reflected in his face and reinforced by the bitterness of his tone.

"I know, but only because he hasn't yet learned how to control Nick," I
replied.  "We all knew what he was like from the start, even though he did
try to change his ways just for you."

"I'm not blaming him, it's me," Kevin informed me.  "There must be
something about me that makes guys want to leave after a while."

"No, Kevin, it's not you," I countered, trying to console him.  "It just
happened that you ended up with guys who weren't ready for this type of a
relationship."

"Both of them?" Kevin challenged.  "Don't you think it's kind of strange
that I'm the only one this has happened to, and now it's happened to me
twice?  It didn't happen to Danny and Brandon, and Trey and Dion are still
together, so why can't I get anyone to stay with me like that?"

"Kevin, you can't blame yourself for someone else's problems," I
challenged.  "Dustin is bi-sexual and decided he was more attracted to
girls..."

"Only because I couldn't satisfy him," Kevin cut me off.

"That isn't it at all," I responded.  "It's just that his attraction to
females was greater than his attraction to males.  He told me that if he
did decide to stay with a guy forever, it would definitely be with you."

"A lot of good that does me," Kevin replied, sarcastically.

"I know it doesn't help, but it's true," I assured him.  "And Nick tried to
be faithful to you too, but he's just one of those guys that can't seem to
stay with only one partner.  I don't know why or if there is any scientific
or genetic basis for this, but some people just can't confine themselves to
just one lover.  I've seen examples of it happening in both gay and
straight men, as well as in women."

"But why can't I find someone who really wants me and will stay with me?"
he whined, showing how vulnerable he was at the moment.

"You will, believe me," I offered, trying to sound hopeful.  "I know you
probably won't buy in to this right now, but most people will fall in love
many times in their lives.  None of those loves will be exactly the same
and not all of those will be the romantic type of love.  There will be
times when you love someone as you would a sibling, a parent or a friend,
but there will also be times you will love them more deeply and
passionately than that, while longing to be with them in every way so you
can share that love.  Eventually, you WILL find that guy, but be patient
and don't let the setbacks you suffer along the way defeat you from
continuing your search."

"What's the use," he spat back, like a wounded animal lashing back in
self-defense, "if they're not going to stay with me anyway?"

"You can't judge all relationships, by the ones that have failed.  You will
eventually meet the right guy, just be patient," I offered, trying to sound
convincing.  "Your luck will change and you will find the right guy.  Just
hang in there and don't get discouraged."

"It's hard not to," he admitted.  "I really loved both of them, and I
thought they both loved me too.  After that special Valentine's Day, I was
convinced Nick was really serious and I had nothing to worry about."

"I know and he really felt it was important to do it for you," I confirmed.
"He was determined to show you a great time that evening."

"Why, so he could let me crash and burn later?" Kevin challenged.

"No, and I know he feels bad about that too," I offered, sympathetically.
"I'm convinced he tried his best not to hurt you, but he just couldn't
resist his urges.  Nick has a lot of growing up to do, and learning to
resist temptation is just one of the things he has to work on."

"You mean it's something he might learn to control?" Kevin asked,
hopefully.

"Yes, I truly believe one day he will, but I don't see it happening in the
very near future," I agreed.  "He really did try, I could see the effort he
was putting in to trying to stay faithful to you, but eventually the
temptations became too great for him to resist.  I truly hope he does
change and learn to control his behavior, or he could end up very lonely
when he gets older, but that's something he'll have to cope with when the
time comes.  Nick just gets too much of a thrill from the pursuit and fails
to find the same satisfaction in just being intimate.  For him, the
challenge and greatest satisfaction is in getting other guys to say yes to
him, regardless of their orientation.  In fact, the eventual conquest may
be more rewarding to him than the sex."

"But Nick is a very good lover and he really does enjoy the sex," Kevin
challenged, missing my point.

"Yes, I'm sure he does," I agreed, "but I do believe the chase and conquest
are just as exciting for him as whatever he does with his partners later.
You know how some people are just obsessed with winning or with gambling,
well Nick's the same way, but he's obsessed with having whomever he
desires.  It's like a game to him, or a bet, and he gets more satisfaction
from the guy saying yes and agreeing to do whatever he wants, than he does
from having an orgasm or making the other guy have one."

"Wow, I never thought of it like that," Kevin admitted.  "I guess I did see
that in him, since he always seemed to be scoping-out other guys at school
and when we were out someplace, but I let it go, figuring it was okay for
him to look, as long as he didn't touch.  I guess it was very silly of me
to think he wouldn't want to start touching again later, but I really did
love him, Dad."

"I know you did, Kevin, and I think he loved you too, more than he ever has
loved anyone else, but for some reason he just wasn't strong enough to
resist the temptations.  You can't blame yourself for what happened, any
more than you could blame yourself for what happened between you and
Dustin.  I know that doesn't make it any easier to accept or any easier to
bear, but life is definitely not fair."

"Oh, I knew that before," he admitted, "but I thought that had changed when
I came here to live."

"Thanks and it's nice to know you thought that, but life will still have
its ups and downs," I explained, "and not everything that happens will seem
fair."

"Dad, do you really think I'll ever find someone who will love just me and
want to stay with me?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I'm certain of that.  You're just too great of a guy to be alone for
very long," I assured him.  "I can't promise when it will happen, but it
will, and then you'll look back at these two failed relationships and
realize it was all for the best."

"I hope you're right, but I still can't get over the hurt," he told me.  "I
feel all empty inside now and I just can't think about anything else at
all."

"That's understandable," I confirmed.  "I mean, it still hurts even if you
do understand what happened and why, no matter how old or mature you are.
Would it help if you stayed with me tonight?" I offered.  Kevin looked up
at me and thought about it for a minute.

"No, Dad, I'll be fine," he finally replied.

"Then do you want me to have Nick sleep somewhere else tonight?" I
countered.  Once gain, Kevin took a minute to think about it before he
answered.

"No, not unless he wants to," he replied.  "I know this will probably sound
strange, but I think I'd actually feel better if he was in bed beside me,
because then we might be able to work things out."

"Kevin, I thought you understood that probably wasn't an option," I
challenged, wondering how he thought that would help.  "Nick just isn't
mature enough to handle a monogamous relationship."

Kevin looked puzzled for a second, but then finally spoke again.  "No, Dad,
I didn't mean to work it out so we were back together.  I just meant work
it out so we were still friends.  I still care about him and he is still
like a brother to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions," I apologized.  "I guess that's a
bad habit of mine.  Do you want me to have him come up here and talk to
you?"

"Yeah, if he's willing," Kevin agreed.

"I'm sure he will be and I have a feeling it will make him feel better
too," I added.  "He really does care about you too, it's just that he's not
ready to settle down."

"I think I'm beginning to understand that now, Dad, and thanks," Kevin
replied

"You're welcome and I'm glad you're handling this so maturely," I noted.

"I guess it's a little easier after the Dustin thing," he agreed.
"Besides, for some reason I kept thinking this might happen.  I had noticed
things going on in school, but it's just that I didn't want to accuse him
without proof and I guess I didn't really want my suspicions to be true.  I
thought if I didn't make a big deal about things, they really wouldn't
matter."

"I know it's often easier to ignore the obvious or try to give it a
different spin, rather than admit to the truth," I concurred.

"Yeah, and that's what I was doing," Kevin admitted.  "I knew that a bunch
of other guys were talking with Nick quite often and he was even
disappearing from time to time, and when I would ask him where he was or
what he was up to, he wouldn't have a very good explanation.  I never
pushed it, but I guess down deep I really knew what he was doing."

"I'm sure you did, but it's not always easy to admit the obvious, not even
when you're older and wiser," I informed him.  "Well, let me go down and
speak with Nick, and then I'll send him up to chat with you.  Good night,
Kevin, and remember I still love you."  I kissed him on the forehead and
then we hugged, before I got up to leave.

"Thanks, Dad.  I love you too," he told me.  "I sure don't know what I'd do
without you to get me through all these tough times."

"Hey, that's what dads are for," I replied, which caused him to release a
small grin.  After that, I went down to discuss the situation with Nick
again and he rushed to meet me, as soon as he heard me coming down the
stairs.

"Is he all right, Pop?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I believe he is," I confirmed, simply.

"Are you sure?  He was pretty upset and kind of mad at me earlier," Nick
pressed, unable to believe Kevin could calm down that quickly.

"Yes, I'm sure," I reiterated.  "We've talked things out and he's going to
be fine."

"Does he want me to move out of the room now?" Nick wondered, figuring that
was the least Kevin would demand, now that he knew the truth.

"Actually he doesn't," I told him.  "He wants you to spend the night with
him, so you can talk things out."

"Is he going to start hitting me when I go in there?" Nick wondered, while
appearing a bit worried that might actually be the case.  "I mean, I
wouldn't blame him if he did.  I think I probably would want to do that, if
I were him."

"No, he's not going to attack or start punching you," I confirmed.  "He is
deeply hurt, but I think he's beginning to understand and still wants to be
friends.  What about you?  What do you want?"

"I really do want us to be friends and maybe we could still be lovers,"
Nick offered, "if he doesn't mind me doing things with other guys now and
then."

"I don't think he'll be that forgiving," I countered.  "He might still be
willing to fool around with you once in a while, but I think Kevin wants to
end up with someone who will be happy with just him.  I'm not sure, and you
can discuss that possibility with him when you talk this out, but I
wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you."

"Okay, I understand.  It was just a thought," Nick offered.

"I know, and he might surprise me, but I don't think he will," I responded.

"Well, I'll just be happy as long as he doesn't hate me," Nick confirmed.
"Kevin is really a nice guy and I hate to see him hurt.  I really didn't
want this to happen."

"I know, but you just have to scratch that itch now and again, right?" I
teased, which caused Nick to snap around and stare at me after I said that.
I think he was studying my expression to see if I was condemning him or
making fun of what he told me.  Finally, he decided to respond.

"Sometimes I wish I could control it, so I could be with someone like
Kevin, but other times I'm glad I am the way I am, because being with a
bunch of different guys is really fun," he admitted.  "No one's dick is
exactly the same and every guy is a little different to be with."

"Well, I can understand what you're saying, although I don't have enough
experience myself to confirm or deny it.  Therefore, I'll just take your
word for it," I told him.  "On the other hand, think about this," I
challenged.  "What are you going to do when you're too old to attract so
many other guys?  Are you going to be happy living alone and with no one to
come home to?"

"I never thought about that," Nick replied, suddenly unsure of himself.

"You do that," I responded, "and think long and hard before you answer."

"I will, Pop, and thank you for talking to Kevin for me and making him feel
better," Nick told me.  "And thank you for trying to help and not getting
mad at me too."

"Well, I just hope you'll feel the same way when I tell you my new rules
for you," I replied.

"What do you mean, new rules?" he wondered aloud.

"Well, from now on, protection is mandatory for you whenever you do
anything with anyone, regardless if it's inside or outside of this house,"
I began.  "I'm also going to investigate whether there are other
precautions we should be taking, so I hope you don't get upset if I confirm
it might be best if you have NO sexual contact with any family members, in
order to keep them safe."

Nick's mouth nearly hit the floor after he heard me say that.  "You mean I
won't be able to have sex with any of the guys that live here?" he asked,
trying to clarify what I'd just told him.

"Exactly," I confirmed.  "You may choose to take those risks yourself, but
it doesn't mean I'm going to let you expose the others to the same risks,
especially if they are unaware of what you're up to.  I may also have to
insist you have no sex at school either, since that may come back to bite
us both in the butt later."

"Wait, you mean you're going to ban me from having any sex at all?" he shot
back, stunned.

"No, just at home or at school," I clarified.  "What you do other places
will depend on your own personal judgment."

"Well, that doesn't leave me very much and seems pretty harsh," he
responded.  "Maybe it would be better if I just stayed with Kevin then," he
suggested, but I doubted he was serious about it.

"I hope you won't hurt him more deeply and understand why I might have to
do this," I told him.  "It's not to punish you, but to protect the rest of
the family -- which also includes my job."

"Yeah, I got it," he whined, while not looking very pleased.  "I know
you're only going to do what you think is best, but I hope it doesn't come
to that.  Just remember before you make up your mind that I love you, Pop."

His response momentarily stunned me, because Nick had never been one to say
things like that very often.  Although I didn't want to question his
motives, I also realized he might have added that comment to lessen my
resolve about carrying through on the restrictions I had just advised him
of.  However, instead of pursuing this matter further, I merely responded,
"I love you too, Nick.  I just don't approve of how you're conducting
yourself," and then let him go upstairs to his room.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 4 by BW                    
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 20 -- Saving Shannon.                                        

Monday I started making my calls, seeing if the school would be amenable to
having Pat return.  I began by calling the high school principal first, but
he was worried about the liability issues involved, so he referred me to
the superintendent.  The superintendent had similar concerns and said he
would have to get the Board of Education's approval before he could allow
Pat to return his classes.  He said he would put it on the agenda to be
discussed at their next meeting, which would be held tomorrow night.  He
told me I probably should attend, to state my case and answer questions, so
I told him I would be there.

That night I worked at the dining room table after dinner, trying to make a
list of the possible objections the Board might have to Pat's returning to
school, and then I tried to have an answer for each objection or an
alternative proposal that might be acceptable to both sides.  After about
three hours of playing the devil's advocate and then switching hats to
become Pat's champion, I thought I had come up with every possible reason
the Board might have to his resuming his role as an active student.  Once
those steps had been accomplished, I then addressed each issue and produced
a defense worthy of Clarence Darrow.  I felt I was as prepared as I could
possibly be to face the Board and soothe their concerns.

Tuesday after the students had been dismissed from my school, my secretary
told me I had a call from the high school principal.  I figured he wanted
to discuss tonight's meeting, so I picked the call up as quickly as I
could.

"Josh Currie here," I announced, in my best professional voice.

"Josh, I know you probably still have things to do," the principal stated,
"but I really need you to come over here as soon as you can.  I have some
things we need to discuss and clear up."

"Sure, no problem," I agreed.  "I'll be over in a few minutes.  Will that
be okay?"

"Yes, Josh, and thanks.  I'll see you shortly," he replied.

I put the material I was working on away, said good night to my secretary,
paged my younger boys to meet me at the van and then drove to the high
school.  I told the boys they could play outside while I went directly to
the principal's office.  As I entered the waiting area, I waded through a
collection of male students seated there and let the secretary know I had
arrived.  She greeted me and escorted me immediately into the principal's
private office.  That's when I discovered the first of several surprises.
All my high school boys were there, waiting for me too.  The next surprise
was their appearance.  Their clothes were messed up, some of their garments
were torn, their hair was disheveled and there was dried blood on some of
their faces, arms and clothing.

"Josh, come on in," the principal greeted me.  "I'm sorry I had to call you
over like this, but we've had a bit of a problem here and it seems to
involve your sons."

"Oh!  How so?" I asked, as my mind ran rampant with reasons to explain what
I saw before me.

"There was a fight in the parking lot after school and your boys were
involved," the principal stated, quite succinctly.

"I think I can have guessed that much, just from their appearance," I
replied somewhat sarcastically, while eyeing my sons.  "What was it all
about?"

"Although there are conflicting stories about how it started and exactly
what happened," the principal explained, "it appears your boys and another
group had some sort of disagreement.  A fight ensued and security and
several teachers went out to break it up.  Regardless of how it started or
who the instigators were, all the participants will be suspended from
school for one week.  The suspensions will be acted upon at tonight's Board
meeting and, I would suspect, approved by them at that time."

"I understand.  I know the school's policy on violence and fighting," I
assured him.  "I will take my boys home to discuss this further and I will
let you know if they will also face more punishment at home."

"Thank you, Josh.  I only hope the other boys' parents will act as
responsibly," he confirmed.

I signaled the boys to head out to the Suburban, but the principal, a
couple of security guards and I all kept a close eye on them as they passed
by the other students still seated in the waiting area.  Nothing happened,
other than a few icy glares and some body posturing, and I eventually got
them loaded up and ready to head home.  The other boys began to ask
questions about what was wrong and why the boys looked as they did, but I
told them I didn't want to hear anything until we got home and then we'd
discuss it there.  I followed the Suburban home, to make sure they knew I
was right behind them and be certain they didn't try to take a detour, so
they could put this confrontation off until later.  That didn't happen, but
even from a distance, I could tell their vehicle was as quiet as ours.

When we got home, we went inside and I asked the high school boys to meet
me in the family room, before instructing the rest of my sons to allow us
some privacy.  I could literally feel the tension as I entered the family
room and it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop, even on the
carpet.  I looked at each of them, partly expecting someone to blurt out a
defense or complain it wasn't fair they were going to be punished twice,
but no one challenged my authority.  After a somewhat lengthy pause, I
asked the boys who among them wanted to explain to me what had happened at
school.  After looking back and forth at each other, Danny took the floor.

"Dad, we were only trying to keep those other guys from beating up on this
other kid," he informed me.  "We didn't start the fight and we didn't
intend to fight, but we had to fight to defend ourselves and this other
boy."

"Okay, let's back up here," I told them, as this was exactly what I was
expecting to hear.  "Why don't you start at the beginning and tell me
exactly what happened."

"There's this guy at school, he just moved here this year," Danny began.
"He played soccer with us, so you might remember him.  His name was
Shannon."

"The left halfback?" I asked, which caused the boys to all look at me
oddly.  I guess they were surprised I'd remember someone I hadn't been
introduced to formally.

"Yeah, that's him," Danny agreed.  "Well, earlier today a rumor started
going around the high school that he was gay.  I guess somehow some guy
from his old Boy Scout troop found out he was living here and told his new
scoutmaster that Shannon liked boys.  The rumor was that the Scouts were
going to kick him out and it was the scoutmaster's son who was the one that
started telling everyone about him."  I nodded my understanding, but still
didn't see how this involved any of them, but I remained quiet and
continued to listen to what Danny had to say.

"Well, after school we all headed out to the Suburban, as we always do, and
we noticed something going on in the parking lot when we got there," he
continued.  "There was a group of guys surrounding Shannon, pushing him
around, calling him names and asking him things -- like if he wanted to
suck their dicks.  We decided we should stop what they were doing to him,
so we went over and told the other guys to knock it off.  It was the
big-mouthed scoutmaster's son that kept things going.

"Next he started calling Brandon and me names, saying things like, 'hey, a
couple more fairies are here to protect their little fag friend."  Danny
began to choke up and couldn't continue, so Dustin picked up the story from
there.

"That's when Frankie stepped forward and got in that kid's face," Dustin
explained.  "He told the mouthy bastard that if he didn't shut his face,
grow up and go away, he'd make him eat his words.  The kid laughed at
Frankie and threw a punch at him, but Frankie blocked it and then decked
the kid.  You should have seen it.  It was awesome!" Dustin beamed,
indicating how proud he was of Frankie's prowess at defending himself.

"Frankie buried his fist in that kid's nose, I think he broke it, and the
SOB went flying backwards and landed on his ass on the blacktop," Dustin
continued.  "He was covered in blood at that point.  That's when his
friends went after Frankie and the rest of us jumped in to protect him.  So
you see, they started it, one of them threw the first punch and then kept
it going, and we were only trying to get them to leave Shannon alone.
Those assholes deserved everything they got."  All of the boys were nodding
their heads in agreement, confirming his story and affirming Dustin's final
claim.

I didn't say anything for a few minutes after the boys had finished telling
their story.  I just sat there, absorbed what I had heard and thought about
how I should approach this.  When I finally knew what I was going to do
next, I began to ask them questions.  "So, what happened to Shannon?  Did
he get hurt?"

"I think he only got a few bruises and some small cuts," Brandon responded,
while looking at the others to see if they had more information than that,
but no one did.

"Well, I don't remember seeing him when I arrived," I announced, so were
did he disappear to?

"No, they split us all up, once they dragged us off to the principal's
office," Kevin informed me.  "They put US in his office, probably because
he knew you'd get there first, but they put Shannon in the nurse's office
and you saw the other guys out by the secretary."

"Yes, I did notice them," I confirmed.  "I just didn't know how they fit
into this situation."

"Well, they deserved everything they got when the Currie boys kicked their
asses," Ricky announced, boastfully.  "We didn't start it, but we sure did
finish it."  He faced was glowing when he concluded his proclamation.

"Yeah, Pop, you should have seen us," Nick added.  "We were really awesome.
I thought some of those guys were going to cry, we roughed 'em up so bad."

"Yeah, I was really proud to be a Currie today," Brent announced.  "I bet
those guys won't be bad mouthing any gays again soon."  He started to laugh
after making that comment.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that," I cautioned him.  "This might just make
them even more determined to hate gays even more, so much so that now
they'll want to find a way to get even for what you did to them.  I'm sure
they feel you embarrassed them in front of the whole school and will try to
find a way to save face."

"You really think so?" Cole asked.  "Why would they think they could bully
gays, when they got their butts kicked by a bunch of them?  And if they
start something else, we'll just beat the crap out of them again.  That's
no problem."  All the boys started to laugh, high five each other and carry
on in other typically macho ways.

"Oh, they'll play it down with anyone they talk to and make up stories or
excuses for why thy got beat," I countered.  "They might claim they were
outnumbered or it was the straight Currie boys who did the major damage,
while protecting their gay brothers.  That way they won't have to admit
they got beat by the very guys they detest."

"But that's not so," Trey announced.  "I was the only one who didn't fight.
The rest of them were really great.  The gay and the bi boys did just as
much damage as the others."

"I don't doubt that," I responded, "but that's probably not the story
they'll be spreading around town.  I'm sure it will be quite different by
the time you boys hear what's being said."

"Then we'll just have to correct them," Brandon announced, forcefully.  "I
want the school to know what really happened."

"Well, let's just wait until we see what happens at tonight's meeting," I
suggested, "before we decide what we do or don't want to do.  I also want
you boys to stay together as much as possible.  These boys or their friends
may try to single you out to get even."

"We will, you can count on that," Frankie answered, before asking a
question.  "Would it be all right if we went with you tonight to the
meeting, in case there's any questions about what really happened?

"It might be best if you didn't," I informed them.  "Your presence at the
meeting may just aggravate the situation.  You are facing suspension and
members of the community might think it's not appropriate that you show up
at the meeting where it's discussed."

"So, we can't show up at our own trial?" Dustin asked, but not in a
smart-ass way.  He was really being sincere about it.

"Well, this isn't exactly a trial," I stated.  "The board is most likely
just going to give their stamp of approval to the high school principal's
request.  It's a formality to ensure school rules have not been bent, legal
issues have been considered and appropriate actions are being taken."

"Dad, I don't mind getting suspended, but I think we were right in doing
what we did," Danny informed me.  "Don't you think the school board should
know WHY we did what we did?"

"You do have a valid point there," I agreed.

"Yeah," Ricky added, "and I think those guys should get a worse punishment
than we do, because of what they were doing.  They were ganging up on just
one boy.  It won't be fair if we all get suspended for the same amount of
time and we were just defending Shannon and ourselves."

"I agree, but remember what I've always told you," I stated, and
immediately noticed the wheels turning in their heads as they tried to
figure out what I was referring to.  However, I continued before I saw all
the lights come on.  "Rule number one is that life's not fair."

"But shouldn't we try to make it fair if we can?" Dustin wanted to know.
"I mean, just because it usually isn't, doesn't mean we shouldn't try to
make it fair, does it?"

"And don't you think we should stand up for ourselves?" Frankie asked.
"We'll tell them we'll accept the suspension for fighting, but they should
know there are bigger problems than just the fight.  Those guys were being
prejudice and I know what I'm talking about, cuz I used to be the same way.
Remember?"  The other boys looked at Frankie after he said that, knowing it
took some guts to admit it, even if it was just to them, so in one form or
another they let him know he had more than made up for his past errors.

"Okay, you've convinced me," I announced.  "Those who want to go may, as
long as you sit with me and don't speak, unless you are asked a question
directly or I give you permission to say something.  I don't want this to
turn into another brawl."  They agreed to my stipulations and I was only
mildly surprised when each of them let me know they wished to go with me.

"Okay, Dad," Ricky continued, while bouncing uncomfortably in his seat,
"what punishment are you going to give us?  I can't take the suspense any
longer."

"Yeah," Kevin added, "we just need to know."

"From what you boys told me, I think your actions were justified and you
only did what you had to do," I told them.  "Therefore, you won't be
getting any additional punishment from me, other than having to work with
Pat's tutors and keep your studies up during your week's suspension.  I'll
call the tutors and let them know they will now have a few additional
students for a few days."

The cheers that first erupted when I announced I wouldn't be punishing them
for their actions soon turned into groans, after I announced they would be
working with Pat's tutors and not allowed to just goof off.  I believe they
actually might have thought for a minute or two that this would just be
like an extra week's vacation.  Silly boys.

After the groaning subsided, I started dinner preparations, while they went
to work on the homework they had brought home with them.  I informed them I
would take their assignments with me in the morning and drop them off for
their teachers.

After dinner, I had the boys finish cleaning up and then get changed, since
they were a bit of a sight after the fight.  I wasn't going to take the
younger boys with us, so left Dion and Graham in charge of the others while
we were gone, although I didn't expect any problems on the home front.

Once the high school boys were ready, I led them out to the van, loaded
them inside and drove down to the administration building, wondering what
type of response we were going to get.


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