Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2000 00:59:57 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel -2  chapter 11

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW  (Young-Friends).        Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 11 - The one that got away.
    May 2000

Hardly a word was spoken during breakfast, for those of us who were up, and
soon Dustin and I had cleaned up and we were off to the hospital to pick up
Kevin and bring him home.  We arrived at the hospital just as Kevin was
finishing off his breakfast.  He looked good.  He had good color, he smiled
at us when we walked through the door, and he seemed to be in good spirits.
We asked him how he was doing and he told us he was great and couldn't wait
to go home.  He said he had no pain, only a little soreness, and he didn't
feel any less of a young man than he did when he had both of his testicles
in place.

Dustin and I both grinned at his comment but we were glad that he kept his
positive outlook.  The doctor came in about ten and checked Kevin out.
When he examined Kevin's scrotum, the doctor had me look so he could show
me what to expect and explain what I would need to do for Kevin when we got
home.  I guess that I expected it to look much worse but the discoloration
from the surgery and the scar was the worst part about it.  Kevin had to
get wise, of course, and he told us that 'he thought we were taking a
little longer than was professionally necessary to check him out'.  The
doctor quipped back that 'when they're this small it's hard to see and it
takes a longer time to show someone else what to do'.  Kevin made a hurt
face and surrendered at that point.  After the doctor left he said, "That
guy must really be hung if he thinks I'm small."  We all laughed and Dustin
playfully punched Kevin in his shoulder.

When we arrived home, all the boys came down to greet Kevin and welcome him
back.  This was the first I had seen him walk any distance since the
operation because he was taken out of the hospital and to the car in a
wheelchair.  I had to admit that he looked and walked like a cowboy who had
just spent a month in the saddle.  I know that he must be very tender in
that area, even though I had brought him loose fitting sweatpants to wear
home, but it was really comical to watch him as he moved.
  We took him into the family room and let him stretch out on the sofa and
the boys took turns waiting on him hand and foot for the rest of the day.

After lunch, I had another meeting with last night's offenders in the
living room.  I let Kevin and Dustin stay in the family room, as they
weren't involved in that particular problem.  I looked at the others and
asked them if there was anything they wanted to say to me before I began.
None of them spoke.  Now it was my turn.

"I've decided on your punishment for last night.  None of you will be
allowed to go anywhere, other than to school and school functions approved
by me, for the period of one month.  In addition, no one will be allowed to
come here during that same period.  The punishment will end on December
17th.  Any questions?"

Pat had one.  "How are we going to do any Christmas shopping if we're
grounded for all of that time?"

"You'll either have to go with me or wait until December 17th to the 24th
to buy things."  There were no other questions so I went into the family
room to explain to the other two what I had done.  Although they weren't
included, I wanted them to know what I had done to the others for two
reasons.  First, they might think twice before they did something like that
and, second, so they wouldn't make plans which might include some of the
others until the punishment was lifted.  They thanked me for filling them
in and that ended that episode for now.

The next week was Thanksgiving.  None of my older children would be coming
home for this holiday because they were saving their vacation days to spend
an extended Christmas with us.  I quickly calculated how many I would have
to feed and I started planning our Thanksgiving meal.  I went out grocery
shopping and got everything I might need.  It seemed strange going to the
store without at least three boys in tow but I left them all home this
time, as they were just beginning their punishment.  I did make them help
me carry the groceries in and put them away when I got home though.

Monday, I took everyone to school and then came back home to stay with
Kevin.  I had taken the week off from school, a half week because of the
holiday, so I was there when the contractor arrived.  He added the locks to
the bedroom doors and gave me four keys to each and two master keys that
would unlock any of them.  It took him about a half a day to do that and
then he started the job that I had kept secret from the boys.  He was
turning the downstairs office into the master bedroom again and he was
adding a new master bath to it by taking some area away from the rec room.
The old master bathroom had been sealed off and was used by all.  Besides,
with this many boys in the house another bathroom would be welcomed.  He
also split the plumbing for the two downstairs bathrooms off and connected
them to a new hot water heater, separate from the one for the two upstairs
bathrooms.  They were both the largest, quickest recovering, and most
energy efficient models he could find.

In the bedroom itself, I was having him panel the bottom half and paper the
top half as we had done to some of the upstairs rooms.  It would be a dark
walnut paneling for the bottom half and a nice 'nature' pattern wallpaper
for the top, showing rolling hills and green fields.  This would help at
Christmas time when my other children came home, making more room available
for them to use as well.  The bedroom reconstruction would take
Thanksgiving week (Monday thru Wednesday) and most of the following week.

Thanksgiving morning I got up early to start the turkey and slowly worked
on the other dishes.  Most of the boys came in at different times to offer
assistance, most of which I accepted gratefully.  By 2:00 we had our dinner
and the boys stuffed themselves with this special fare.  We didn't have
dessert, a collection of different pies, until an hour or so after the meal
so they weren't hungry again until later in the evening.  I told them just
go back and nuke what they wanted or they could make turkey sandwiches for
themselves.  They all took care of their own needs and I got a brief chance
to rest.

Friday it was just the boys and me in the house.  Some of the boys watched
sports on television, some were outside throwing a football around, Trey
was upstairs on the computer, and Frankie was in his room, though I'm not
sure what he was doing.  Trey had been on the computer for a couple of
hours when Frankie decided that he wanted to use it.  He asked Trey how
much longer he'd be and Trey told him to use the one in the office.
Frankie told him that it was a mess in there with the construction and he
didn't want to have to clean everything off first.  Trey said he'd be off
in a few minutes so Frankie waited.  Finally, Trey left and went to his,
actually Dustin and Kevin's room, to read right next door.

Frankie got on the computer and started checking to see what he could find
on there.  He went into MS Office and looked in a bunch of the files,
mostly school reports, song lyrics, and things of not much interest to him.
Then he tried to look in the download files to see if anyone has downloaded
anything of interest.  Finally, he searched the recycle bin and that's when
he struck gold.  Trey had deleted one of his files but he forgot to go in
and purge it from the recycle area.  He was planning to, but Frankie's
anxiousness to get on the computer had made him forget.  Because of this
simple mistake, Frankie became privy to his deepest, darkest secret.  It
was a journal entry, which he would usually keep in a password-protected
file, but this was a rough draft that he meant to delete.  Frankie read it
with great interest, as it told him things about Trey that no one else in
the house knew and things that Trey had kept hidden for his own reasons.
This is what Frankie read:

"November 23rd,

I'm not sure what to do.  I've enjoyed spending time and doing things with
Dustin and Kevin and I know that they accept me for who I am.  All the
others have accepted me too but not like Dustin and Kevin.  I want to tell
them that I'm gay and I would also like to have them to make love to me.  I
would like to see what it would feel like to have one of them inside me.
I've thought about it for so long but I don't dare say anything to them.
I'm a chicken because I don't want them to get mad at me or hate me but if
I don't tell them then I'll never be able to enjoy that type of sex with
them either.

I was thinking about talking to Mr. Currie (I still can't get myself to
call him dad because I feel that would somehow be betraying my own 'dad'
who is dead now) but I'm not sure how he'll react either.  I had almost
worked up the courage to do it but then the thing happened with the party
at the house and now I'm afraid again.  I don't know what to do.  I think
they'll accept me for who I am, they're pretty good about accepting things
that other people wouldn't, like going naked around the house, but I want
to be sure.  I don't want to ruin things because I like living here.  I
wish someone could tell me what to do."

Although it didn't have his name on it, there was enough information in it
for Frankie to know who wrote it.  Trey was the only one, beside himself,
who didn't call Mr. Currie 'dad'.  Trey was the one who hung around with
Dustin and Kevin, and Frankie remembered that someone had told him that
Trey came here when his parents died in an accident.  Yes, he knew who
wrote that.  He turned off the computer and stepped out into the hall.  He
could see Trey lying on the bed, on his stomach, reading his book.  He was
only wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and Frankie knew he wouldn't
mind dipping his stick in the little fairy's butt.  He quietly slipped into
the room behind Trey and reached for his shorts.  He had a hold of them
before Trey even knew he was there.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Trey screamed.

"I'm going to make a little queer's dream come true.  Just relax and you'll
find out what a real man's cock feels like inside you."

Trey started to struggle.  "Get away from me!" he screamed.

Frankie put his weight on Trey's back so he couldn't get away and he kept
pushing at his shorts to get them down.  Trey kept trying to struggle and,
when that wasn't getting him anywhere, he started screaming.

"Get away from me!  Leave me alone!  Get out of here!" he screamed as
loudly as he could.

Luckily, the boys who had been tossing the football around outside had just
come in to wash up for lunch.  Not only did they hear Trey's screams but so
did the group that was watching the football game in the family room.
Suddenly there was a whole herd of boys flying up the stairs and moving
toward the screams.  Pat was the first one there, followed by Ricky, Cole,
Graham, Danny, and Dustin.  As they reached the door to the room, the boys
could see Trey, belly-down on the bed, his shorts pulled down to just below
his knees, and Frankie was fumbling to get his own jeans open.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Pat shouted at Frankie.

"I got a little fag who wants to be butt-fucked.  I'm just helping him
out."

"Get away from him," Danny said coldly as he pushed his way through the
crowd.

"Now," added Dustin, following Danny in and adding some muscle to the
request.

"Hey, he's a fag and he wants this."

"We don't care what he is," Danny came back, "and it certainly doesn't
sound like he wants it, from all the screaming and fighting he's doing."

"He does want it.  I could show you on the computer where he said so."

"I don't care what it says in the computer!" Dustin screamed.  "He's
obviously changed his mind and we don't force people to do anything that
they don't want to."

About that time I arrived on the scene.  I had gone out and told the boys
to wash up for lunch as I got into the van to make a quick run to the
store.  Just as I was pulling back in, Cole and Graham rushed out to meet
me.  They were all excited and they told me what was happening upstairs.  I
raced to the house, stormed up the stairs, but by that time the other boys
had stopped whatever was going on.  I took Dustin and Danny in with me to
talk to Trey as I sent the other boys downstairs.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked Trey.

"NO!  They heard it all already."

"Well, I didn't.  Would you please fill me in?"

"Why?  So you can throw me out?"

"No one's going to throw you out.  I need to find out about Frankie and why
he was trying to do what he did to you."

Trey started crying and he buried his head in the bed.  The three of us
tried to console him and tell him that we were there for him, no matter
what.  Eventually Trey lifted his head and looked at me with his tear-
streaked face.  "I'm gay.  Okay?  He must have found one of my journal
entries on the computer and he came in to try and fuck me.  Is that what
you want to know?  Now do you still want me to live in your house?"

"Trey, why would I want you to leave?  You didn't do anything wrong."

"But I'm gay.  I'm queer, a fag, a fairy.  You don't want me here to
corrupt the rest of them, do you?"

I looked at Danny and Dustin and let them know that I thought it would be
best if they answered this one.  "Trey," Danny said, "I'm gay too and Dad
knows it."

"And I'm probably bi," Dustin added, "and Kevin's gay.  Nobody else here
cares as long as you don't try to force them to do something they don't
want to do."

"Really?  You guys aren't just saying this to make me feel better, are
you?"

"No, they're telling you the truth," I confirmed.  "We don't flaunt it but
we don't hide it either.  Nothing has changed for you and no one is going
to ask you to leave.  This is your home as long as you want to live here.
Understood?"

He looked up with tears still streaming down his cheeks.  His chest was
still heaving but he was still maintaining most of his composure.  "Yeah,"
he panted out.  "Thanks."

"I'm going to leave Danny and Dustin in here with you while I go and speak
with Frankie.  You guys get him calmed down and then go down and eat lunch.
You'll just have to pick up from where I left off with the food until I get
back down to the kitchen.  I think I need to handle this first, though."

I walked down the hall and looked in Frankie's room and he wasn't there.  I
went downstairs and looked around there but I still couldn't find him.  I
asked the other boys if they knew where he was and they told me that he
went outside.  I went out and found him sitting on the swing on the side
porch.  I went over and sat down next to him and started to question him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened up there?"

"What difference would it make?  It looks like you're all going to protect
the little fairy anyway."

"We're not protecting anyone.  All that was being done was enforcing one of
our major rules, and that is that no one forces anyone else to do anything
that they don't want to do."

"But he wanted it.  He even said so in that thing he wrote on the
computer."

"What thing?"

"I found something he wrote in the recycle box and I read it."

"This document said that he wanted you to have sex with him?"

"Not exactly. It said he was gay and he wanted Dustin and Kevin to fuck
him.
  It also said he was too shy to tell them, so I was just helping him out."

"But I was told that he was screaming for you to stop."

"Hell, he was just being shy."

"Or maybe he didn't want you to do it by force?"

"See.  You're sticking up for the damn queer."

"Are you trying to tell me that you weren't forcing him to do this?"

"Maybe I was, but he wanted it."

"He wanted to have sex with Dustin or Kevin, but that obviously didn't
include you.  Why didn't you stop when he started screaming?"

"Cause I was horny and I wanted to get off in his cute ass.  Big deal."

"When you're forcing someone to do something they don't want to do, it is a
big deal."

"Whatever.  So are you kicking him out now that you know he's just a little
cock sucker?"

"No.  He's staying here."

"Fine.  Then I'll just nail him some other time."

'Frankie, I don't think you're listening to what I'm saying.  You can't
force people to have sex with you."

"Then I'll just have to persuade him.  I'll get his little faggot butt
sooner or later."

"Let's put it this way.  Unless Trey tells me that he wants to have sex
with you, you don't get near him.  Understood?"

"Why the fuck do all of you care what happens to the god damn homo?  They
like to get fucked in the ass, so I'd be doing him a favor.  Why is
everyone getting so bent out of shape about me doing it for him?"

"It's because you're forcing him to do it.  Unless he tells me those are
his intentions, then I want you stay away from him."

"Then you better hire an armed guard to protect his ass, because it's mine
the first chance I get."

"Then I guess that I'll have to make sure that you never get that chance."
I left Frankie sitting there and I walked back into the house.  I picked up
the phone and began to dial.

"Hello."

"Hello, may I speak with Judge Shay?"

"Whom might I say is calling?"

"This is Josh Currie."

"Josh, it's me.  Will you please stop calling me Judge Shay outside of
court and simply refer to me as Steve?"

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"I take it this isn't a social call?"

"Unfortunately, no.  I've had some major problems with Frankie and I think
that it's best that you remove him from here immediately."

"Josh, what happened?"

"There have been a couple of things and I think this would be best to get
him out of here before the situation gets any worse."

"Josh, I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me what went wrong.  I really need
that information to know how to deal with Frankie."

"Steve, I feel that I might be partially to blame because I've been so
wrapped up in Kevin's problem and his surgery.  Maybe if I spent more time
with Frankie when he first arrived."  Judge Shay cut me off.

"Josh, you know better than to beat yourself up when a kid doesn't work
out.
  Just tell me what happened so I'll know what to do next."

"Well, I think he was responsible for arranging a party here at the house
when I was at the hospital with Kevin.  They were even serving beer."

"And?"

I really didn't want to tell him but he did need to know.  "Today he tried
to force himself sexually on one of the other boys.  He thought that was
the boy was gay and wanted it to happen, even though the boy was trying to
fight him off."

"I'm sorry.  Is there anything more?"

"The other thing I can't prove, but things have been missing here since he
arrived.  I'm not sure it's him and I wouldn't be able to offer any proof
of this."

"That's not necessary.  That's one of the charges against him when I placed
him with you.  In fact, there were several counts of petty larceny in his
file.  I know that's not proof but, if you haven't had the problem with the
other boys, I'd say he was a fair bet.  Look, I apologize for this and I'll
have him picked up within the hour.  I'll take care of him from here."

"I really hate to do this to you, Steve.  I feel like a failure."

"Balderdash.  I just hope this won't affect any future relationships we
might have."

"Of course not."

"Fine.  I'll take care of everything.  Just let me apologize again for any
problems this might have caused you."

"It's not necessary, Steve."

"Just the same, I am.  Thanks for your help.  Good-bye."

"Good-bye."

I hung up the phone and called Danny out.  I explained to him that Frankie
would be leaving but I didn't want him to tell a soul.  I just wanted Danny
to act as lookout while I went up and put Frankie's things together.  I
thought it would be best not to give him any advance warning because I was
afraid that he might try to run away.  I went up to his room and I packed
everything he owned in the satchels he had brought with him when he
arrived.  I was nearly finished when I made another discovery.  High up on
the top shelf of the closet, buried behind paper bags filled with junk, was
a boom box.  I assumed this was the missing boom box, seeing Frankie didn't
bring one with him when he came here.  I'm afraid that this also confirms
that he was our thief.  I took his things down and put them in the closet
in the foyer and waited.  It wasn't long before a car drove up, two men in
suits got out, and all the boys rushed out to greet them, including
Frankie.

"Mr. Currie?"

"Yes."

"Steve sent us to collect something."

"Yes, I know."  I put my arm on Frankie's shoulder.  "This is Frankie."

They led him to the car and put him in the back seat while I ran into the
house to get his things.  I gave them to the second man; they were both
detectives in an unmarked car, and he put Frankie's things in the trunk.  I
walked up to the still open rear door to talk with Frankie before he left.

"Frankie, I'm sorry that I had to do this but you left me no choice.  You
threatened Trey, I knew that you planned that party, and I found the
missing boom box in your room when I went in to pack your things.  I wish
this would have worked out and you could have fit in here.  I think that
would have been good for all of us."

"Shit, it's no big deal.  I don't give a fuck where I live.  I'll be fine,
man.  Don't worry about me.  I guess if I were you, I'd get rid of me too."

I guess that answered all of my questions and I just stood in the driveway
with the other boys.  We all watched the police car back out into the
street and drive away.

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