Date: Sun, 21 May 2000 12:41:49 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 2    chapter 2

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW  (Young-Friends).        Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 2 - Our first problem.
         May 2000

Dinner had been completed and Dustin and Danny helped me clean up the
dining room and kitchen.  When we were finished I started to observe Pat
and make mental notes of his appearance.  He stood about 5' 3" tall and he
had a solid but not overly muscular build.  He had a handsome but not
pretty face, dirty blond hair, blue eyes and a distinct cleft in his chin.
He carried his body as if he was always prepared to ward off an attack and
he never seemed to let himself to fully relax.  This may just be from being
the new kid on the block and not yet feeling comfortable with his situation
but I suspected that there might be additional reasons for his posturing
stance.

All of the boys made sure that their homework was completed and their
chores were done before they joined me to watch some television before
going to bed.  Many of the boys had decided to also shower and prepare for
bed before joining us in the family room and there was soon a collection of
nude bodies roaming and sprawling about.

"Are you guys a bunch of homos?" Pat screamed out as the number of naked
bodies increased.  "I'm not living with a group of queers."  Damn, I had
forgotten to forewarn Pat about the nightly ritual.

"Just because we aren't ashamed of our bodies doesn't make us gay," Dustin
informed him.

"Yeah," Kevin added, "it's just more comfortable and cooler that way.  We
see each other and other boys naked in the showers all of the time and none
of us feel that we have anything to hide."

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," Danny added.  "It's just
that we don't stop anyone else who does want to."

"Well, it's not right and it ain't natural," Pat shot back as he stormed
out of the room and raced up the stairs.

"I think I better go talk to him," I said before I left the room.  I walked
up the stairs and knocked on Pat's closed bedroom door.

"Go away," he shouted.

"Pat, it's me and I think that we need to talk," I told him.  There was no
response for several seconds and then the door slowly opened.  "What do you
want?" he asked me.

"May I come in and discuss what just happened?"

"There's nothing to talk about," he answered defiantly.

"I think there is and I think that there is more to this than your just
objecting to the other boys being naked.  I think we need to talk about
what triggered this."

"It's nothing.  I'll just stay in my room when they start running around
without their clothes on."

"That would work but I don't think that it would be the best solution.  I
think it would be better if we took some time to discuss this."

"I guess that you're not going to go away until we do so come on in."

I walked in and sat on his bed and signaled to him that I wanted him to sit
next to me.  Hesitantly, he joined me on the bed but he wouldn't look me in
the eye.  He only stared at the carpet as I began to speak to him.  "Pat, I
can understand if you are uncomfortable about the boys running around
without their clothes on but I think that your reaction was a bit severe."

"But why would they want to do something gay like that?"

"Pat, there are many nudists, or naturists as they prefer to be called, who
are not gay.  They just don't believe that it's necessary to hide their
bodies.  Even if the boys were gay they wouldn't try to force you into
doing things that you didn't want to do.  We are very open and accepting
here.  We try to accept each other for whom and what they are and we don't
try to force our views on each other.  We're not trying to tell you that
you have to do the same thing but we don't want you to tell them that they
can't do it, either.  You don't have to look at them if it bothers you but
you don't have to hide in your room, either.  The human body has always
been viewed as a work of art and there are many fine paintings and
sculptures to verify that fact.  People spend a great deal of money to
purchase these masterpieces and here we have equally attractive works of
art parading around in front of us for free.  I don't think there's
anything wrong with that.  Do you?"

"I don't know but it just doesn't seem right."

"Okay, I can accept that but I don't think you need to call the boys names
or raise such a fuss about it.  We are still in the dying throes of summer
and it is still quite warm at times.
  The boys feel cooler and more comfortable without their clothes.  The
house is very isolated and they have time to go and dress should we get
company.  We keep the blinds and shades drawn on the windows that might
expose them to view from the outside world and they don't parade outdoors
that way unless it is in secluded areas, such as the swimming pool.  That
area is fenced in and the boys wear towels to and from it."

"You mean we can go skinny dipping here?" Pat interrupted me.

"Yes.  Here that is the norm not the exception."

"I used to do that with some of my friends when I was little and it was a
lot of fun."

I looked at Pat and tried to unravel this apparent contradiction in
attitude.  This time he was looking at me with a smile on his face.  "I'm
sorry Pat but I don't understand.  One minute you are complaining that the
boys are running around the house naked and now you're excited about going
skinny dipping with them.  I'm not sure that I understand."

Pat suddenly became morose again and he dropped his head toward the carpet.
"I don't really mind the boys being naked, I was just worried that it might
mean other things would happen."

"Like what?"

Patrick turned his head away from me and I began to hear him sob.  I put my
arm on his shoulder to comfort him and he pulled away from me.  "Why the
matter, Pat.  I just want to help."

"I'm sorry.  It's not you.  It's just."  His words died off and he looked
toward the window as his body shuddered from the crying.

"Whatever it is, you don't have to worry about that here.  I'm willing to
listen if you need to get it off of your chest.  Sometimes it helps to just
tell someone else what's wrong."

He turned and he looked at me, trying to size me up and determine if he
thought that he could share this secret with me.  After several minutes he
gave in and told me the basis for his problem.

"It happened when I was living with my mom.  She had a boyfriend who lived
with her and he would make me run around naked when she was gone or when
she was passed out.  Then he would do things to me and he would make me do
some of these things to him.  The worse part about it was that I enjoyed
some of the things but I couldn't stand the others.  Some of the things he
did to me hurt me a lot but he wouldn't stop doing them.  I was afraid that
was going to happen here."

"That certainly won't happen here.  How old were you when this happened?"

"I think I was twelve."

"Did you ever tell anyone else?"

"No.  I was afraid that my mom wouldn't let me live with her if I did."

"So this guy was never arrested for what he did to you?"

"No.  Nobody else knew what was happening."

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that," I told him with all of the
heartfelt emotion I could manage.  "That will never happen to you here.  We
may touch each other to show affection and to let each other know how much
we care but we would never make you participate in unwanted sexual
activities."

"Thanks, I'm glad to hear that.  The one thing that I can't figure out is
why did I enjoy some of the things he did to me?"

"It was because he was sexually stimulating your body at a time when your
body was maturing and just becoming aware that such feelings could be
pleasurable.  Under those circumstances, your body would enjoy some of what
he did to you whether you agreed to do them or not.  I must tell you that
some of the boys do experiment and do these things with each other but only
with those who want to do them.  If there were things that you enjoyed and
wanted to do again, I'm sure that you could find a partner here to help you
but you will never have to do anything that you do not wish to do, at least
not of a sexual nature.  You may be asked to do chores or help out when you
don't wish to but nothing will ever happen sexually without your consent.
If it does, you just have to tell me and it will end immediately."

"Thank you and I'm sorry that I was such a jerk earlier.  It's just."

"There no need to explain and I'm sure that they others won't hold your
outburst against you.  Would you mind if a gave you a hug to make you feel
better?"

He looked at me and a slow grin began to spread across his face.  "No.  I
think that I'd like that.  I haven't had anybody hug me just because they
like me or they want to make me feel better for a long time.  After that
guy did those things to me, I wouldn't let anyone else touch me for any
reason.  I think it will be nice to get a hug without having to worry that
you want me to do something for you."

I walked over and squeezed his body against my chest.  I felt his arms move
up until they were wrapped around my waist and he squeezed me back.  I let
him decide when he wanted to break this embrace.  Eventually, he let his
arms fall and he began to step back.

"You know, I don't even know what I should call you.  I know that they
other boys call you dad but I also know that you've adopted them.  What do
you want me to call you?"

"That's up to you.  My name is Josh and you can call me that if you wish.
Many of the boys called me dad long before I adopted them and you could
also do that if you wished.  I also told them they could have selected
Uncle Josh to use or you can do like some of their friends do and call me
pop.  It depends on what you're comfortable with.  I'll let you decide that
for yourself."

"Do you mind if I think about that for awhile?"

"No, take your time.  I'm going to go back down with the other boys and you
can go with me now or join us when you're ready."

"I'll be down in a minute.  There's something that I need to do first."

I went back to the family room and joined the other boys.  They immediately
began to fire questions at me upon my return and I only told them that Pat
had some problems to work out on his own but that I thought that there
wouldn't be any further problems.  No sooner had the words spilled from
between my lips than a bare-assed Patrick entered the room and paraded over
to the sofa to sit down.

"I'm sorry for earlier guys and I thought that you might accept my apology
easier if I joined in the fun.  I'm sorry if I insulted anyone or hurt your
feelings."

The boys all told him that everything was fine and the room filled with
laughter as the boys began to frolic and enjoy each other's company.
Patrick was soon accepted as part of the group and his 5" circumcised pole
became a welcomed addition to the parade of dicks that waved back in forth
as they moved about the house, like elephant trunks swaying in front of
each member of the herd as they grazed upon the African plains.

When the shows were over and they boys headed to bed, I pulled him aside
and told him that I was proud that he was able to work out his feelings and
even prouder that he had decided to let down his guard and join in with the
others.  He apologized, again, for his earlier outburst but I told him not
to worry about it.  I did tell him that I was available if there was more
about this or other things that he wanted to talk about, however.  He
informed me that he might just do that but he wasn't ready quite yet.

Everyone slept well that evening and the house was very quite.  I had just
opened my eyes and noticed that the lighted display on my clock read a few
minutes before six when I heard screams in the next room.  I jumped out of
bed and race to the room where Pat had slept, figuring that he had a
nightmare or that he had awakened and not realized where he was, when I
observed the actual cause for the disturbance.  The three monsters were on
the bed with Pat, tickling him and smacking him with pillows.  By this time
the rest of the boys came down to investigate the noise, the first four
were all laughing and having a good time frolicking on the bed.

"I can't say you guys didn't try to warn me," Pat said grinning.  "They
nearly scared me to death when they all pounced on me at the same time and
interrupted a great dream I was having.  You're right, they are all evil."
As he said that, Cole was the first to respond by hitting Pat in the head
with a pillow and then the other two joined in the assault.  Before I knew
what was happening, the other three ran into my room and grabbed pillows
off of my bed and went in to help Pat battle my three little devils."

"Hey that's no fair," Graham chirped up.  "There's four of you and only
three of us and you're bigger."

"But you guys started it," Dustin added just before I knocked him over the
others and onto the bed from the forceful blast of the pillow that I belted
him with.  I had slipped into the jungle room to get a pillow for my own
use and I came back to even out the teams, not that I was trying to
encourage the incorrigible.

"All right, dads on our side," Ricky shouted with an ear-to-ear grin.

"Only to even out the numbers," I shot back with just a bit of sarcasm
dripping from my voice. "It's not because I think that you three don't
deserve exactly what you're getting.  You three antagonists deserve every
bit of grief they can give you to make up for all the wicked things you've
done to us."

"Aw dad," Ricky countered.  "We only do it to show you that we love you."

"Then we'd rather you didn't love us at all," Danny shot back with a wicked
smile on his face, a smile that was soon replaced by a pillow that Graham
swung there.

"You little devil," Danny scolded him as he attack and tickled his lithe
frame.  "Now we'll see how you like the way that I show my love for you."

"No, no," Graham screamed as he wiggled beneath Danny's dexterous fingers.
"No, stop or I'm going to pee on Pat's bed."

"Make him," Pat shouted.  "It's really Ricky's bed, not mine and I'd like
to see you make his little thing squirt all over."

Everyone was laughing hysterically as I heard my alarm go off in my room.
I went over to shut it off and then I came back to halt the activity.

"Okay, it's time to stop and start getting ready for school.  Pat, you can
use the bathroom in the master bedroom with Danny.  Kevin and Dustin use
the one down the hall and the three brats here use the one downstairs."

"We're not brats," Cole pouted.

"Maybe not but you're not angels either," I countered.

The boys went about getting ready for school as I went down to the kitchen
and started to whip up a large pan of oatmeal and a large quantity of
toast.  The ones who wanted dry cereal could get it out of the cupboard for
themselves but the hot food would be ready for them when they got down
here.  I had a small bowl of oatmeal, a couple of slices of toast and my
two cups of coffee.  I was nearly finished with my meal before the last of
the pack began to chow down.  While they were eating, I went up to my room
to take my shower and dress for work.  We were all loaded into the van and
heading to the various schools to drop everyone off by a little after
seven.  I dropped the high school crowd off first.

"Pat, you'll need to inform the guidance office about your change of
residence and you can tell them that they may phone me if the need any
additional information."

"Thanks, I will.  Bye guys.  I still owe you for this morning so don't
think that we're even yet."  I think he just threw that in to keep the
terrible trio on edge and make them wonder what he was going to do to get
back at them.  It worked because they spent the rest of the trip discussing
what they thought he might try to do to repay them for this morning's wake
up call.

The school day went smoothly and I went around to collect all the boys
after the day's class schedule had been completed.  When I arrived at the
high school, Pat was sitting on the ground watching the other three older
boys going through their soccer drills.

"Do you play any sports," I asked Patrick.

"No, I've never been in one place long enough to play on any teams and I
think I'm too old to start now."

"Maybe and maybe not," I told him.  "What sports do you like or want to
play."

"Actually I like to watch almost all of them and I don't know which ones
I'd like to play because I've never had the chance to try."

"Well, why don't you explain that later to the three that are out on the
practice field?  They might be able to start working with you in the
evening and on weekends and you could see if you might be interested in
trying out for one of the teams next season.  Those guys aren't bad
athletes themselves and they're very patient teachers.  I've seen them work
with the younger ones.  Actually, Danny helped Ricky become quite good at
soccer but Ricky gave it up because he wanted the extra time to help Cole
and Graham with their studies.  They were having a little trouble with
their work at the time."

"They really do a lot to help each other, don't they?" Pat commented.  "I
don't think that I've ever seen a group of guys who were willing to help
each other out like they do.  They really do seem to love each other."

"Yes, you're right.  They do love each other and they are very supportive
of one another.  They might also be willing to help you if you let them
know what you need."

"Yeah, that might be a good idea.  I think I'll do that.  Thanks."  He
started to turn back to watch the practice when he changed his mind and
turned back toward me.  "You know, I think that I'm going to like it here
with you guys if you don't mind me staying."

"Mind?  Heck, we're counting on it."

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