Date: Mon, 3 May 2010 20:23:21 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 6, chapters 7 - 8

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 6 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 7 --  Another Bite of the Big Apple.

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

I wasn't sure how the boys might spend Wednesday, but I assumed they would
enjoy some more time taking it easy and getting reacquainted.  They
understood nothing was planned until Friday morning, when we'd be setting
off on our next adventure, so I figured they'd make the most of the
downtime.  Nigel's boys were excited and curious about what we'd be doing,
but I only told them we'd be going to someplace special, but never told
them where nor said what we'd be doing.

After most of the boys went out to skinny-dip in our pool, Nick came to
find me.  It was evident he had something important to discuss with me in
private.  I soon discovered he wanted to tell me more about his visit with
his parents, but this time he filled me in on the things he didn't want the
others to know.

"Pop, my parents are so different now, then when I first met up with you,"
he began.  "They actually wanted to spend all their time with me and I
really could tell how much they loved me.  It was nice, but only to a
point," he added, with a slight scowl.

"And what do you mean by that?" I asked, puzzled.  I wasn't sure what he
was alluding to.

"You know," he hinted, but I merely shook my head, to let him know I didn't
understand.

"They spent ALL their time with me," he emphasized, "so I didn't get to go
anyplace without them.  You know what that means, don't you?"

"It means they enjoyed being with you and wanted to take advantage of every
second you were there," I responded, only to get a strange look in
response.

"No, I mean for me," he shot back.  "You've got to realize how that limited
what I could do," he insisted.

"I take it you don't mean with your parents," I replied.  "I suspect you're
referring to being able to find sexual outlets and that you had to take
care of your own needs, rather than hooking up with new partners."

"Now you're getting it," he sighed, with a slight grimace.

"So what you're trying to tell me is that you came back very horny?" I
asked, rhetorically.  "So what's new about that?" I teased.

"What's new, is I've been back for a few days and I've had a few chances to
have some fun, but not enough to make up for all the time I had to go
without," he whined.

"And you've come to me, why?" I prodded.

"I wanted to know if you'd mind if I hooked up with a couple of the Barstow
boys," he announced, without much emotion.

"I don't remember you ever seeking my permission before you did something,"
I countered.  "So why now?"

"Because I felt I owed it to you, after all you've done for me," he
replied, shyly, and I could tell he was being sincere.  "I know you want to
limit how much we do with them, and I understand why, but I thought maybe
you wouldn't mind, as long as I asked you first."

I just grinned, before I responded.  "As long as you follow the rules Nigel
and I first set down when they arrived, then it will be cool, Nick.  Just
don't get carried away."

"I won't and you can trust me," he responded.

"I know or I wouldn't have told you it was all right," I advised him, with
a wink.

After giving me a hug, he stripped off his clothes and raced out to the
pool.  About forty to fifty minutes later, I saw him reenter the house with
two of Nigel's older sons in tow.  He was leading the Irish brothers,
Padraic and Sean, up to his room.  It was obvious he had spent some time
coaxing the pair into joining him, and I found out later that he promised
them the time of their lives, if they joined him.

As the trio went up the stairs to Nick's room, I noticed their semi-aroused
state and concluded things would be heating up very soon.  I was right.
Once the door closed, Nick told Sean he'd suck him off, so he had Sean lie
on the bed.  Then Nick suggested to Padraic that he could screw him
doggy-style, while he gave his brother a blowjob.  Padraic quickly
explained that he'd need a rubber to do this, so Nick pulled open the
drawer on his nightstand, to show him where everything was kept.

While Padraic slipped the condom on and lubed it and Nick up, Nick bent
over the side of the bed and slowly began to orally stimulate the
sixteen-year old.  When Nick felt Padraic fingering his backdoor, he spread
his legs wide and let the seventeen- year old have his way.  Once Padraic
felt Nick was ready, he moved in behind him and gently began to enter.

At the time, Nick was busy licking and sucking all around Sean's genital
area, but he wasn't so preoccupied that he didn't realize what Padraic was
up to.  Nick stiffened slightly as he felt Padraic's thick tool enter him.
After all, it had been some time since he'd done anything like this and the
Irishman had more girth than most of Nick's assorted partners.  Nick
actually forgot about Sean momentarily, as he adjusted to the intruder, but
Sean seemed to understand and didn't say a word.  However, once Padraic was
totally inside him, Nick began to bob up and down of Sean's firm mast
again.

Nick was truly enjoying giving and receiving at the same time.  Not only
was he pleased by the way Sean was responding to his actions, as he thrust
and squirmed below him, but he was also getting a great deal of
satisfaction from the older brother.  Nick was in heaven from the amount of
sexual stimulation Padraic's monster gave him.  Besides filling him up, it
continually brushed against his magic button and brought him more pleasure
than he had known for quite some time.

Finally, Nick was able to relieve some of the sexual tension that had built
up while he was away and he didn't want it to end too quickly.  Delving in
to his vast bag of tricks, he was able to delay both brothers from getting
off prematurely, so he could enjoy this for as long as possible.

When he finally reached the point where he knew he couldn't delay them any
longer, Nick focused his attention on Sean.  He redoubled his pace and
increased his suction until Sean was about to blow.  Since Nick wanted all
of them to get off together, he began working his anal muscles to bring
Padraic to the brink as well.  Padraic was giving Nick an incredible
pounding and Nick shivered every time Padraic's ample penis brushed against
his prostate.

Nick actually lost his rhythm a couple of times, due to the overwhelming
wave of sensations coming from his backside, and suddenly he realized his
own juices were about to spew.  Knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out
much longer, he shoved his long, slender finger up Sean's butt and massaged
his prostate as well, which sent Sean over the edge.  Sean began to bounce
up and down on the bed, and within seconds, began releasing his love milk.
As Nick felt the first volley of warm liquid squirting from the tiny slit,
he swallowed greedily.  He wasn't about to lose a drop.

Soon this activity sent Nick over the edge too and caused his fluids to
rise up his tubes.  Having also reached the point of no return, his own
stiff hose began spitting out its creamy contents.  As his ejaculate landed
on the sheets and dripped down Sean's side, he was about to collapse in
total ecstasy, but it wasn't over yet.

Nick's orgasm had caused his rectal muscles to spasm and squeeze Padraic's
pistoning dick even harder, which was the final straw for that Irishman.
As his jism erupted and filled the reservoir at the tip of the
prophylactic, Padraic rammed him a few more times, thus milking his own
dick dry.  Now that all three of them had climaxed, they collapsed beside
each other on the bed, totally satisfied with their workout.

They actually dozed off for a while, but when they awoke they discovered
they were sufficiently recovered from their energetic workout.  Nick
quickly wiped the mess off the sheets and Sean, before taking time to thank
his partners.  Both Barstow boys returned the courtesy and thanked him as
well, and then they talked for a while, about a variety of non-sexual
topics.

They did come down to join us for dinner later and I think most of the
others were able to guess what they'd been up to.  It wasn't hard,
especially knowing Nick's reputation.  However, once the meal was finished,
the three of them disappeared once more and no one saw them again until the
following morning.

Once they returned to Nick's room, Nick suggested this time Padraic and
Sean should switch places, if they were up for a second go around.  The
brothers immediately agreed with his proposal and went at it again.

This go around was nearly identical to the first, with Nick in the middle,
except the other pair had switched places.  The results were just as
enjoyable, but this time when they were done, they only rested briefly,
before cleaning up, changing the sheets and snuggling up to sleep together
on Nick's bed.  Of course, Nick was in the middle again and they stayed
that way until they got up for breakfast.

Everyone spent Thursday packing and making sure he had everything he would
need to take with him on this trip.  When I had finished with my
preparations, and before checking on the others, I called the bus company
to verify our reservation and confirm the time the bus would be arriving to
pick us up.  I was told the bus would be here by 5 a.m., and then we'd go
pick up Little Ricky at the farm.  After that, we'd be on our way for a
couple of weeks of fun.

Although the boys were excited, none of them knew the details of what we
were going to do on this trip.  No matter how excited they were, they
remained on their best behavior for the entire day.  I think the Barstows
were afraid we'd cancel the trip if anything bad happened and I think my
boys were just trying to match, or exceed, their guests' well-mannered
actions.  Both groups even went to bed early, without being told to do so,
because they knew that we'd be getting an early start.

I had already explained we'd be waking them up at 4 a.m., so they'd have
time to dress and eat before we left.  I also advised them that anyone who
procrastinated and didn't get moving fast enough to join us would have to
make the bus ride hungry, and none of them wanted that to happen.

Nigel, Jake, and I questioned each of the boys about the things they were
planning to bring with them, in an attempt to eliminate their forgetting
something they would need later.  Once they understood what extra things
they should include, and which items they should leave behind, they
finished their packing.  I then had all of them move their luggage
downstairs to a stack in the family room.  That would make it easier and
eliminate some unnecessary commotion in the morning.

Although a majority of the boys were still a little sluggish after they
awoke, it didn't take long before the adrenaline kicked in and began to
energize them.  By the time the bus arrived, they were fully alert and
ready to go.

As the coach pulled up in front of our driveway, they grabbed their gear
and loaded it in the luggage compartment.  Once every item was accounted
for, we had them find seats and get comfortable, so I could count noses.  I
wanted to make certain no one was left behind.  Yes, Nigel, Jake and I had
all seen the "Home Alone" movies and didn't want that to happen with our
families.

Once everyone was accounted for, I went back to double-check the house and
make certain everything was turned off.  I didn't want to take the chance
that an electrical short would cause the house to burn down or that someone
might leave the gas partially on and the house would explode before we
returned.  When I was satisfied everything was as it should be, I locked
the doors and we were on our way.

Since all of those activities took so long to accomplish, we didn't get to
the Beckers' house until between 6:00 and 6:30.  Little Ricky was standing
on the porch waving at us as we drove in, with his suitcase standing beside
him.  I don't know why, but for some reason, seeing him reminded me of a
nineteenth century emigrant waiting on the dock for the last boat to the
New World.

As the bus drove toward him, Little Ricky grabbed his suitcase and leaped
from the porch.  This scared me, because he hadn't even waited for the
driver to come to a halt first, so I was concerned that he might stumble
and fall in front of one of the tires.  About that same time, Mr. and
Mrs. Becker emerged from the house, looking at their son and making weird
faces about the risk he was taking.  As soon as the bus stopped, I got out
to speak with them.

"This kid has been a bundle of nerves for over twenty-four hours,"
Mr. Becker announced.  "You'd think he'd never taken a trip before."

"He's just a boy, dear," his wife chided him.  "You don't have to make fun
of him.  He's just excited about being with his Uncle Pop and all the other
boys.  Weren't you a kid once?"

"Not that I can remember," Mr. Becker replied.  "I was doing a man's work
on my father's farm as early as I can recall."

"Well, maybe that's why you're not much fun at times," she added,
tongue-in-cheek.  "What you needed was to learn how to be a kid and enjoy
yourself."  Mr. Becker just gave her a shocked glare, almost as if he
hadn't expected her to make such a bold comment.  However, before long,
they were both smiling.

"Guess you're right," he told her.  "I always envied the other kids my age,
when they talked about taking family trips and vacations.  Go ahead, son,
and have a good time.  But you be good for Mr. Currie."

"Yes, dear, have a good time and call us when you can."

"I will.  I promise," Little Ricky responded, as he gave each of them a hug
and a farewell kiss.  Then he spun around and raced toward the bus.
Without breaking stride, he darted up the few steps and stood beside the
driver, while he looked to see whom he wanted to sit next to during the
long bus ride.

"Don't worry about him," I told the Beckers, "as I've got several other
surrogate fathers who are more than eager to watch over him."  Of course, I
was referring to my older boys, who I knew would also keep an eye on Little
Ricky.  They would do this the same way they kept track of Andrew, Sammy
and Graham, although Graham was beginning to think he was too old for this
type of scrutiny any longer.

The Beckers thanked me for including their son and tried to give me some
money, which I refused to take.  They weren't happy about it, but realized
I wasn't about to change my mind.  Before I boarded the bus, I shook
Mr. Becker's hand and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek, before assuring
both of them I'd take good care of their son.  Everyone on the bus waved at
the Beckers as we drove off, and they waved back, and soon we were on the
road, heading toward our first destination.

I had kept the itinerary of the first part of this trip a secret, except
from the adults, but all of the boys knew we'd be visiting a naturist camp
at one point.  That was because Little Ricky had blurted it out, so I had
to confirm it was one of the things we'd be doing on this trip.

Surprisingly, it was one of Nigel's boys who first recognized where we were
going first, when he spotted a road sign telling the distance to New York
City.  My boys had been there before, a couple of times in fact, but I felt
our European friends should see it, at least once, before they returned
home.  As we came into view of the skyline, it had them in awe, especially
as we got closer to it.  However, for my gang it just wasn't the same
without the Twin Towers looming before us.

We spent the rest of the day touring the Statue of Liberty and Ellis
Island.  When we finished up, just before dinnertime, we took the boys to
our hotel, so they could clean up and change into more appropriate garments
before we ate.  I had made reservations at a nice restaurant, well in
advance, but they wouldn't allow us in looking like we did now.

The downtown hotel we were staying at was an older, yet still elegant
structure.  I even think Nigel's boys were impressed with its design and
furnishings and, yes, it could have even rivaled many of the historic
places in their own country.

What made it even nicer, at least as far as I was concerned, was the fact
that I'd also been able to secure a group discount for our stay.  The
hotel's business had been down recently, actually since September 11, 2001,
and they were doing everything they could to attract customers.  This meant
offering discounts, special packages and holding unique events to garner
clientele.

After getting ready, we made our way to the restaurant.  It was fancier
than most of the eating establishments we frequented, so the boys felt
slightly out of place, but that didn't stop them from checking it out.
They spent a great deal of their time gawking at the surroundings and
talking excitedly to each other about this fantastic place.  While they
were looking over the menus, Nigel, Jake and I took time to explain what
some of the dishes were, so the boys could make an informed decision about
what they wanted to eat.  Once they made their selections, we ordered and
then waited for it to arrive.  That night we enjoyed a wonderful meal,
which included some delicious desserts, and everyone was fully sated by the
time we left.

Earlier in the day I had begun to notice that Vinnie was acting a little
strange.  He was unusually quiet and didn't look particularly pleased.
Even as we dined, he seemed out of sorts, so I wondered what was wrong.
Did he have a fight with Kevin?  I didn't think so, because Kevin seemed to
be having fun, and then it struck me.  Vinnie's parents had died when their
plane was crashed into one of the Twin Towers.  I couldn't fathom what he
must be going through and didn't believe I hadn't realized this sooner.
Now, I was mentally kicking myself for not anticipating this predicament,
but I was also determined to talk to him about it later, once we were
alone.

As we finished up our desserts, I informed both Jake and Nigel what I
planned, and the reasons for it, so they agreed to keep an eye on the rest
of the boys, while Vinnie and I spent a little time by ourselves.  As
everyone else was heading up to his room, I quietly, and secretively,
pulled Vinnie aside.

"Hey, Bud," I began.  "Why don't we go out for a little walk, just the two
of us?"

"Why, did I do something wrong?" he asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

"No, I was the one who did something wrong, and I want to apologize to you
for it," I stammered.  I'm not sure he understood what I meant by my
remark, but he went with me.  Once we were walking down the sidewalk, I
began to explain.

"Vinnie, I apologize for being so callous and thoughtless earlier.  It had
completely slipped my mind that this is where your parents died.  How are
you handling your stay here and being reminded of that?"  Now, he looked at
me, with understanding in his eyes, before they began to fill with tears.
He was finally able to release his inner turmoil and deal with this
emotional issue.

"I thought everyone had forgotten about that, and it kind of hurt," he
admitted.  "I'm glad you remembered though."

"So, how are you holding up?" I asked, while giving him a gentle hug.

"It's not easy, but I'm worried more about tomorrow," he told me.  "You did
say we were going to see where the Twin Towers stood, right?"

"Yes, but you can stay near me, if that would help," I suggested.

"Yeah, okay," he agreed.  "That would help a lot."

"Would you like me to remind Kevin too, so he'll be more supportive?" I
wondered.

He looked at me and I could tell he was thinking hard about what I just
asked him.  "I don't know.  What do you think?" he responded, putting the
decision back on me.

"I think we should," I told him.  "Kevin's probably so caught up in the
excitement of being here and showing Nigel's boys around that it hasn't
dawned on him yet.  I know if we don't tell him, once he does remember
he'll feel just as badly about the oversight as I do.  I'm really sorry and
want to make it up to you.  Will you let me?"

"It's okay.  I understand," Vinnie replied, diplomatically.

"Not really, and I do owe you," I told him, sincerely, before ending our
discussion.

When we got back, I took Kevin aside and explained things to him.  I could
tell he felt even worse than I did about the oversight, especially after
admitting he hadn't even noticed Vinnie's plight.  Now that he was aware of
Vinnie's feelings, Kevin went over to him and apologized.  Even though
Vinnie assured him it was all right and was willing to overlook our gaff,
we both pledged to make it up to him tomorrow.

The next day we went to the top of the Empire State Building, to enjoy the
splendid view of the city.  While we were there, we noted the hole created
by the collapse of the World Trade Center and explained to the Barstows
what it had been like for us, on the day it happened.  I even brought up
the story about Vinnie's parents, and once the others understood how
traumatic that must have been, they went out of their way to offer words of
comfort and solace to him.

Later, we went as close as we could to the spot where the WTC once stood,
while most of my boys thought back to our first trip to the city.  As we
drew closer to the site, Kevin and I moved on either side of Vinnie, so we
could support him through this difficult time.  Even though it was hard for
the rest of us to look at the huge void, while also recalling peering from
its observation deck on our previous visit, I was sure it must be a
thousand times worse for Vinnie.

Although it was emotionally draining, Vinnie made it through our visit like
a trooper.  He did shed more than a few tears while we were there, but no
one seemed to think much about it, since they were also shedding a tear or
two of their own.  Nigel's boys were very supportive and offered their
expressions of remorse and outrage over what had happened those many months
before.  I think, from that point on, my family understood how important it
was to have the people of Great Britain as our staunchest allies.

By the time we were ready to leave, we were all emotionally drained, but I
think it also served as a catharsis for Vinnie.  This visit allowed him to
deal with that part of his past and come to terms with it, if only in a
limited way.  Now, he could put it behind him and move on with the rest of
his life.

Kevin was wonderful with Vinnie the entire day.  Since Kevin had dealt with
his own crises over the years, especially when we lost Brent, he seemed to
know exactly what to do or what to say to help guide Vinnie through these
critical moments of dealing with his personal demons.  I'm sure Vinnie was
as glad as I was that Kevin was there to help him through it.

Once we finished our sightseeing, we got back on the bus and left the city.
The driver took I-95 south and headed toward our next stop, Washington, DC.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 6 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 8 --  Seeing More of the U.S.A.

We spent the evening in a motel in Maryland.  We thought it would be
better, and less expensive, to stay here and wait until morning to enter
the capital.  After a rather large dinner, topped off with an array of
desserts, we went to our rooms to turn in.

Nigel's boys were buzzing about seeing the capital.  They hadn't
anticipated doing so much traveling while they were with us, so this was an
unexpected treat.  A few of my boys added to their excitement by telling
them about some of the things they'd be seeing there, since some of us had
been here before.  I'm not sure how much sleep any of the boys got that
night, but we woke them early and took them out for breakfast, before we
drove into Washington for a whirlwind tour.

The first day we visited the White House, the Capitol Building, the Supreme
Court and the various monuments.  It was a hurried and hectic pace, but I
wanted everyone to see as much as possible, while still keeping to my
timetable.

The next two days we took them on a warp speed tour of the Smithsonian,
which is our equivalent of their British Museum.  Nigel's boys were
impressed with their three days in the U.S. capital, and I was glad they
got to see everything.  I thought it was important they had this
experience, but now it was time to travel farther south, so we could spend
a day in Colonial Williamsburg.

Although Nigel's boys enjoyed their brief time there, I didn't realize that
having lived in England they had been to places that were very similar.
These sites boasted many of the same types of activities, even though they
might not be set in exactly the same context.  The Barstows eagerly
informed me about several such places they had visited previously, where
they had also participated in reenacting what it would have been like to
live during that time period.

Although I realized this might have been a redundant stop for them, they
were very gracious about it and didn't make any negative comments.  In
fact, they did their best to convince me they had enjoyed the visit.  Even
though they were insistent, I could still tell that they wouldn't have
minded skipping this one stop.

That night we spent some of our time on the road, until we located a small
family- owned motel along the way.  Although the vacancy light was lit when
we arrived, it didn't stay that way for long.  We soon took up all of their
available rooms, which made the owner very happy.

After a restful, but too brief stop, we were back on the road again.  Later
that afternoon, we arrived at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.  We informed
the boys they'd have the rest of that day, and the next, to spend enjoying
the ocean.  I had reserved several rooms at a beachside resort, so we
wouldn't have far to travel to enjoy the Atlantic, and Nigel's boys were
impressed with the sandy beach.  Both groups frolicked for hours, enjoying
the sun, sand and surf, while Nigel, Jake, and I kept a very close eye on
those in the water.  We didn't want to have another incident similar to the
one we had in England, where one of Nigel's boys had nearly drowned.

Fortunately our time there was uneventful, in that regard, and everyone had
fun romping in the ocean, although I think the boys would have preferred
not to have had to wear trunks.  Nonetheless, everyone enjoyed their stay,
especially Little Ricky, as this was the first time he had been in a body
of water larger than his pond or a small lake.  He had seen the ocean when
we visited the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, but this was his first
opportunity to actually spend time in the water.

I watched him closely the first time he waded out into the ocean, since I
knew how different it would be from what he was used to.  As I suspected,
Little Ricky was immediately pummeled by the waves and knocked off balance.
Although he was able to keep more or less upright, he seemed shocked by the
power the waves generated.

As he wandered a little farther out, he was busy looking back toward the
shore and yelling to get the attention of one of the other boys.  That's
when the next wave hit him.  This one was slightly more powerful and took
his feet out from under him.  Little Ricky came up sputtering and spitting
out the ocean brine, and then he turned to look out at the ocean, as if he
expected to be able to see what had knocked him off his feet.

I jumped to my feet and moved toward him, so I could make sure he wasn't in
trouble.  As he came back to his feet, I noticed the look on his face and
it was priceless.  It was a mixture of shock, fear and euphoria all rolled
into one, but I backed off, just as soon I was certain he was all right.

Just as he was turning around to wade back to shore, another wave repeated
the scenario and dunked him yet again.  This time he came up with a huge
grin on his face, like he thought this was some sort of neat game he was
playing.

I continued to observe his activities, while remaining close enough to
reach him, just in case he got into serious trouble.  In the meantime,
though, I opted to let him learn at his own pace, as long as he wasn't in
danger.  From that point on, Little Ricky braced himself as the tide rushed
toward shore and crashed into his legs.  He was steadily gaining
confidence, as he dealt with each new situation, so much of the remainder
of his time was spent leaping over or running through the never-ending
procession of waves.  Even though he was enjoying doing this on his own, he
still tried to coax others into joining him as he did so.

After spending a second day at Myrtle Beach, we pack up our bags and made
the short trip to the naturist camp.  It was only twenty-five miles from
where we were, but it was located in North Carolina.  It was called
Whispering Pines Nudist Vacation Resort and was a family oriented retreat,
in a woodland setting.  It took up about thirty-five acres and had an
adequate number of rental units, complete with cable TV.  However, we
advised the boys that we wanted to limit their time watching the boob tube,
since this was supposed to be a vacation and there were many things to do
instead.

The activities available included volleyball, shuffleboard, horseshoes, a
Swedish sauna, a heated pool, hiking trails, camping, paddleboats, swimming
in the lake, and a clubhouse with pool tables, ping pong, an indoor
shuffleboard area and arcade games.  This seemed perfect for my family, and
I just hoped Nigel's boys would find it equally appealing.

Once we unloaded everything we were going to take with us from the bus, we
told the driver he was on his own for a few days.  I advised him that he
could amuse himself however he saw fit during that time and I also gave him
a tip, for his efforts thus far.  I did this in case he needed the cash to
entertain himself.  I was sure there were many things he wouldn't dare put
on his expense account, but I still wanted him to have a good time while he
waited around for us.

He seemed pleased by the gesture, and relieved that he didn't have to stay
at the nudist camp with us.  I think he was more than a little anxious
about the idea of having to stick around while we were there, so he thanked
me, over and over again, when I advised him he could go.  It didn't take
long before he, and the bus disappeared, so the rest of us settled in to
our cabins.

As soon as everyone was comfortable with their surroundings, I suggested we
take a walk around the area, so they could become familiar with the layout
of the resort.  Soon we were all standing in a group, wearing only our
athletic shoes, and possibly a pair of socks, ready to take on the nature
trails.  We followed several of these, noting the various places they led
to, and then we came back to the lake.  Of course the boys wanted to go
swimming, so we all took off our footwear and enjoyed some time in the
cool, clear embrace of the water.

While we were frolicking in the lake, some other vacationers came to join
us.  One was a family with a boy, about 11, and a girl, around 13.  We were
also joined by two other girls, who were possibly 14 or 15 years old, and
another boy in his late teens.  The boys began to introduce themselves to
the others and tried to get to know them better.  Eventually, they
discovered these young people came here with their families at least once a
year and stayed for a week or two.

These new acquaintances then asked the boys if they had been here before
and they confirmed they had not.  However, they quickly added that they had
been to other such places and enjoyed being able to shed their clothes,
without the normal concerns they might have when doing this.

Over the next hour or so, more people came out and joined us, and Mark met
up with an attractive young lady in her late teens or early twenties.  He
invited her to join him on one of the paddleboats, and when she accepted,
some of the other boys decided to do the same thing.  They either asked one
of the others in our group to go out with them, or invited one of their new
acquaintances to go along.

Andrew seemed to hit it off with the 11-year old boy and wanted to
paddleboat with him, so he and I sat down to chat with the boy's family.
Once we got to know each other better, I mentioned that the boys wanted to
try taking a boat out a boat on their own and asked if they thought it was
acceptable.  Seeing both boys were both capable swimmers, his parents
agreed and we sent them off.  It was really cute as we watched them walk
away, like two old chums.  I did notice that they took time to check each
other out as they went and then began whispering, and giggling, back and
forth.

Throughout the day, everyone was busily going in all different directions,
as they investigated the various activities provided.  Most even took time
to try their hand at many of them.  We watched as a large group got
involved in a very energetic volleyball game, during which budding breasts
and flaccid dicks bounced up and down as they tried their best to win.

While the boys did this, we adults sat around and talked.  We slowly got to
know each other better, while also keeping an eye on our broods.  We
enjoyed observing them and admired their competitive instincts as they
participated in these activities.

Over time, nearly every one of our young people tired their hand at the
horseshoe pits and shuffleboard area, although shuffleboard was totally new
to them.  At other times they went off to shoot pool, play ping-pong or try
their hand at the arcade games in the clubhouse, but they always told us
first, so we'd know where they were.

It was quite a nice and relaxing day, and the boys seemed to really enjoy
themselves as they tried out all these various activities.  That night,
after dinner, Nigel, Jake, and I decided to try out the sauna.  We were
mildly surprised when Mark, Danny, Brandon and Pat slipped in to join us.
As we sat and talked, Mark told us about the young lady he'd been hanging
around with earlier, and Pat told us about the young girl he had made
friends with.  Then the boys wanted to know what other plans we had for
them, and I explained that other than an idea to camp out in tents for a
night or two, this was just supposed to be an opportunity for them to
relax, get some sun, and meet others with similar interests.  They seemed
content with my response, and after our stay in the sauna, we all went to
bed.

The next day started out with the boys milling around outside after
breakfast, but they soon devised their own entertainment.  When I went to
check on them a short time later, I discovered they had begun their own
co-ed softball game and seemed to be having a great time with the other
young people they'd met here.  Once the game ended, the whole group went
swimming in the pool, instead of the lake, and then they decided to just
lie in the sun to dry.  During that time, some of the younger boys talked
us adults into taking them on another hike, as they wanted to look for a
good place for us to camp out, when the time came to do that.  They also
wanted to try to see what kind of wildlife might also be in the area.

The group was unusually quiet as we moved about, because none of them
wanted to scare the animals away.  Due to their cautious approach, we
actually were able to glimpse some squirrels, a few chipmunks, a small
collection of rabbits and a couple of fawns during our stroll.  Having been
able to spot these creatures in their natural habitat pleased them to no
end, especially since the two fawns had played around like a couple of
young colts, without even acknowledging our presence.

We also discovered a good place to pitch our tents when we camped out and
there would be plenty of room to accommodate the assortment of temporary
shelters we had brought with us on the bus.  I included them because I
suspected some the boys would want to camp out and I wanted to have what
we'd need to do that.  I doubted the resort would be able to provide enough
gear for us, so we had brought our own.

After lunch, our gang started a soccer game and even made the two goals for
this purpose.  Once again, they included some of the other young guests and
it was beginning to look as if our boys were becoming the focal point for
the majority of activities happening here.  The other young people would
come over to check out what they were going to do next, before making their
own plans.  The boys didn't seem to mind this, although we also had a few
loners who preferred going off by themselves.  Since they were content
doing their own thing, instead of hanging with the larger group, we gave
them our blessing and left them alone.  This arrangement worked out fine
and no one complained, so everyone was happy.

The boys were also making some new friends, and Andrew and the other
11-year old had become almost inseparable.  Frankie, Pat, and Mark had all
managed to find young ladies to keep them company during their stay, and a
few of Nigel's boys had even found others to hang around with.  Most of
these new friends were male, but there were also some females in the mix,
and the whole group seemed to find a way to entertain themselves and each
other.

The next day, we asked who wanted to go camping, after telling them about
the spot we had chosen to pitch the tents.  I explained the site was along
the outer edge of the resort, so it was quite private, and then divulged
the other information they might wish to know before making their decision.
I did this to get an idea about how many tents and how much food we should
bring with us.

Most of the group wanted to go, but there were still a few who chose to
stay behind, since they didn't want to be parted from those not in our
group.  Andrew, on the other hand, wanted to know if he could ask his new
friend to join us, so I told him it was fine with me, as long as the boy's
parents agreed to it.  Hearing that, he nearly dragged me off, to see if we
could get permission for this other boy to go with us.

After a few awkward moments of trying to explain why we wanted their son to
be part of this activity, I assured them it was Andrew's idea and I'd take
good care of him.  After some more give and take, we finally got a positive
response, which caused the boys to begin jumping around.  Actually, it
appeared as if they had just sat on an anthill, rather than that they were
doing a dance of joy.

Once the others discovered Andrew was inviting a friend, some of the older
boys tried to talk me into letting them bring some of the girls along.
However, I didn't think a co-ed camping trip would go over well with the
girls' parents.  Although everyone was running around naked, there wasn't
much chance that anyone would get involved in any type of sexual conduct.
In fact the operators of the camp watched for such things, since no
intimate contact between guests, except for married couples, was allowed.
It was one of their cardinal rules.  This, of course, would be much harder
to enforce on a camping trip, so I decided it would be best to avoid the
possibility all together.

The boys immediately tried to argue the fairness issue, since Andrew
already had permission to bring his friend along, but I reminded them, in
my typical fashion, that life is not fair and they'd better get used to it.
Although they continued to lobby to get me to change my mind, I stood my
ground and they finally accepted the futility of their actions.

The next day we got ready to go, and to my surprise a few of the holdouts
changed their minds, so everyone except Frankie and Mark were going to join
us.  I had already resigned myself that Pat and a few of Nigel's older boys
were also going to stay behind, but for some unknown reason they decided it
would be more fun to go with us.  Although I was curious as to what led to
this dramatic reversal, in the end it turned out they merely preferred to
be with the family.

Now that we knew who, and how many, were going, we divided the food and
tents among those strong enough to carry them.  Seeing the older boys were
carrying the tents and other gear, I had the younger boys load the supplies
into the backpacks they had brought with them.  These were the ones they
had used for school the previous year, but they would serve this purpose
well.  I then asked for volunteers to carry the coolers with the
perishables in them, with one boy on each handle.  I ended up with more
help than I needed, which gave me some leeway.  Now, I was able to devise a
rotating schedule for this task, so no one would be stuck carrying the
additional weight the entire way.  Once that was settled, we hiked to our
campsite.

The walk was enjoyable, even though we made far too much noise to see any
wildlife this time.  The boys were too wrapped up with telling stories and
joking around as we went, so they managed to scare most of the animals
away.

Andrew's little friend seemed to be very excited about this adventure and
talked to Andrew about it the entire time.  Although I was never able to
hear anything they were saying, Andrew told me later that the boy had
admitted that he'd never really camped out before.  Other than sleeping in
a tent in his own backyard a couple times, this was very special for him.
That made me glad his parents had allowed him join us.

It didn't take long before we arrived at our pre-selected campsite and
began setting up.  The older boys unpacked the tents from their carrying
cases and started putting them up, with the younger boys helping as much as
possible.  Once all the tents were pitched, we briefly decided who would be
paired with whom, and then we stored the rest of our gear inside the
appropriate shelters.

Once that had been accomplished, we had the boys clear a space to do the
cooking and put the campfire.  As that group cleared away all the
combustible materials and encircled the area with rocks, I sent the rest of
the boys off to collect firewood.  We would need it later for those
purposes and I knew it would take a considerable amount of time and effort
to gather it.  The boys would have to range out in all directions to find
enough aged, dry wood lying about to be useful.  Once everyone had stacked
what he brought back in one spot, Jake and I started a small blaze, over
which we would prepare our lunch.

Everyone was hungry, but that was mostly due to the combination of fresh
air, the short hike and the energy they had expended doing a small amount
of work.  We had made sure to bring along an enormous supply of hot dogs,
buns, ketchup, mustard, relish, and chips for this meal, which the resort
provided for us.  However, now we needed a way each of them could prepare
it for themselves.  With that in mind, we gave them the appropriate tools
and asked them to go out and cut a green twig to spear their hot dogs with,
so they could cook them over the open fire.

Once they returned with the appropriate item, they began fixing their own
lunch.  Each boy had at least two hot dogs and chips, although some of them
had up to five or six wieners.  As the first of them finished, I broke open
a bag of marshmallows and let the boys toast them for desert.  After
everyone had eaten his fill, I explained we'd rest for a bit and then we'd
go to the lake for a swim or they could take one of the paddleboats out
again.  They seemed to like the idea, so they helped hang the food packs
from the trees, to keep the animals from getting into them while we were
gone.  Before we left, we also made sure the fire was completely out, so we
didn't accidentally cause any problems.  By the time all of that was
completed, we began our walk to the lake.

When we got there, I told them they needed to wait another half-hour before
they went in.  Some of them asked about the paddleboats, but I told them
that would be delayed too, just in case they fell off while they were on
them.  I suggested they could sun themselves instead or find other things
to do on shore, but there would be no swimming until I gave them the okay.

It wasn't very long afterward that I began hearing singing, but I wasn't
sure where it was coming from.  However, it didn't take long until I
realized some of the boys had decided to entertain themselves by vocalizing
some of their favorite songs.  A few of the more musically inclined even
tried to harmonize and it actually sounded pretty good.  With instrumental
accompaniment, it might even have sounded great.

Some of the girls were at the lake too, and once they saw the boys, they
came over to join them.  Frankie and Mark were there as well, and now they
said maybe they should have come with us, seeing they would still have been
able to see the girls too.  I told them they could still ask the other boys
if they could stay with us tonight, seeing they hadn't done any of the
work, and of course the boys agreed it would be fine.  Frankie and Mark
told us they'd join up later and then spend the rest of the night with us.

After I gave the boys the go ahead to swim or use the paddleboats, everyone
flew toward the lake.  Soon, they were racing, dunking each other and just
having a good time.  The girls were also included in these activities and
I'm sure there was a lot more touching going on than was necessary.  Since
no one was complaining, neither did I.

A little while later, after everyone was tired out from all this activity,
Frankie and Mark walked back to their cabin.  As they went, they also took
time to accompany the girls back to their cabins as well.  The rest of us
returned to our tents and did other things, until it was time to fix
dinner.  The other boys would join us after they ate at the clubhouse,
because I warned them I hadn't brought out enough food for them too.

Dinner was going to take a while to prepare, so we asked some of the boys
to help.  We had brought out steaks and hamburgers for this meal, along
with baking potatoes and corn, still in the husk.  We let the younger boys
husk the corn, and I had some of the other boys wrap the potatoes and meat
in aluminum foil.  Once the corn was ready, we wrapped it in aluminum foil
too.

By this time, the campfire had begun to produce enough hot coals to cook
with, so we spread them out and then placed each foil wrapped item of food
on top of them.  Jake, Nigel and I also scooped more hot coals out to cover
them with, so everything would cook thoroughly.  As more and more wood
turned into hot coals, they were continually added to finish the baking
process.  Once we thought everything was done, we took a few items and
sampled them, before summoning the boys to eat.

We had also brought travel containers of salt and margarine to use on the
corn, and plastic utensils and heavy-duty paper plates to eat with, but I'm
not sure the food had time to hit the plate before it was devoured.  The
boys wolfed everything down as if this were the first food they had ever
eaten and raved about how good it was.  I think it had more to do with them
knowing how it was prepared, as well as knowing the way fresh air made
everything taste better.  After the meal, the boys threw the disposable
items into the trash bags we'd brought along and helped to police up the
area.  Once that was done, we gave them pudding cups for dessert.

By now the sun was beginning to sink, so some of my boys started asking me
if I'd tell a ghost story tonight.  I informed them I couldn't think of one
right now, but asked if they'd give me time to come up with something
appropriate.  After agreeing, they left me alone for a while, so I could
dream up a new tale.  I secretly wanted to create one that would fit in
with the area and the fact that everyone was running around naked.  I also
wanted it to be a story my boys hadn't heard before, since I wanted them to
react and enjoy it as much as the Barstows.

The problem was, I didn't know where to begin or what to focus on, so I
started watching the boys playing tag and horsing around.  They always
amazed me with how they seemed to find ways to entertain themselves, no
matter where we were, and this was no exception.  As I watched them play,
an idea struck me.  It was a little gory, but the boys did seem to prefer
them that way.

When the boys came back to see if I'd come up with an idea, they were
excited to learn I had.  They quickly gathered everyone around what was
left of the fire, and asked me to begin.  After taking a deep breath and
scanning the faces before me, I started my tale.

"Well, back when this resort first opened," I told them, "they hadn't
cleared away the grounds as nicely as it is now and the clubhouse hadn't
been built yet.  There were no living areas and this resort was mostly for
campers and people in RV's.  The area was also much more wild and wooded
and it was during this time when a young man, who was probably in his early
to mid-twenties, came to spend a few days here.  After he arrived, he
decided to investigate the area first, and while he was wandering through a
small clearing, he happened upon a bear cub that also appeared to be alone.
The young man gradually gained the young bear's confidence and began to
play with it.

"The pair had been at this for a few minutes, when the young man heard a
growl behind him.  He spun around, only to discover the mother bear.  She
was not happy with his being so close to her cub, so she swiped one of her
hug paws at him, claws extended.  The boy jumped backward, trying to get
out of the way of that lethal weapon, but, unfortunately, he didn't jump
back far enough.  The bear's claws caught his dick and scrotum and
literally ripped them from his body.  The boy screamed out in pain, but
there was no one around to hear him.  While the mother bear and her cub
disappeared into the woods, the boy lost consciousness from the loss of
blood.

"He wasn't found for several hours, and then only by accident, but by that
time he had passed away from the excessive bleeding.  Since that day, it
has been reported by many visitors to this place that they have seen a
young man wandering around the grounds, reportedly looking for his missing
sexual organs.  A couple of young men have reported that this ghost even
tried to claim their package as his own, and the story goes that he will
continues to walk these grounds, searching for a penis and testicles that
reminds him of his own.  He won't be satisfied until he reclaims them and
is whole once more."

As I finished this story, I noticed a few of the boys involuntarily
reaching down and covering their genitals with their free hand.  This
signified to me that they were afraid this young ghost might be lurking
there now, ready to steal their prized possessions.  I heard Jake and Nigel
snicker when they noticed the boys making these moves and later the three
of us shared a few more laughs over how the boys how swallowed yet another
of my tales and then reacted to it.

After that, we sat around the campfire for a little while longer, before
the boys started to head off to their tents.  We adults stayed out after
most had left, to give the boys time to do whatever it was they might be
inclined to do.  During this time, we talked about what we might plan for
the following day, since we knew we'd have to keep the boys occupied.  Once
we reached a consensus, we headed to bed.  We had also split up amongst the
various tents, so we'd be close enough to help out in case of an emergency
or to calm them down, in case they had nightmares.  Before I drifted off, I
spent some time listening to their gentle snoring and relaxed breathing,
which eventually lulled me off to sleep too, thus ending our first day of
roughing it.


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