Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2002 10:41:05 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 5   chapter 2

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 5-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2002 by billwstories
Chapter 2 - Life goes on.                         January 2002

I'd been home about a week before my family allowed anyone else to visit.
My boys were being very protective of me, making sure I didn't get
overexcited or that I didn't exert myself in any way.  It was nice that
they cared so much, but to tell you the truth, I was getting very bored.
The next afternoon I got a call from my superintendent, asking me if he
could come over for a visit and, of course, I told him he could.  I was
happy to have someone new to talk to and I assumed he wanted to see how I
was healing and find out when I'd be coming back to work.  When he arrived
we exchanged pleasantries, talked out my condition and prognosis, but then
he caught me completely off guard.

"Josh, I hope you don't mind or think me presumptuous, but I've been doing
some leg work on your behalf.  I've talked to both the school board and the
retirement system to get them to authorize a full early retirement plan for
you, based on your medical history.  Everything is all set and all you'll
have to do is sign some paperwork."

"Wait a minute," I responded, shocked at the idea of leaving my job.  "I
don't want to retire and I have no desire to sit around the house and just
grow old.  I plan on working a few more years, at least until most of my
boys are out of school."

"Why, Josh?  You certainly don't need the money or the aggravation, so why
wouldn't you be thankful for such an opportunity?  You have to put your
boys first in your life, not that you haven't, but they are the ones who
really need you and the ones that I did this for.  I'm just trying to make
sure that you're going to be around to take care of them.  Besides, knowing
you, you'll be taking in even more boys as the older ones leave, so knowing
you like we all do, you wouldn't retire until you were in your 80's or
90's, if at all."  He gave me a wink after he made that comment, and I knew
he'd made a valid point.

"Well, I do appreciate what you're trying to do for me, but I think I'd
feel useless if I were to retire and just sit around at home.  I think it
would better for me if I were to continue working for now."

"Useless?  How in the world can you feel useless when you have so many boys
depending on you?  Look, Josh, you're a bright and compassionate person,
but it's time for you to focus on what's most important to you, and that
should be your family.  I'm not saying that we wouldn't miss you if you
retired, or that the students at your school won't lose a little something
without you being there, but I'd rather see them lose a little than have
your boys lose you completely.  After the shooting and now the heart
attack, I seriously think you'd be wise to take the early out and put your
family first.  I won't ask for your decision now, but I suggest you talk it
over with the boys and whomever else you feel might be able to help you
make the right decision, and then get back to me.  Josh, I only did this
for your benefit, not for mine.  Selfishly I'd like to keep you around
forever, but I'm not sure what would happen to those wonderful kids of
yours, if something were to happen to you."

I thanked him for coming over, spent the next few hours considering his
arguments, and then I called Sally Swarthout to get her opinion.  After
talking for over an hour with her, I called Judge Shay, to get his view on
this situation.  I talked with Steve for over an hour too, and then thanked
him for his assistance, but I still wasn't convinced which would be the
right decision.  Later that night I called a family meeting, to talk this
over with the boys and Jake, as I felt they had the greatest stake in any
decision I made on this matter.  Jake and I had already talked this over
privately, before the boys got home, so I knew how he felt, but now I
wanted input from the boys.  At first they weren't sure what to think, but
after I presented the various arguments to them, they also thought it would
be best if I quit working.  I think it was Andrew's comments that
eventually persuaded me that I should make the most of this opportunity.

"Daddy, I turn eleven in two more weeks, but I still need you to be here to
help me.  I already lost one mommy and daddy, and I don't want to lose you
too.  If quitting your job will keep you with us longer, then I think you
should stop being a principal and just stay home with us."

I just looked at him after he said that to me, held my arms out to him so
he would come over to me, and then I hugged him as hard as I dared.
"Andrew, that's the best argument I've heard so far.  If you want me to
retire and stay home with you, then that's exactly what I'll do."  Andrew
hugged me, followed by the rest of the boys, and I promised them I'd call
the superintendent in the morning and let him know my decision.

I spent much of the night considering how I was going to occupy my time
now, and I even talked it over more with Jake.  In fact, he was the one who
gave me the best ideas about how I would fill in the gaps.  First he
suggested that I could take a slightly more active role in the Castaway
Fund, spend more time with the boys on an individual basis, and then maybe
do some volunteer work or maybe some counseling, if I needed more to occupy
my time.  I agreed with him that those were excellent suggestions and I
would explore them further, but for now I'd just roll with the punches.

I had my first opportunity to explore some of this new free time while
planning for Andrew's birthday party.  I was able to sit down with him and
discuss exactly what he wanted this year, whom he wished to invite, and
what types of things he wanted to do.  What really shocked me was one other
thing he brought up at that time.

"Daddy, you know I'm growing up now and I'm not a little boy any more."

"I know, Andrew.  You're becoming quite a young man now."

"Does that mean you think I'm old enough to start doing things with the
other boys now?"

I was a bit surprised at this comment, thinking I knew where he was
heading, but I decided to play it dumb for the time being, just to be
certain.  "I'm not sure what you mean, Andrew.  You do all kinds of things
with your brothers already."

"But I don't mean those kinds of things.  You know, I mean the other stuff,
the grown-up stuff."

"Hmmm, Andrew.  I still don't think I know what you mean."

"Daaaaad," he whined, getting somewhat frustrated with my game.  "You know,
the sex stuff!  I'm not a baby anymore and I know what the other boys do
sometimes.  I've heard some of my friends talking about things like that
and, well, I've even heard my brothers talking about doing things like that
with each other.  I'm old enough now to do it too.  Okay?  Pleeeeeeease?"

"I know you're growing up, Andrew, and I now know where you're headed with
this, but are you sure you're really ready for something like that?  I
mean, remember what happened in Texas?"

"Yes, Daddy, I remember, but I don't want to do it with some old guy, but I
wouldn't mind trying something with Graham or Nick, or even Sammy.  I've
asked Sammy before, but he said he couldn't, unless you told him it was all
right."

"Yes, I do have kind of an agreement with all the boys that they'd check
with me before they brought anyone new into doing those types of things.
Are you really sure you're ready for this?  You know I made Sammy wait
until he was thirteen before I allowed him to get started."

"I know, he told me that too, and he said you'd probably make me wait until
then, like you did him."

"Well, I think I'd feel better about it if you did.  Would that be a
problem?"

"Yeah, I don't want to wait any more.  I want to start doing things now."

"Well, it's obvious that you have thought about this before today."

"I have.  I've thought about this a lot lately and I'd really like to try
something with someone else.  I've thought about asking some of my school
friends to do it with me, but I think I'd rather try it with somebody who
knows what they're doing."

"Well, you would learn better that way and you wouldn't get so much
misinformation.  Do you think your body has developed enough to really
enjoy doing things like that?"

"Yeah, I do.  I rub it all the time, when I'm alone, and it really feels
good, but I've heard my friends say it feels better when someone else does
it to you."

"And they are experienced with such things?"

"Well, no, but their brothers and older friends have told them that, though
they meant that it felt better when a girl did it for them."

"And what do you think about girls now?"

"I like some of them, but not all of them, but I don't think I'd let a girl
touch my thing like that."  That comment brought a smile to my face, as I
could see that Andrew was growing up, but he was still a little boy in some
ways.

"Well, what if I let you try something with one of the boys for your
birthday, and then we'll talk about it afterward, to see where we go from
there?"

"You mean you're really going to let me do it then?"

"Well, at least once, so you can see if it's something you might what to do
again.  Does that meet with your approval?"

"Oh, yeah, it sure does.  Thanks, Daddy."

"You're welcome, though I'm still not sure I'm doing the right thing.  So,
have you thought about whom you want to be your first partner?"  I expected
him to hesitate and maybe have to think it over, but he didn't pause at
all.  Immediately he screamed out a name, and it wasn't that of his
biological brother.

"Graham.  I want Graham to do something with me."

"Okay, I'll talk it over with Graham, see if he's interested, and then I'll
let you know.  Is that okay with you?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy.  I'm glad you're going to ask him, cuz I wouldn't know how
to do it or what to say to him."

"You want to do it, but wouldn't know what to say?"

"Well, I don't think you just go up to someone and say, 'Do you want to
play with my wiener?'  Do you?"  We both had a chuckle over that and I
agreed with him that approach would be kind of blunt and possibly put the
other boy in an awkward position.  He made me promise that I'd do it as
soon as I could, and then let him know if Graham was willing to do it, so I
gave him my word.  That seemed to make him very happy, and he hugged me and
kissed me to show me his gratitude.  The reason I suggested on asking
Graham for him, however, was so I could speak to Graham and tell him what I
thought should or should not be attempted, if he agreed to help Andrew out.
After dinner I called Graham aside, so I could explain all of this to him.

"Graham, I had a young man make a request this afternoon, and it concerns
you."

"Me?  How does it concern me?"

"Well, your brother Andrew wants something special for his birthday, and he
wants you to give it to him."

"Cool.  What does he want?  A bike?  His own television?  What?"

"Nothing quite like that.  He wants to have his first sexual experience,
and he wants you to be his first partner."

"Me?  Oh, wow!  But won't Sammy be jealous?"

"He might, but this is what Andrew wants.  If Sammy does get his nose bent
by this, then we'll just have to explain things to him.  Are you
interested?"

"Oh, yeah.  Andrew is really neat and I hoped some day I could do something
with him, but I never thought I'd be the first."

"Well, he mentioned you a couple of times when he spoke to me about this,
so he's obviously thought this out."

"Really.  Neat.  So when are we going to do this?"

"Well, I figured you two could get together the night before his birthday.
I thought I'd ask Ricky and Cole to ask Sammy to spend the night with them,
so you could have the time alone with Andrew.  Would that be all right with
you?"

"Yeah, that would be super."

"Great.  I don't want you to try too much with him, though.  Maybe just a
hand-job or maybe even a blow-job, but nothing more.  Okay?"

"Yeah, sure, Dad.  I understand.  He's still a little guy and we don't want
to do too much too fast."

"Exactly.  Well, I guess I can trust your judgment then."  Graham flashed
me a big grin, knowing this was quite an honor and that I was placing my
trust in him to not get carried away.  It was a responsibility he was happy
to accept and more than capable of fulfilling.  I told him that I'd let
Andrew know that he had agreed to do it and I'd take care of setting
everything up.

While we were waiting for Andrew's birthday to arrive, I had other things
to occupy my time as well.  First, I was still trying to help Kevin cope
with the loss of Brent.  He had been doing quite well, especially since
Graham passed on that message from Brent, but he was still hurting and I
was trying to figure out different ways to help him work through his grief.
Fortunately, I had some help in doing that, and Kevin actually initiated
one of those opportunities.  It all began shortly after I came home from
the hospital, while my loved ones were visiting me.  John Spence had gone
out of his way to seek Kevin out too, hoping to help to console him, and he
learned a great deal about Kevin during that time.  Kevin had made a brief
comment during their talk, saying that he wished there was a way he could
keep everyone from forgetting Brent.  Mr. Spence took that comment and came
up with an idea that he thought might do just that, and suggested to Kevin
that they could establish the 'Brent Currie Scholarship Fund'.  Kevin
thought it was a terrific idea and was all for it, so Mr. Spence did the
rest of the work on his own.

After Brent had died, many people had wanted to do something at that time,
but none of us knew just what would be appropriate.  In lieu of flowers,
Steve Shay had suggested that people could make donations in Brent's name
to an account he established at the local bank, and we'd decide how best to
use that money at a later date.  Our first thought was that we could then
donate that money to the Castaway Fund, in Brent's honor, possibly using it
to support a single child or family.  That was our primary line of thought
until Mr. Spence came up with his idea and Kevin thought the idea of a
scholarship was even better.  In addition to the money in the account at
the bank, Mr. Spence donated enough of his own money to it, so substantial
scholarships could be given away in Brent's name for at least ten years.
It was all quite exciting.  Now he asked Kevin to help him establish the
guidelines under which these scholarships would be awarded, and Kevin
jumped into this wholeheartedly.

Originally I thought Kevin might come to me for ideas or suggestions, but I
was surprised when he didn't.  He did all of the work by himself and he
didn't come to me until he had his ideas well organized, and then only to
seek my approval.  He approached me one evening, telling me what he thought
the criteria for the scholarship should be.  He suggested that since Brent
had come from a situation where he'd had very little material advantages,
he wanted the scholarship to go to someone who wouldn't be able to attend
college otherwise.  I told him that was a very appropriate suggestion and
that I concurred with his line of thought.  He also suggested that it
should be offered to someone whose grades may have been mediocre only
because of those same circumstances, such as having to hold down a job
while in school or maybe from not having had access to a computer or other
similar advantages, but who had the potential to achieve at higher levels.

He had made this suggestion because Brent had told us he hadn't been a very
good student before he came to live with us, but his grades steadily
improved with our encouragement and the advantages he had living with us.
I told Kevin that was a wonderful suggestion, but it would be very
difficult to set up a workable evaluation process to assess that specific
attribute, and that's when Kevin came up with a way he thought it would
work.  To prevent everyone and their brother from applying for this money
and to make sure that only the right students were considered, Kevin
suggested that only teachers from the local and surrounding counties would
be able to recommend students for this scholarship.  He felt that they'd be
the best judge if that student had a greater potential than they had shown,
one that had been substantially hindered by circumstances beyond their
control.  I told him if that is how he thought it should work, then I would
support his decision, but he should discuss this with 'Grandpa' Spence
before he finalized the criteria.  He said he would, but I could see how
excited he was just to know that he'd be helping to keep Brent's memory
alive.

The weekend before Andrew's birthday was parents' weekend at Dustin's
college.  At first I wasn't sure if my doctors would allow me to attend,
but after several conversations with them, they told me I could attend if I
took it easy and didn't do the driving.  I agreed, and they told me I could
go.  After discussing this with Dustin and Jake, we decided it best if the
whole family didn't come for this.  First of all, some of the events had
limited attendance, and second, most of the boys would find it kind of
boring, but they thought the most important point was that it would take
some of the stress off me, by not having to worry about so many people all
of the time.  Instead, we decided it would be best to limit it to two or
three of Dustin's brothers, in particular the next boys who would be going
off to college.  We felt that this might help them to get them excited
about their own future and give them a small taste of what it would be
like.  Considering Kevin, Danny, and Brandon had already applied and would
be the next group to leave home, I was going to take them with me, and Jake
would stay home with the other boys.  Everyone seemed agreeable with that
suggestion, so that's how we planned it.

When calling for motel reservations, I discovered that we were kind of late
in that regard, so the room we were able to reserve wasn't all that close
to the college campus.  That didn't matter, as we figured the extra drive
wouldn't be all that bad.  We let Kevin drive us there, with Danny and
Brandon giving him directions.  We went to the motel when we first got
there, to make sure we checked in and didn't lose the room, and then we
drove to the college to meet up with Dustin.  He really looked good and
quite happy, and he told us he was really enjoying being in college.  After
we had a chance to get past the small talk, he told us about his roommate,
whom he said he liked a great deal.  I was glad that he had been paired up
with someone he liked, as a bad roommate can make it hard to adjust to
being away at school.  From there he took us to a place where he'd promised
to meet us with his roommate and excitedly introduced us to him.  His
parents were also with him, so they introduced us all as well, and we took
a few minutes to get to know each other better.

After that, we all went together to see the college football team play,
even though it was a small time, Division III school.  I enjoyed talking to
the other parents during the game, as they led very interesting lives, but
they were far more interested in us.  They told me their son had mentioned
our family to them and told them some stories about how we had all come
together.  He had learned these things from what Dustin had told him, and
the parents questioned all of us extensively about what things were like at
home and how the boys got along with each other.  They told us they were
curious because they had wanted a large family when they first got married,
but it was not to be.  Their family size was eventually determined by
physical limitations, starting with fertility problems, which were
compounded by the wife's difficulty in carrying a fetus to full-term.
Because of those problems, they ended up with only the one son.

The football game was actually quite exciting, with the home team winning
in the final quarter, and then we invited the others to join us for lunch.
Over the meal we discussed many things, as the boys got to talk with
everyone too, and then our sons took us on a tour of the campus.  Kevin,
Danny, and Brandon were quite impressed with everything, especially when we
got a tour of the dorms and they saw where the boys lived.  I think they
were more impressed with all the good-looking male flesh that was roaming
up and down the hallways than with dorm life itself.  After that, the boys
wanted to show us around the town, so we all loaded into the Suburban, and
took a driving/walking tour of the local sites of interest, at least from a
college freshman's viewpoint.  After that, we dropped the others back off
at campus, telling them we'd meet back up for dinner and the evening's
social functions, and then I took all the boys back to our motel room to
clean up and change for the evening events.

Of course, Danny and Brandon had laid claim to the one double bed when we
entered, but Kevin didn't seem bothered by having to sleep with me.  When
we finished cleaning up, the boys wanted to talk about college life and how
exciting it all seemed to them.  All three boys were expecting to get their
acceptance letters back from the colleges they'd applied to before
Christmas, so this was just a catalyst to get them more hyped to move on to
the next level of their academic lives.  I was pleased to see them like
this, and we took time to discuss what they hoped to be once they got their
degrees.  Even though we had held these discussions before, I wanted to
make sure that they hadn't wavered or changed their minds. They hadn't.
Danny still wanted to be a pediatrician, as he loved kids, Brandon wanted
to be a dentist, and Kevin planned on becoming a pharmacist.  They were all
very capable students, extremely good in science and mathematics, so they
should have no trouble in reaching their goals.  In addition to being good
professions, they would also make a decent living from them.  I had no
concerns about this group.

Danny and Brandon had already told me that they planned on staying
together, both at college and afterward, so they should do very well for
themselves.  They also indicated that they also planned on coming back to
live with me, so they could help keep the Castaway Hotel in operation.  I
was honored that they would even consider such a thing, but knowing how
young men often change their minds, I wasn't going to make them sign a
binding contract to that effect.  I kind of liked the idea, as it would
give me something to look forward to even as I grew old and gray (or bald
as the case seemed to be).  When it got to the point where I couldn't
handle things on my own, they'd be there to take over, but I'd have to wait
to see if they still felt this way when they were through with school and
able to strike out on their own.

After picking the others up and going out for an enjoyable dinner, we
returned to the campus for the evening's social function.  At this event
they had various mixed drinks for the adults and non-alcoholic beverages
for the younger crowd, and then there was a band, playing mostly for the
students.  Dustin's roommate's parents definitely weren't into any of this,
so they excused themselves and went back to their hotel room, but I decided
to stick around, so Danny, Brandon, and Kevin could have some fun.  The
boys mixed well with the freshmen college students, enjoying the fact they
were often mistaken as being one of the freshmen themselves, and I sat in
the wings and watched as they had fun with this charade.  I was grateful
when the evening came to an end, however, as the band was very loud and my
ears were ringing by the time we left.

That evening in the motel, as Kevin lay beside me, he told me that he had
hoped he and Brent would have been able to attend the same college and been
roommates one day.  He told me he had finally come to grips with the fact
that this would never happen now, but he had something else to look forward
to.  He said that after what Graham had told him, he knew that Brent would
be waiting for him when his life had reached an end too, and then they'd
always be together.  I praised him for his mature attitude and having
worked his way through his grief, but that's when he told me that he'd
always grieve over losing Brent, just now he had another dream to look
forward too, when they met up again.

The next morning we picked Dustin up at his dorm, took him to church with
us, and then we all went out to breakfast.  The boys and I all had a nice
conversation with Dustin, as he filled us in on some of the things he'd
seen and done during the first few weeks he'd been there, and then he
assured me that he would make the most out of this opportunity and not
spend it being a party animal.  I told him that I had never worried about
that, as I knew he had a good head on his shoulders, and then he told me
that was only because of the solid upbringing he'd had.  I thanked him for
the compliment, and then we finished up.  After taking him back to his
dorm, Dustin gave all of us a big hug, especially Kevin.  He told him that
he thought of him often, that he was glad to see that he was getting on
with his life, and that he'd always be there for him if he ever needed
anything.  After saying our farewells, the other boys and I headed back
home, with Danny doing the driving this time.

The rest of the boys were excited to see us when we got back, and Jake had
a special dinner prepared for our return.  Everyone wanted to know how
Dustin liked college and how our trip went, and then we spent the rest of
the evening relaxing.  I actually went to bed early, as the trip had been
quite exhausting, but I was surprised when Jake turned in early too.  I was
just lying in bed reading when he entered, and he sat down on the side of
the bed to talk to me first.

"You know, I've really enjoyed sleeping beside you all these evenings, but
I was hoping maybe we could do a little more than that, now that you're
getting better.  It's you're choice, I don't want to push you or anything,
but I think I'm falling in love with you."

I wasn't quite ready for him to be so blunt or say anything quite like
that.  In fact, I was surprised that a guy as young as Jake would be
interested in an older guy like me, especially considering my health
problems and the fact that he couldn't be sure of how much longer I might
be around.  Finally I got my wits back together and was able to respond to
him.  "Jake, I've grown to care about you a great deal too, though I'm not
totally certain as to why you're interested in me."

"It's because of who you are, especially inside, and your age or your
health don't really matter to me.  Sure I want you to be around for a long
time, but I'd be happy for whatever time we had together, if you want that
too."

I had to think about my answer before I gave it to him, afraid that a quick
response might give him the wrong impression.  I enjoyed Jake's company a
great deal and I valued his friendship and help, it's just the romantic
involvement thing was something I hadn't put a great deal of thought into.
I mean, I never really seriously thought they he'd be interested in me that
way, so I didn't want to chase a fantasy.  I had to be careful that I
didn't close the door on that possibility, but I didn't want to lead him on
either, making him believe I had already thought this through.  "Jake, I
really appreciate what you just said and I value you more than you'll ever
know, but I haven't been thinking about a relationship, with you or anyone
else.  I've never thought about anything for myself, at least not until
after the boys were gone."

Jake looked a little disappointed, but he seemed to bounce back quickly.
"That's okay, it doesn't have to lead to a relationship unless you want it
to, but I wouldn't mind enjoying some physical contact with you in the
meantime.  It doesn't have to include any commitments or even any love,
unless that's what you want or feel, but I wouldn't mind seeing if there
might be any embers hidden somewhere down deep inside.  What do you say?"

I thought about that quickly, but I didn't have to consider it very long.
I knew that I was attracted to Jake, it was just that I wanted to be sure
this is what he really wanted, not just that it happened to be convenient.
"Jake, I'd be more than happy to explore those possibilities with you, but
are you sure you're really ready to become a permanent part of this nut
house?"

"Are you kidding?" he responded, while trying to stifle a laugh.  "That's
all Shannon and I have talked about since we've been here.  We both feel at
home here, like we really belong, and neither one of us wants to think that
it might ever come to an end."

"Well, you're more than welcome to stay and be part of this family, without
having to share my bed."

"But that's the best part," Jake responded, giving me a wink after he said
it.  "Look, I've had a crush on you since our kids started trying to hook
us up.  Besides having Shannon, you and your family are the best thing to
happen in my sorry life.  I've been praying that you'd accept my offer,
once I got up the courage to ask you, but I've been so worried that you'd
reject me.  I'm sorry if I sound sso desperate, but you've been all I've
been able to think about for months."

Now I was really floored, having missed the fact that Jake had felt more
than just friendship for me during that time.  I had been flirting with
similar thoughts about him, except I didn't even think he'd consider being
with someone my age, or with someone who had so much other baggage.  I
mean, what kind of guy would be interested in someone with this many kids
still at home, let alone someone who'd suffered the kinds of health
problems I'd just been through.  "Jake, all I'm going to say right now is
that I think I feel the same way about you too, and I'm willing to give it
a try if you are."

"You really mean that?" he asked, as if he really didn't believe what he
just heard.

"Of course I mean that," I told him, pulling him toward me and giving him a
powerful hug.  Then I let my lips seek out his, giving him a very
passionate kiss, and then I spoke to him again.  "Do you think we should
tell the boys?"

"No, not yet.  Not until we're sure if this is going to work out.  I
wouldn't want to get their hopes up, only to have them crash and burn if we
decide this isn't going to work out."

"I agree, so why don't you get out of those dirty clothes and crawl in here
beside me."

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