Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 02:21:36 EST
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 13

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The Castaway Hotel - by BW  (Young-Friends).                Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 13 - The stork makes another delivery.                    February
2000

I played the message on the answering machine to see how urgent it was.

"Josh, this Sally Swartout.  I hope you get back soon because I have
another boy who needs your help.  Please call me as soon as you return.
Thanks."  The message was from last Tuesday.  I gave Sally a quick call at
home.

"Hello."

"Sally, it's me Josh.  We just got in and I got your message.  What's the
story?"

"Oh, Josh.  Thank god you're back.  I've got a 15 year old boy staying here
with me, he's in the other room right now.  He got thrown out of his foster
home because his foster dad caught him and his own son in the middle of a
homosexual act.  I let him stay with me while you were gone, actually there
was no place else for him, but he desperately needs your help.  Would you
mind if I brought him over?"

"No, Sally, I wouldn't.  Just give me some time to talk to the boys about
this.  How about coming over in a half an hour."

"That would be fine, Josh.  Thanks for your help."

I stepped out of the office to summon the troops.  "Boys, would you all
come down to the living room so we can have a discussion."  They all came
filtering in, looking confused about why they were summoned.  "I want each
of you in on this discussion because, in one way or another, it will impact
you all.  Mrs.  Swartout had left a message on our machine while we were
gone.  I just spoke with her and she has another boy who needs our help.  I
don't have a great deal of information about him but they will be here in
about half an hour.  I need to know how you boys feel about this."

"Hey," Ricky began, "if he needs our help, then fine.  I mean, where would
we be if you hadn't offered to help us.  I don't see any problem."

"Me either, dad," Danny added.  "As far as I'm concerned, we'll help
anybody that needs it."  Everyone was nodding their heads in agreement.

"Like I said, I don't know much about this boy and you boys may have to be
more careful about what you do together, until we learn more about the new
kid.  I don't mean that you have to stop your intimate times together just
be more careful and lock your doors when you can't hold off."

"We know, pop," Jay added.  "We'll be careful but, who knows, he may fit in
just fine."

"That is a possibility but let him make the first move and don't pressure
him into anything.'

"You know we wouldn't do that, pop," Brandon answered.  "You've taught us
all well and we'll let him decide what he wants to do, if anything."

"Thanks, boys.  I knew I could count on you.  I would like for all of you
to be here when he arrives.  It might make him feel more at ease if you
introduce yourselves, explain who you are, why you're here and let him know
that he's welcomed.  Then I'll let him choose from the three remaining
rooms and you can help us clean it up and move him in.  Is everyone all
right with that?"  They all nodded yes and then went back to what they were
doing until our new guest arrived.

Before long, we heard a car pull into the driveway and, shortly, the
doorbell rang.  The boys came flying from all directions as I opened the
door to greet our visitors.  "Hi, Sally.
  Won't you two come in and join us?"

They entered the house and we moved to the living room.  The new boy eyed
the four boys, looking confused about who they were.  Sally must have told
him I had two foster sons and he probably was wondering how they had
multiplied.

"Josh, boys, this is Dustin Kowalski.  Dustin, this is Mr. Currie, Danny,
Ricky and two of their friends."

"Hi, Dustin," I greeted him.  "Welcome to our home.  By the way, the blond
is Brandon and the redhead is Jay.  They're just like part of the family
and they'll be around a lot."  The boys all said hello to Dustin, shaking
his hand and welcoming him to our home.

"How old are you?" Danny asked.

"Fifteen," Dustin answered curtly.

"Well, Brandon and I are fourteen and Ricky and Jay are thirteen.  I think
we'll all get along."

"Dustin," I began, "how would you like to go upstairs and pick out a
bedroom.  We have three empty and you can select any one."

"Yeah, OK."  He wasn't much of a talker but we got him to follow us and we
headed to the rooms.  Dustin was about 5'8" tall, brown hair, hazel eyes
and he was solidly built.  He wasn't fat, just solid, and he looked like,
with a little working out, he could be a powerful young man.  We let him
look at the three rooms and we explained that we could paint or paper as he
desired.  He chose the largest of the remaining rooms, one that had
belonged to one of my daughters when they lived at home, and it had a
feminine air to it.  I told him to think about how he wanted to fix it up
and we could go out and get supplies during the week.  He seemed relieved
and happy about this and we went back down stairs.

"Do you play any sports, Dustin?" Danny wanted to know.  Yeah, I played
soccer, wrestled and played baseball in my old school."

"Great.  We all play baseball and Brandon and I play soccer.  Ricky and Jay
are going to tryout for the modified team, as well.  The rest of us play
basketball during the winter, though.  What position do you play on the
soccer team?"

"I was the sweeper.  How about you guys?"

"Brandon and I play midfield and Ricky and Jay want to be strikers."

"I guess we could almost form our own team," Brandon added.

"Yeah, I guess we could," Dustin shot back.  "You guys seem pretty nice.
Thanks for making me feel better.  I didn't have it this good at my last
home."

"Don't worry about that here," Ricky let him know.  "Dad's really a great
guy and you'll like him.  We'll all get along, too."

"You call Mr. Currie dad?"

"Yeah.  We asked him if we could and he said it was OK.  You can to, if you
want.  Brandon and Jay call him pop.  It's just because they have their own
dads."

"That's cool.  I've had to call my old foster parents Mr. & Mrs. So and So
or call them by their first names.  I never felt like I belonged in any of
their homes."

"Pop's a great guy," Jay added.  "Sometimes I wished that I lived here."

"Sounds like a finally found a cool place.  I guess that this is probably
the best break I've ever gotten."

"You'll probably believe that even more after you've been here for a
while," Danny emphasized.  "Ricky got tossed around a bit before he came
here but we wouldn't trade dad and this place for anything.  We just came
back from a three-week vacation.  He took all four of us."

"Yeah, I know.  Mrs. Swartout said that that was why I had to stay with her
this past week.  We had to wait for you to get back.  I guess my timing
wasn't very good.  A couple of weeks earlier and I could have gone on
vacation with you."

"Don't worry about it, Dustin," Ricky said.  "We'll go on more trips.  Dad
is already talking about planning next summer's vacation."

"I hope I'm still here."

"You'd have to screw up pretty badly to not be here."  Danny told him.
"Dad will forgive you for a lot of mistakes and you'd probably have to be
arrested and be confined to jail or juvy hall to get out of here."

"Well, I'll try to avoid that then.  Thanks guys, you've made me feel
really good about all that's happened."

"Look, we're all brothers now," Danny added, "even Jay and Brandon.  We
take care of each other and help each other out.  You're part of our
family, now, so you're just like the rest of us."

"This is going to be better than I thought.  I've never had any 'real'
brothers before just kids who were children of my foster parents or other
foster kids.  In fact, I can't even remember being part of a real family.
I've been in foster homes since I was three."

"We're sorry to hear that," Brandon said from his heart, "but you have a
family now.

"There's no mother," Danny continued, "because Dad's wife died, but there
are the rest of us and there are dad's four grown children, from his
marriage.  He said that we're going to see them over the holidays this
year, some at Thanksgiving and some at Christmas.  He's told them about us
and I'm sure he'll let them know that you're here now, too.  Come on, let's
go outside and play some ball.  I got a new soccer ball for my last
birthday."

The boys informed me that they were going out to play a little soccer and
they tore out the door.  I could see them kicking the ball around on the
side yard.  While the boys were out playing, Sally filled me in on the
important facts of Dustin's life in foster care before she went back home.
I discovered that Dustin had experience a rough existence over the past few
years and there was every indication to believe he was probably gay or bi.
If he can get past his bitterness over his past life, he should fit in well
with the others.  When the boys came back inside, they gave Dustin the
complete tour of the house and Danny informed him that soccer physicals
would be on Wednesday.  It was getting late, so I took all of the boys out
to eat, one final meal together, and to welcome Dustin to the family.  Then
we took Brandon and Jay home to their parents.

When we returned home, Danny and Ricky helped Dustin clean up his room,
make his bed and settle in.  They all took a shower and then they came down
to watch some television with me.  Ricky was the last one in and he found
Danny and Dustin sitting on either side of me.  Not to be outdone, he came
over and sat on my lap.  Dustin stared at him for a minute and then he
started laughing.

"It's sure is nice to see that they feel comfortable enough to use you as a
seat.  I would have never have dared to do that in any of my old foster
homes."

"You certainly don't have to feel that way here," I told him.  "I won't
treat any of you any differently than I would had you been born into my
family."

"Thanks, dad," Dustin added with a grin, "I like that."  I put my arm
around his shoulder and pulled him against me.  I wanted him to know that
he wasn't too big or too old for me to show him a little affection, either.
He took the hint and moved tightly against my body.  When it was time for
them to go to bed, Dustin asked me if he could stay behind to talk for a
minute.  I told him that would be fine and I kissed Danny and Ricky good
night and sent them off to bed.

"Did Mrs. Swartout tell you about why I got kicked out of my last foster
home?"

"Yes.  She told me just about everything she knew about your life in foster
care."

"And it doesn't bother you, I mean about why I was kicked out?"

"No, of course not.  It won't matter to the other boys either, although the
only way they'll ever know about that is if you tell them.  The boys are
very open and very understanding about almost everything.  You're not going
to having any problem about that here."

"Thanks.  I felt really bad when I got kicked out of my old home but I
think my old foster-dad did me a favor.  This place is much better.
Thanks, dad, I'm really happy to be here."

"And we're happy to have you.  Head upstairs and get to bed.  You do
remember how to get to your room, don't you?"

"Yeah, good night."  Dustin gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  He was
part of the family now.

The next day, I talked to Dustin about his ideas for fixing up his room.
He had looked at Danny and Ricky's rooms and he decided that he liked the
wallpaper better.  I suggested that we should consider putting wood
paneling on the lower half of the wall and then paper the upper half.  He
thought that this sounded like a good idea, so we drove down to a
remodeling store to pick out the type of wood and color before we selected
a wallpaper pattern.  Having picked everything out, I called my contractor
and arranged for him to come over and measure so he could let the store
know the amounts needed.  He said he would be over tomorrow afternoon to
measure and he would do the work at the end of the week.  Everyone was
happy and the plans were set in motion.

Wednesday, I picked up all of the boys and took them for their soccer
physicals.  Then they had a quick meeting with the coaches, got the tryout
schedules and started planning for school to begin on Monday.  Everything
was going really well, the boys were getting along terrifically and I was
preparing to head back to work.  That night, I added Dustin to the
computer, giving him a sign-on and an email address.

Nothing had been happening between the boys, sexually that is, as they were
all sort of feeling the other person out.  Thursday night, Dustin took a
chance, based on what I had told him about the other two, and decided to
tell Danny and Ricky about why he was kicked out of his old foster home.
Both boys told him that it was no big deal to them and then they informed
him of their own situation.  Danny told Dustin that he was gay and Ricky
told him he was straight but didn't mind fooling around a little.  They all
laughed and Dustin felt better because he had been able to be honest with
his new family.

"You know, it sure feels good when you don't have to keep secrets from the
people your around the most."

"We know," Danny added.  "It's been the same for us.  That's only one of
the advantages about living here, though.  It just keeps getting better all
the time."

"Are you and Ricky going to tell Brandon and Jay?"

"That's not our decision, that's up to you.  If you want them to know,
you'll have to tell them and, if they want you to know their preference,
they'll have to tell you.  We don't tell anything about the others unless
they tell us to."

"You can tell Brandon and Jay about me, if you want, or I'll tell them next
time they're here."

"Well, that will be this weekend.  I think they're both staying over Friday
night and all day Saturday.  They had to really beg their parents, having
been gone with us for three weeks, but they finally got them to give in by
telling them they'd spend Sunday at home.  You can tell them whenever we're
not playing ball, of one kind or another."

Dustin smiled, thanked his brothers and they went out to practice their
soccer.  I had been very impressed with how smoothly this transition period
had been going.  Thursday, the contractor showed up and began work.  That
night, Dustin asked if he could sleep with me, as his room was a mess, and
I agreed.  Being older and larger than the other boys didn't keep him from
cuddling with me that evening, trying to make up for the love and
tenderness he had missed while growing up.

During the day Friday, I had been out running errands and checking in at
the school.  When I got back, there was another message on my answering
machine from Sally Swartout.

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