Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 23:00:57 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-Book 3   chapter 15

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 3-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 15 - Two worlds, but a single philosophy.     December 2000

The next day was quite an exciting time.  I got to meet Nigel's boys, he
got to meet mine, and the boys got to know each other.  The boys got along
remarkably well and they had a great deal of fun together, in and out of
the water.  While the boys frolicked and got to know each other better,
Nigel and I had a chance to talk alone and we got to know each other better
too.  I guess that I was the first to ask one of the tough questions.

"Nigel, how do you manage it with the boys being from so many different
faiths?"

"At first, I did think that might be a problem for us," he answered, "but
after a few weeks Padraic and Sean, my Irish sons, agreed to attend church
with me.  After the first service, they commented that they couldn't see
that much difference between our two churches and they wondered why people
would kill others because of their religion.  We do allow Joseph to go to
Synagogue when he wants, but he too seems to prefer attending services with
the rest of us.  It just ended up that the boys all feel more comfortable
staying together and attending services together.  I did suggest we could
attend the other churches on a rotating schedule, but the boys didn't think
that was necessary.  How do you and your family deal with this?"

"We made similar arrangements, allowing them to go to whichever church they
wished but, when we do attend, we usually go as a family to a single
church."

"Have you had any problems with their sexuality?" Nigel inquired.  "My boys
are not all of the normal persuasion."

I was somewhat surprised by his bluntness, but I was glad that he opened
the door to this topic.  "Mine either," I told him.  "Some of the boys are
definitely gay, others are bisexual, and some might even be straight.  No
matter what their orientation, they don't seem to mind helping each other
out with their sexual frustrations and they do have a good time with each
other."

"I'm glad to hear that.  I thought possibly that I was doing something
wrong and that's why my boys were like that.  Do you ever have any problems
over this?"

"We've had some problems and misunderstandings over this, and we even had
one boy who tried to force himself on one of the others but, for the most
part, the boys understand their limitations and restrictions.  It is a
standing rule that nothing happens unless both parties are willing and
there are restrictions on what can happen where and when.  We have also had
some problems with jealousy lately, especially where the bi and straight
boys are concerned.  One of my gay sons is not happy that his boyfriend has
been gawking and paying attention to girls.  We'll work our way through
that though, as we have everything else."

"Brilliant.  I'm not sure about all of my boys, but I do know about a few
of them.  Joseph told me right from the start about why he ran away and
that he liked both sexes.  I believe my Croatian cousins have been fooling
around with each other, but I don't know whether to chalk that up to
youthful experimentation or something more.  I'm beginning to think that
Kjetil might be queer as well, but I haven't made any judgments about the
others."

"How did you happen to end up on a naturist beach with them, then?"

"My parents were naturists and I was raised this way.  I hid the fact for a
long time, especially after I started adopting the boys, and it remained a
secret until one of them discovered some of my magazines that I had kept
hidden.  The boys all questioned me about them when they discovered them,
asking what it was like being naked around other people and they also
wanted to know what types of things happened there.  After several such
discussions, the boys decided that they might like to try this too.  First
I had them try it out at home, just with our family present, and they
discovered they liked it.  We did have to answer some questions on anatomy,
sexuality, and circumcision, but they finally decided to try it in public.
I agreed to do it on my next holiday, and we arrived here this past Sunday
for our first outing.  They all seem to be having a good time.  How about
your family?"

"Basically the boys were curious about this, much the same as yours.
Although I wasn't a naturist, they've been running around our house naked
almost since the beginning and they had expressed a desire to try it in
mixed company.  We talked it over and decided to do it on this vacation."

"How long will you be here?"

"Friday will be our last day.  We are scheduled to fly out on Saturday."

"That will give us three full days together.  That should be long enough
for all of us to get to know each other better."

I agreed with him and we went to spend time with the boys.  There were
various groups already interacting with each other and some had also
included other children attending the beach, both male and female. Over the
course of the next few hours, we had a good time interacting with each
other's family and we got to know a little bit about each other. Ricky,
Jay, Pat, and Dustin went with some of Nigel's boys and they found a group
of girls to hang out with.  The boys were literally drooling over the soft
curvaceous forms of these teenage girls and I think the girls liked the
looks of the boys too.  Seeing that a circumcised penis was a rarity where
we were, I think that some of the girls were fascinated with the boys who
were cut.  Whatever the reason, this group spent the rest of the their day
together.

While Nigel and I were chatting, I invited him and his boys to ride back on
our bus with us, join us for dinner, and then stay with us at our hotel.  I
told him that they could return with us tomorrow to the beach, but it would
give our families time to bond and to get to know each other better.  After
we called all of the boys in for an impromptu meeting, we explained this
idea with them, asked them if they were interested in it, and, without
hesitation, everyone agreed that they were.  The boys immediately started
planning on who would stay with whom and in which rooms.  We knew that some
of the boys would be sleeping on the floor, as the bed space was limited,
but no one seemed to mind that idea and they were all quite excited by the
prospects.  We all donned our swimwear and made our way back to the bus,
taking the Barstows back to their lodgings first, so they could retrieve
clothing appropriate for our evening's plans and get anything else they
thought they might need.

While Nigel and his boys were retrieving their things, I had a meeting with
my boys at the back of the bus.  I explained to them that some of Nigel's
sons might be gay or bi, but there was to be no more than hand jobs or oral
sex tonight, and then only if everyone agreed.  They all said they
understood, but Ricky wanted to know if it was okay if they showered with
some of them.  I said that would be fine, but the same restrictions
applied.  Everyone was fine with this, so we left it at that.  Pretty soon
Nigel and his boys were getting back on the bus and we soon departed for
our hotel.

Once we were there, the boys went to the rooms with their chosen groups and
Nigel bunked in with Sammy, Andrew, and me.  We all showered and changed
for dinner, and I called ahead for reservations for this large group.  I
finally found a place that would accommodate us, saying they would close
off an entire small dining room for our sole use, but it would be over an
hour before they'd be ready for us.  While we were waiting, I checked on a
few other things, possibly to do after dinner.  The boys did a variety of
other things during that time, including competition on the hand-held games
and some long showers together.  I understand that more than a few of them
helped get their new friends off during that time and I noticed more than a
few grins as they came back to join us.  I think that this was quite an
education for both groups, as my boys learned about some other cultures in
the process, while Nigel's boys got some lessons in sexual activities.

At dinner, we didn't bother to push tables together and we let the boys sit
in small groups, so they could chat with some privacy.  It all worked out
quite well.  Nigel and I sat alone, so we could talk things over further
and still be able to watch what the boys were up to.  The boys spent a
considerable amount of time hopping from table to table, including ours,
until the meals were delivered.  It was good to see everyone getting to
know each other better.  After they finished eating, the table-hopping
began again and they were all beginning to look like long-lost friends.
The boys were making sure they took the time to meet everyone else and
learn a little about them.  After dinner, we gave the boys a couple of
choices of what we could do next, and the majority wanted to go to the
cinema, as the British would say.

It was a fast-paced action flick with little dialogue, so it was perfect
for this group.  The boys jumped a couple of times, when the action got
intense and when something surprising happened, but Nigel and I jumped as
well.  By the time the movie ended, some of the boys were getting tired, so
we went back to the hotel and divided up between the rooms.  The boys did
do a little fooling around with each other, but they were smart enough to
wait until the non-participants in their room fell asleep.  They did
nothing more than I told them would be allowed, but I think the part they
enjoyed most is how the other boys reacted to the various situations.
Nigel's boys kept saying that things were 'sexy', they enjoyed 'wanking',
and referring to my boys and each other as 'dirty sods', terms that my boys
were unfamiliar with.  Everything that took place was all mutually agreed
upon, but I understand that they enjoyed their time together and they found
each other fascinating.

Thursday morning was a blur of activity as we got everyone up and off to
breakfast.  The boys all ate well, and then we went back to the rooms to
get ready to go to the beach.  Nigel and I quickly talked about what we
should do that evening, with him telling me that their accommodations were
much more cramped and wouldn't comfortably house both groups.  Under those
circumstances, I offered to have everyone stay with us one more night.  He
graciously accepted and we told the boys to leave their things in the room
for tonight.  There was a cheer, as everyone seemed to like this idea, and
then we went down to the bus.  During the bus ride, my boys taught their
new friends some old camp songs they knew and, in return, the other boys
taught them a couple of new songs as well.  The boys were still whooping it
up when we arrived at the beach, almost oblivious to the fact that we had
reached our destination.  The bus driver stopped me as we were about to get
off, telling me how he had enjoyed his time with us and he got a kick out
of seeing the boys have such a good time.  He said he had seen a story
about the Barstow family and realized that ours was similar in its make-up,
and then he said he tipped his hat to the two of us for doing such a
wonderful thing for those boys.  Nigel and I thanked him and then explained
to him that we got nearly as much out of it as the boys did.  The boys were
getting impatient waiting for us, so we told the driver that we had to
leave, but that we'd be happy to chat with him again, later.

After we made our way down to the beach and shed what little clothes we had
on, the bevy of girls, that the boys had been hanging around with the
previous day, found them almost instantly and they went off ahead of the
rest of us.  I saw Kevin's look of disappointment as Dustin and the others
went off, but he had latched onto Kjetil and they soon took off with
another group.  The day was going quite peacefully and the boys were having
a great deal of fun until late in the afternoon when we heard one of the
boys scream out.  It was one of Nigel's Croatian boys and he was screaming
that his cousin had been sucked under the waves.  It was obvious that he
had been caught in an undertow and pulled under.  I resorted to my old
lifeguard days and raced to the scene, with Nigel right on my heels.  The
two of us swam out, did a couple of quick dives.  We didn't find him on
those first two tries and I started diving again.  I went under one more
time, moving a little further away from our first dive location, and I
finally located the boy.  I grabbed him, pulled him up and out of the
water, then lifted him into my arms and raced to the beach as fast as I
could.  I placed his limp body on the sand and immediately began doing CPR
on him.  Nigel informed me that he was also certified in CPR, so I let him
do the chest compressions as I tried to breathe0 life back into the boy's
body.

We worked frantically on the kid, while all the other boys and some other
naturists formed a ring around us.  I puffed and puffed into his mouth,
watching his chest rise and fall while listening for the air to escape
again.  While I was doing my job, Nigel had both of his arms held stiffly
in front of him, fingers laced together, and his heel pumping out a rhythm
for the heart muscle to imitate.  The longer we continued to work on the
boy, the more I doubted that we were going to save him.  I could hear his
cousin pleading for us to save him and crying at the same time, while
others tried to comfort him and reassure him that we were doing all that we
could.  As we kept working on the boy, I could hear some people praying,
others asking questions, and still others sobbing audibly.  I thought we
were just about out of time when the boy coughed, spit up some water, and
began to gasp for air.  Nigel collapsed back on his heels, exhausted from
his part of the rescue, while I rolled the boy on his side, allowing him to
vacate any remaining water from his lungs, and then I hugged him, telling
him he was all right.

A cheer went up from the crowd as the boy showed signs of life, and his
cousin bolted to his side and tried to hug him.  I had to stop him, telling
him the boy needed room to breathe and he didn't need someone restricting
his breathing like that.  He looked at me, nodded, and thanked me.  Nigel,
too, placed his hand on my shoulder and thanked me several times, telling
me constantly that he didn't know if he could have dealt with losing one of
his boys.  I told him that I understood and I had often wondered the same
thing, hoping that I never come even this close to finding out.  It was
nearly time to leave anyway, so we had the boys get their things, we
slipped the lad's trunks on him, and I carried him to the bus.  We had the
driver take us to the hospital, where we rushed him in to be checked out.
The driver stayed with the boys on the bus and they relayed the whole story
of what happened on the beach to him.  The doctors checked the boy out
thoroughly but they wanted to keep him overnight, just for observation.  I
knew what must be going through Nigel's mind, so I told him to stay with
the one that needed him now and I'd take care of the rest.  He thanked me
and I walked back to the bus alone.

As I boarded the bus, the driver gave me an "Magnificent, sir, you were
really brilliant back there", and then I had to answer all of the boys'
other questions.  By the time we reached the hotel, the boys were still
muddled balls of shock, grief, relief, and joy, unsure of how to separate
all of these different feelings.  I took time to talk to all of them in my
room, before letting them return to their own rooms to clean up, and I
reassured the other Croatian boy that his cousin would be just fine and
that this overnight stay was just precautionary.  After the boys got ready
for dinner, we headed back to the same restaurant, as I had the front desk
call and make reservations for us again tonight, requesting it before we
left that morning.  When we reached the establishment we were guided back
to the same room we dined in the previous night and we all sat down and had
a much more solemn meal this evening.  No one was overly talkative, as all
the boys dealt with another reminder of their mortality, but no one was
hysterical or over-reacting.  It had been extremely quiet until Joseph
broke the silence.

"You were ace today, sir," he said to me.  "Where did you learn all of
that?"

I gave him a quick rundown of the lifesaving course I took while I was in
high school and explained to him about my various jobs as a lifeguard, in
my senior year and then throughout college.  I told him that I also kept my
CPR certification up to date and that obviously his father had done the
same thing.  I told him that it was always important to know such things,
especially if it might save the life of a loved one.  The whole group
agreed with this comment and then we ate in silence once again.

After we got back to the hotel, Nigel's cousin's son came up to me.  "Sir,
would you ring up hospital and make sure that our brother is all right?"

I assured him that I would and I eventually spoke to Nigel.  He confirmed
that the boy was doing fine and that they would both rejoin us in the
morning.  I asked him if he wanted the boys to do something else on our
final day and he immediately responded with an emphatic 'NO'.  He told me
that he didn't want his son to become afraid of the water after that and
that we'd still go back to the beach.  He said he would go out with the
boy, anytime he wanted to go into the ocean, but he expected he would spend
most of his time on the beach.  He also didn't want the others to develop a
phobia to the water after that either, saying that it was important that we
all returned.  I agreed with him, told the boys that everything was fine,
and that we'd see them all again tomorrow, as we spent our final day at the
beach.  A couple of my boys looked at me and raised their eyebrows,
thinking I was daft for suggesting we go back there again so soon.  Later,
when I was alone with them, I explained our rationale to them.  After a few
minutes of discussing this further, they agreed with our reasoning.  I sent
the boys to their rooms, to get a good night's sleep, but I had the other
Croatian boy sleep with me, in case he had trouble sleeping or he suffered
from bad dreams.  Sammy and Andrew slept in the other bed, while I cuddled
with the poor kid who nearly lost his only other living relative.  His
sleep was not easy, but I think that it did help him feeling me hugging him
throughout the night, and I did hear him crying softly to himself a couple
of times that evening, but he never woke up.  The next morning I had to
help him get ready, as he was still not totally coherent.

Just before we were to leave for breakfast, Nigel and the boy arrived by
taxi and they cleaned up quickly to join us.  We had a very good breakfast,
much of the time spent with the boy answering questions from the other boys
about what he remembered.  It seemed ghoulish, but the boys wanted to know
if his life flashed before him, if he saw a bright light, and whatever else
he remembered seeing or feeling.  After a while we put a stop to this
discussion, explaining that would be enough until later.  The boys relented
and we ate the rest of our breakfast in relative silence.

When we arrived at the beach, the chick clique attacked our boys and
dragged them off.  The other naturists greeted the rest of us, asking the
boy how he was feeling and telling Nigel and me how brilliantly we had
reacted to the situation, before things started to quiet down again.  After
about an hour, Nigel coaxed the boy into going out into the water with him,
which the lad did with some reluctance.  After some tentative steps and a
few moments of near panic, the boy again began to relax and realize that
what happened to him yesterday was just a freak accident.  We knew that he
would be more careful in the future, but he wasn't about to withdraw
totally from one of his favorite pastimes.

Our group of boys who had been infatuated with the female body were now
enjoying their last hours with their puppy loves, managing to say their
good-byes as the day wore on.  Kevin had a smug look on his face, as if he
had lost the battle but won the war.  He knew that he'd be going home with
Dustin in another day, and that he wouldn't have to worry about those girls
again.  A minor victory in his war of adolescence, but he had a lot to
learn yet about the warfare of love.

As evening approached, the boys began saying their farewells to each other,
knowing that we would be spending this evening apart.  Tonight they'd be
sleeping in their own rooms and my group would be leaving in the morning
for the airport.  Nigel's group would have one more day at the beach but,
for my family, our long vacation was at an end.  This realization aroused
mixed feelings for my boys.  They were sad that the vacation was ending,
though we had had a great time between the two trips, but they were also
looking forward to getting back home and resuming their normal lives.
There was still much for us to do before school started again, including
reaching a resolution of how to handle Nick's current predicament.  It was
something that I had been thinking a great deal about and I think I had a
plan of what exactly I was going to do.

When time came to leave, we dropped the Barstows off at their hotel, saying
tearful farewells and exchanging addresses and telephone numbers.  We
promised to stay in touch, invited them over to join us some summer at our
home, and then we drove off with all the boys waving back and forth at each
other.  It is never easy to say good-bye, but this seemed to be an
especially emotional parting.  It had only been a few days, but those days
had been filled with endless hours together and a great amount of sharing
and caring.  I knew none of us would forget the others quickly.

Dinner was very subdued that evening, without much else happening.  I
offered to take the boys to see another movie, but they weren't interested
tonight.  Instead, we all crammed into my room and spent time together
until it was time to go to sleep.  After the other boys left for their
rooms, Andrew approached me.  "You saved that boy's life and let him live,
didn't you, Daddy?"

"Yes, I guess that I did have a part in saving that boy," I told him.

"You were very brave and you saved him like you saved me from that bad man.
Right?"

"I guess that is one way to look at it."

"I feel safe when I'm with you.  I know you wouldn't let anyone hurt me or
any of my brothers."

"Well, I guess that part of a daddy's job.  We're here to help protect our
children and keep them safe.  Maybe someday you'll do the same thing for
your own children."

"I hope that I'm big and brave like you, Daddy."

"I hope so too, Andrew, but now it's time for you to go to sleep."

That had been a short conversation, and not really earthshaking in its
content, but his few words and child-like innocence had said volumes from
his soul.  I don't think I could have been happier or prouder, even if I
had been knighted by the Queen or given our country's highest honor from
our President.  It was a child's simple comments that gave me more than all
the gold in the world could have purchased for me.

Sammy and Andrew slept with me that night, one on either side, and I think
that was one of my best night's rests of the entire trip.  When I awoke the
following morning, both small bodies were pressed up against mine, and they
had the most contented expressions on their angelic faces.  I almost hated
to wake them when it was time to get up, but I eventually had to do just
that.  After both boys were up and heading for the shower, I called the
other rooms and got all the boys going.  Once everyone was dressed, packed,
and ready to leave, I double-checked the rooms to make sure that nothing
had been left behind.  We loaded up the bus and headed out for breakfast.
We only had a quick simple meal this morning, as none of us were overly
enthused about leaving.  When we had finished, we boarded the bus, did a
quick recount of noses and belongings before the driver wheeled the bus
onto the highway, in the direction of the airport.  It was a bittersweet
ride, recounting the many good times we had and the new friends we'd left
behind, but all good things must come to an end.  Before going to the
airport, we swung by the transportation office and picked up the souvenirs
of this trip that we had ordered in Eton.  Now I was in possession of our
coat of arms, shield, crest, and family history.  I unwrapped them and
showed each around to the others, listening to their pleased comments.
Afterwards, I rewrapped each item and packed them away, making sure nothing
happened to them until we could hang them on the wall of our home.

When we arrived at the airport, we unloaded our luggage and I gave the
driver a generous tip.  He had served us well and had done everything we
had asked of him.  We took our leave of him and he wished us all the best.
We soon were checking in, having our luggage tagged and prepared, then we
had about an hour and a half wait.  I took the boys out for a snack and
then we sat and watched the other people at the terminal and observed some
of the planes as they took off or landed.  It seemed like an endless wait
until our flight was called, but now we were making our way on board the
plane that would carry us back to the States.  The boys were still pretty
quiet as our vacation ground to its end and it wouldn't be long before we
would be sleeping in our own beds again.  Soon we were on the plane,
buckled in, and ready for take-off, knowing that in a few hours we'd be
back home.

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