Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 18:28:23 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-Book 3  chapter 14

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 3-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 14 - A trip to Brighton.                   December 2000

We arrived at Brighton Friday morning, the boys and I having slept on the
bus as we made our way to the resort city on England's southern shore.  The
driver let us sleep in the parking lot a while longer, before he dropped us
off at a restaurant.  We had a decent breakfast, all the boys eating quite
heartily, and then we made our way to the hotel to check in.  Fortunately
two of our four rooms were available even at this early hour, so we made
our way up to the rooms, split into two groups and then used the rooms to
clean up and change into some beachwear.  From there, we made our way down
to the ocean, where we could relax and play in the surf and the sand.

At first, everyone made their way into the water and they splashed one
another, dunked each other (except for our non-swimmers), or swam in the
gentle surf.  After 30 or 40 minutes of that type of exercise, I saw Sammy,
Andrew, and Graham make their way back to the beach and they began
constructing sand sculptures.  Soon they were joined by Cole, Dion, and
Carlos, and the boys soon joined forces and began working on a huge castle.
This structure soon began to resemble Windsor Castle and the boys were
intent on including all of the details.  They were really doing quite a
nice job on it, working very slowly and being very precise with every facet
of their work.  Their castle was now beginning to draw the attention of
others on the beach, eliciting some very favorable comments about their
efforts.  The boys were somewhat embarrassed by the attention, but I could
see them glowing from the praise.  The more they were complimented, the
harder they worked, and their castle began to grow and develop.  Andrew
crawled inside the walls and began to build a simple cathedral, while Dion
leaned in and worked on the main building, which would contain the
apartments and the Great Hall.  They continued to work on it all afternoon
and it was really quite an impressive sight by the time we made our way
back to the hotel to prepare for dinner.

While those boys had been busy with their architectural endeavors, the
other boys had been having a grand time in the water.  They even involved
other teens, both boys and girls, in their play and they seemed to have
made several new friends in the process.  I really hated to pull them away
from all of this, but they hadn't eaten since our late breakfast and I knew
that they must be starving by now.  I told them to tell the others that
they'd be back tomorrow and they could join them again at that time, if
they all wished to do so.  They passed the message along and we soon were
heading for the hotel.

When we arrived back at the hotel, we got the keys for our other two rooms,
let the boys select their roommates, and then we went in to shower and
change before we ate.  I had told them that the only restrictions during
this part of the trip would be that there was to be no sex in the room if
Sammy or Andrew were with them, but that was to be their only limitation.
They all agreed, so nothing more was said about their other pursuits.  It
took nearly an hour and a half before everyone was ready, but we made our
way to the restaurant that had been suggested to us and we enjoyed a fine
meal.  When we returned to the hotel, the boys went to their rooms, Sammy
and Andrew being in with me, and I told everyone to settle in for the night
and we'd go back to the beach tomorrow.  The boys and I surfed the
television and found little of interest on, so Sammy, Andrew, and I talked
for a while.  I asked them how they were enjoying themselves, the things
they liked the best and the least, and I tried to find out from Andrew how
he was doing and if there were any lingering effects from his incident at
the Space Center.  This was important, because the next part of my plan
might involve a nude beach and I wanted to make sure that he would be fine
with this.  If not, I would change plans and we would stay here and
frequent the beach we were on this morning.  He seemed to be barely fazed
by that occurrence and I was almost finished questioning him when there was
a knock on our door.  I got up to open it and Kevin was standing there,
with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What's up, Kev?" I asked him.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?  I don't want to be in with Dusty."

"Sure."  I paused for a few seconds.  "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Kevin hesitated a little before he spoke.  "Yeah, I guess so.  Dusty met
this girl today and all he's been doing is talking to Ricky and Jay about
her, telling them that he hopes she's there again tomorrow.  I tried to
ignore him, but he just kept talking about her and I can't listen to that
any more.  It was as if I wasn't even there and he didn't even care if I
was."

"Don't you think you might be making too much of this of his little
infatuation?" I asked him.  "Dustin told you before that he likes both boys
and girls and we both knew that he might just want to see if the grass is
greener on the other side of the fence."

"Well, he can fill up on the old hay bag then, but I don't have to stay
there and listen and watch him do it.  It hurts to know that he doesn't
care about me as much as I care about him."

"It doesn't mean that he doesn't have the same feelings for you or that
he'll forget about you and not want to be with you any more."

"But it's hard to watch him flirt with someone else and then hear him talk
about her all night long.  I really love Dustin and I have for a long
time."

"I understand.  You can sleep in here with me and maybe things will look
less bleak in the morning.  I think you might be overreacting just a little
about this, though."

"Maybe, but I don't think so.  Thanks, Dad.  I knew I could count on you."

Sammy and Andrew came over to cheer Kevin up and soon they had the
hand-held game bag open, selected various games to challenge each other on,
and were holding their own competitions.  They kept Kevin occupied for the
rest of the evening, until they went to sleep and he jumped into bed and
snuggled up against me.  He put his head on my chest, his arm across my
stomach, and he inched as close to me as he could possibly get without
crawling into my shorts.  I didn't mind, because I knew he needed some
reassurance at this point, and he stayed like that virtually the entire
evening.  Even when I woke up to use the toilet, he woke up and waited for
me to return.  When I got back into bed, he moved back into position and
then drifted back to sleep.  When I awoke the next morning, Kevin was still
clinging to me, like a lamprey to its host.  I slid out of bed, trying not
to wake him, but he awoke shortly and he came to join me on the sofa, while
the other two slept on.

"Aren't you coming back to bed?" he wanted to know.

"No, I've slept enough, but you should slide back in for another hour or
so."

"I don't want to be alone.  I'll just sit here with you."

"What if I just lie in bed for a while, until you wake up for good.  Would
that make you feel better?"

"Yeah, or I could just sleep in your lap."

"No, you might as well be comfortable, so I'll go back to bed with you."

We got back into the bed, he cuddled up against me again, and he was asleep
within a couple of minutes.  While he slept, I thought about what I might
do to help him get through this situation.  I concluded long ago that
Kevin's feelings for Dustin went deeper than Dustin's feeling for him, and
I knew Dustin really wanted to explore the opposite sex, as he had plenty
of experience with his brothers.  Now I had to help Kevin deal with this
until Dustin made up his mind what he really wanted.  I knew it wasn't
going to be easy, but I knew the next week or so would be difficult unless
Dustin forgot about the girls and made up with Kevin.  I didn't think that
was going to happen, though, so I tried to think of things to do or say to
Kevin.  He slept for about another hour, only waking after he heard Sammy
and Andrew moving around the room.  He looked at me, kissed me on the
cheek, and he thanked me for staying with him all that time.  The boys were
getting dressed for breakfast as I called the other rooms, making sure
everyone else was up and getting ready too.

At breakfast that morning, things were a bit strained, as word had gotten
around about Kevin's reaction to Dustin's interest in this particular girl.
Kevin stayed close to me and tried to ignore Dustin.  Dustin came over to
speak to him, but Kevin wouldn't respond to him, so Dustin slunk back to
the opposite end of the table and sat down again.  I knew they were both
feeling bad, but for different reasons.  Kevin was upset with Dustin's
infatuation and Dustin was upset that Kevin was taking this so badly.  He
tried to explain the situation to him and tell him that he still felt a lot
for him, but Kevin had tuned him out completely and he didn't want to
listen to any more words.  We pretty much ate in silence this morning, as
no one knew safe topics to talk about and they didn't want to get drawn
into the middle of this feud.

After breakfast, we made our way back to our rooms, changed into our
swimwear, and we made our way back to the beach.  When we got there, I was
surprised to see that the sandcastle was pretty much the same way as we had
left it.  Surprisingly, no one had destroyed it overnight.  The boys who
had been working on it went back to continue their efforts, while the
others headed for the water.  I watched Dustin and Kevin to see what was
going on between them.  They basically stayed away from each other, or
should I say that Kevin avoided Dustin, because I don't think Dustin was
doing that consciously himself.  It was like that for a couple of hours
before our little temptress showed up and headed straight toward Dustin.
As soon as Kevin saw her, he headed out of the water and started toward the
hotel.  I caught up with him and stopped him from going farther.

"Running away isn't going to solve anything for you and it's not going to
make you feel any better," I told him.

"But what am I going to do?" he asked, looking up at me with a
tear-streaked face.  "I can't stand to see him around her.  I love Dustin
so much that it hurts to see how nice he is to her."

"I know and I understand.  Just hang in there and wait it out.  He may or
may not want to get involved with girls but you do have an advantage."
Kevin looked up at me with a puzzled expression on his face.  "We're only
going to be here for a week and she's not going to be going home with us."
Kevin now looked up at me as if a light had just gone on in his head.
"Just hang in there and be there for him after she's gone.  It will take a
big man to do that, but you are in the better position here.  I don't know
where that girl is from, but I don't think it's anywhere near our home in
Pennsylvania."  Kevin smiled, gave me a hug, and we headed back toward the
beach.  He looked up at me as we walked along.

"Thanks, Dad," he told me sincerely.  "You are really pretty smart."

"Thanks, Kev," I said while placing my arm around his shoulders.  "That
means a lot to me, especially coming from you."  Kevin went back to join
the others, trying not to watch what Dustin and this new girl were up to.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.  The two boys didn't hang around
each other, but they weren't really avoiding each other either.  That night
Dustin was careful not to talk about his new friend and Kevin managed to
control his emotions.  They even slept in the same bed, but I don't think
they cuddled.  It was a small accomplishment, but it was a major victory in
the war of growing up.

Sunday was pretty much a replay of Saturday, with the girls showing up
again, but I soon learned that she told Dustin that this would be her last
day at the beach.  She was leaving with her parents that evening, as her
dad's holiday (vacation for the Americans) was over and he would have to
return to work on Monday.  This news perked Kevin up even more and the day
passed quickly.  That evening, after dinner, I called all the boys into my
room to discuss the rest of the week.

"Boys, I need your input on what we will do next.  We have two choices.  We
can spend the week here, on this beach, or we can try a different beach."

"Why, what's the difference?" Trey wanted to know.

"Well, there is actually quite a big difference.  I know many of you boys
had expressed an interest before in going to a nude beach and there are two
not very far from here.  The first is at the far end of this beach, but
it's not all that private.  It's located in such a way that the people on
this beach can observe those on the other beach without having to join in
and get naked themselves.  The other beach is farther down the coast and
more secluded from the public.  I need to know what you think about this.
Do you want to try a nude beach or stay here?"

"Who will be there?" Jay asked.  "Will there be girls there too?"

"Both naturist beaches are family beaches, so I suspect there will be men,
women, boys, and girls at both, though we can't be certain of that until we
actually get there.  But I need everyone to be honest with me.  If there is
anyone here who doesn't want to go to a nude beach, they'll have to let me
know now.  I don't want anyone to go unless they really want to."

"Dad," Ricky began, "we run around without clothes on all of the time.  Why
should this be any different from what we normally do?"

"Because they'll be strangers there, and females as well as males."

"But we'll seeing everybody else's weenies too, when they see ours, right?"
Sammy asked.

"And nobody is going to have any clothes on, will they?" Graham added.

"Of course, everyone will only be dressed in their birthday suits," I told
them.  "Everyone will be naked and everyone will see everyone else and
everything they have.  Does anyone have a problem with that?"

There was some murmuring first, as the boys talked this over with each
other, then they all began to state their opinions, each saying something
like it wouldn't bother them and that they'd like to try it.  "What about
you, Andrew?" I asked the youngest directly.

"It's all right with me.  I don't care if everyone else wants to do it too.
I don't mind if people see my wiener and I think I'll like looking at
theirs."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah, it's okay.  I think it will be fun."

After some more discussion, it was agreed that we'd try a nude beach, but
the boys opted for the more secluded one further down the coast.  I decided
that I'd have the bus drop us off each morning and pick us back up in late
afternoon, leaving the driver to do what he wanted in between.  We'd dress
in our swimwear until we arrived and then we'd go from there.  I would
watch Andrew closely, to make sure he was really okay with it, though, and
we'd leave if I saw that he, or any of the others, really had any problems
with being naked in a crowd of strangers.

The next morning we ate a large breakfast, boarded the bus, and rode the
few miles to the new beach.  After the bus dropped us off, we crossed the
road and walked down a rough lane, which was surrounded by trees on both
sides.  We followed the lane downhill, past a few houses to a woody area by
a stream.  We went through a gate, shutting it behind us, and we followed
the signs that said 'to the beach'.  We walked quite a ways farther, until
we encountered a sign saying 'warning, naturists', and I knew we were
almost there.  After navigating a few rough steps, we arrived on the beach.

"How the heck did you find this place?" Danny wanted to know.

"I found it on the Internet and, thankfully, they had very detailed
directions about how to get here.  I was beginning to think we were lost."

"You sure were right when you said it was secluded," Pat added.  "I'm not
sure how anybody could find this place."  We all chuckled a little and then
I told the boys to remove their trunks and we would head down to the ocean.
As we moved more into view, I was surprised by how many people were there
already and, as I suspected, there was a wide variety of ages amongst both
sexes present.  To my surprise, the boys did not seem shy about joining the
others, though I thought they might be, once they saw everyone else there,
but it didn't happen.  They were all busy looking around when I heard a
little voice speak up.

"Daddy, look.  The men and boys are all like me and Sammy," Andrew squealed
out.

"Yes, Andrew.  Very few of the males are circumcised in Europe, so most
will be uncut like you.  Do you like that idea?"  He merely nodded,
flashing me a big grin, and then we continued on.  Soon the boys were in
the water or playing on the beach, showing not a care in the world that all
their glory was exposed for everyone else to see.  It didn't take long
before I noticed some of my boys talking with other boys and girls who were
hanging out on the beach too.  That's when our first incident happened.
Ricky and Jay were talking to two boys and two girls when Ricky's
observations of the female anatomy got the best of him and his little
soldier snapped to attention.  Ricky turned beet red and tried to cover
this obvious fact, but the other kids merely smiled and told him not to
worry about that.  They explained to him that it happened all of the time
and that he shouldn't be embarrassed because of it.  I'm not sure if this
was true or not, or if they were just trying to make him feel better, but
Ricky relaxed a little, made his way into the ocean.  As soon as he hit the
cool water, his little soldier went to 'at ease' again, letting him
interact normally with the others.  I think that his playmates figured out
quickly that this was his first time at a naturist beach and tried to help
him ease into the experience from then on.

Eventually the same sort of thing happened to some of the other boys and
that's when they began to tease each other about it and make a few
off-color remarks.  I knew they were a horny lot, but this was somewhat
comical at times.  I soon discouraged their rude comments and behavior, but
I let them continue to joke around and make less offensive comments, which
they seemed to do with relish.  It was a short while later that I spotted
Dustin and Pat talking to a group of girls and Kevin noticed this happening
at about the same time.  He didn't react as violently as I expected and
soon he made his way over to me.  I could see the disappointed look on his
face.

"Are you all right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I don't think they live near us either," he answered, with a slight
grin, "but it still isn't easy to watch."  I was proud of how he was
handling it this time, seeing more maturity than I had previously.  We
spent the rest of the day frolicking in the sunshine and the waves, at
least until it was time to make our way back to the bus.  We slipped our
swimwear back on, made the return trip back up that long path, boarded the
bus, and I took another quick survey to see if the boys wanted to come back
again tomorrow.  They all said they enjoyed the day and that they wanted to
return there again.  I told them that we could spend the remainder of the
week there, if they wished to, and that's exactly what they elected to do.
I then informed the driver that this would be our schedule for the
remainder of the week.

After dinner we returned to our rooms, as everyone was fairly exhausted
from another day in the sun and fresh air.  Dustin went up to Kevin in
their room and thanked him for not getting mad again.  He gave Kevin a big
hug and a kiss, before the two of them got into bed.  They snuggled and
kissed until Cole and Graham fell asleep and then they had a little fun.
Dustin had just given Kevin a really special blow-job when he slid up
beside him and began to talk to him.  "You know, this doesn't mean that I'm
not interested in girls, but it also doesn't mean that I've stopped caring
for you.  I really need to find out who I'm attracted to more."

"I know and I'll try to be understanding about it, but I really do love
you, Dusty, and I want you to love me the same way."

"I do love you, Kev, it's just that I'm not sure if I love girls more.
Don't get mad at me, just give me some time to figure this out for myself.
If I find out that I'm not that interested in them, then it will be just
you and me.  Okay?"

"Yeah, but first show me how much you still love me."  With that, Kevin
pulled back his legs, exposing his rosebud, signaling Dustin what he wanted
him to do.  That night Dustin made slow, passionate love to Kevin, letting
him know that he still cared for him, but still letting him know that he
still had to give the other a try.  Reluctantly, Kevin conceded this point
and let himself enjoy another night in Dustin's arms.  After their
love-making session, Kevin slept wrapped in Dustin's embrace, secure with
the situation for the moment.

Tuesday started out like a repeat of Monday, until Brandon came running up
to me, dragging another boy with him.  "Pop, I want you to meet Joseph.  I
met him earlier today and we got talking.  I told him about our family and
how you took all of us boys in and how you adopted most of us, and Joseph
says that he's part of a family just like ours."

As I was listening to Brandon, I was checking Joseph out.  He was about
fifteen, 5' 7" tall, brown hair (slightly bleached by the sun), brown eyes,
and he was circumcised, which did surprise me - at least until I found out
more about him.  It was later that I discovered Joseph was Jewish,
explaining the obvious incongruity, and that he had been adopted by a man
from the United Kingdom.  He was part of a mixed family, like ours, but
their family had a far more interesting story behind it.  Joseph invited me
to meet his father, so he could tell me the story of how their family came
together.

Nigel Barstow, the father of this other brood, was a small man, maybe 5'
6", bald, but really friendly and likeable.  After the introductions were
finished, he began to tell me how his family came about.  His first sons
were from Northern Ireland and he found them through an article in the
newspaper.  The boys' parents had been killed when the pub they were in had
been bombed and they had no other relatives.  After reading this article,
Nigel went to visit the orphanage where they were now living and he started
spending time with them.  After a couple of months of these types of
visits, Nigel got the orphanage to allow him to have the boys visit his
home in Reading, which is located west of London.  Even though the boys
were Catholic and he was Anglican, they soon hit it off and they started to
bond.  After several such visits, Nigel petitioned to adopt the boys, which
was frowned upon at first.  After some lengthy delays and some bigoted
questions about a Protestant adopting two Catholic youth and his not being
married, he was only approved after the boys testified that they were happy
with him and that they felt safer in England than they did in their
homeland.  They had been together ever since.

His next boy was from Croatia, an orphan from the war there.  The boy's
only relatives were an aunt, uncle, and a cousin, but they were too poor to
take him in and they were fearful for his safety.  Nigel found out about
the boy through a friend, who had been keeping his eyes open for such a
situation, and Nigel soon flew to meet the boy.  After spending time with
the boy, many lengthy chats, and getting to know each other better, he had
adopted him too.  A few months later, the boy's aunt and uncle were killed
by a group of Serbian soldiers and his cousin was wounded and left for
dead.  The cousin managed to survive and was soon asking if he could go
live with his other cousin's new family.  Nigel was contacted, he agreed,
and he now had his fourth son.

Joseph was the next to be adopted.  His family was Russian Jews and they
had planned on leaving Russia, now that the Soviet Union had collapsed.
Even though religious practices had been frowned upon in the past, his
parents had had Joseph circumcised in secret, practiced their faith as best
they could, and they did everything possible to hide both facts from their
friends and neighbors.  His family honored the Orthodox Jewish beliefs and
they sought to move to Israel.  Finally were granted visas to relocate, but
that's when Joseph's problems began.  Just before they were to leave,
Joseph's father discovered that his son was bisexual and that he had been
having sexual relations with other boys, as well as girls.  Seeing their
faith forbid such things, the father forbade Joseph from continuing such
relationships.  The arguments they had were long and bitter, with the
father finally announcing that no compromise would be acceptable to him on
this issue.  Joseph made a decision and ran away.  He found his way to an
international group's operation and told them he was an orphan, as he now
considered himself to be.  After dealing with a lot of red tapes and
investigations, they got him a visa and took him to England, where an
acquaintance of Nigel's heard about him.  The friend told Nigel about the
boy, the two met and spent time together, and eventually bonded.  A short
while later, Nigel began adoption proceedings and Joseph became another
part of this new family.

The next boy was a Norwegian lad whose parents had moved to London and had
been living there since before he was born.  The boy's name was Kjetil
(pronounced Schet Til) and he too had become an orphan.  His parents had
contracted a meat-borne illness, possibly related to mad-cow disease, while
eating out one evening while Kjetil was with a school group.  They and
three others had become seriously ill from the meal and four of the five
died, including Kjetil's parents.  He knew of no other family members and
they could find nothing in their flat indicating there were any others, so
he was taken to an orphanage.  A short time later he met Nigel and the rest
of the story was apparent.

The next boy was a Palestinian.  His story was that he and his parents had
been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  They were driving in a
Palestinian area when a riot broke out.  Soon gunfire erupted from both
sides and the parents were killed in the process.  The only thing that
saved the boy was that he was in the rear seat, lying on the floor.  The
bullets were either stopped by his parents' bodies or whistled harmlessly
above him.  Luckily he made it through the ordeal unharmed but shaken.  He
was discovered and rescued by an Israeli soldier and he was taken to an
army location shortly thereafter.  It was unilaterally decided that the boy
would be sent out of the country, as they were sure that he would grow up
to hate and fight against the Israelis, blaming them for his parents'
deaths.  He was sent off with a Red-Cross-affiliated group and soon he
arrived to begin a new life in England.  Nigel somehow heard about the boy,
went to visit him, spent time with him, and then he introduced him to his
family.  The boys all seemed to hit it off and they began to grow close.
Soon after that, Nigel managed to adopt him too, and he became the newest
member of this hodge-podge of a family.  The biggest irony in all of this
was that he and Joseph had become really close, best friends in fact, a Jew
and a Palestinian living in perfect harmony.

Nigel's final son was the son of a distant cousin from Leeds.  His cousin
had been an only parent and, when she died from a fast spreading viral
infection, Nigel offered to take the boy in.  Seeing no other relatives
made a similar offer, Nigel took him home and the adoption was soon
finalized.  Now he had eight adopted sons, quite similar to my own brood,
and we decided that it would be good for the boys to get together, both at
this beach and then later in the evening.  We started making plans for the
boys to get to know each other, agreeing on things that both groups might
enjoy.  Brandon, Joseph, and my Danny (seeing he came looking for Brandon)
became part of the planning committee and we were soon lining up things we
could do together.  Before we left the beach that evening, we got both
groups of boys together, made introductions, and allowed them time to get
to know each other.  Nigel and I then made plans to meet back there the
next morning, agreeing to spend the entire day as one large group.

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