Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2003 00:14:01 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 6, chapter 2

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 6-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 2 - Welcome to America.                   July 2002

Nigel and his boys showed up right on schedule, and we picked them up in
Philadelphia and decided to give them a tour of that city before we brought
them to our home.  I had chartered a bus for the weekend, which we all rode
in to meet them at the airport, and then we loaded them and their luggage
inside and set off to give them a whirlwind tour of the city.  It was
basically going to be a repeat of the visit I had taken my boys on before,
but this time the boys could explain everything to our guests, and impress
them with their knowledge of the area and of the country's history.

On the bus, I took the opportunity to introduce Jake, Shannon, Mark, and
Vinnie to Nigel and his boys, trying to give everyone a little background
information on each other.  None of the boys, or Jake, were concerned that
we were sharing information about them with each other, as most of the boys
were comfortable with our little group's knowing some of the more intimate
details of their lives.  We all knew that we'd be discreet with this
knowledge, and not share it outside of the families.  Seeing we all did the
same thing with each other, it made everyone feel more comfortable about
sharing this information, and helped them feel like they were part of an
even greater group.  Even Mark enjoyed this exchange, and he readily added
details of his own background, whenever anyone asked him a question about
his past.  Nigel also seemed to hit it off with Jake, commending him for
filling in for me, while I was incapacitated, and for becoming a valued
member of our family.  Jake thanked him, and then the topic turned to
Shannon and Jake's past, and Jake was more than happy to explain to Nigel
about all he'd been through.  This discussion ended only when we began our
tour, and Mark and Vinnie were just as interested in the sight-seeing as
Nigel's group, as this was their first trip to Philadelphia too.

Nigel's crew seemed to enjoy their day in the Philadelphia, as we took them
to the mint and the American Trolley tour, to see the Liberty Bell, Betsy
Ross' house, and Franklin court.  We knew there was still more for them to
see and do, so we booked into a motel just outside of the city, cramming
everyone into several double rooms for the night.  Everyone was quite tired
from their long day, especially Nigel's group, who seemed to also be
suffering from a bit of jet lag.  Remember, their time is about five hours
later than ours, so even though we had turned in early, they had still been
up for many hours.  With their being young and excited about their visit,
only Nigel had gotten much sleep on the plane, so they were all a bit
groggy when they awoke the following morning.

I decided it would be best to let them have some time to adjust, so after
we let them take their time to get up and get ready, we took them out for a
late breakfast and then finished up our tour of Philadelphia.  This time we
took them to see the Old City Hall, Congress Hall, and Independence Hall.
As the day progressed into night, we all loaded back into the bus, but this
time for the long ride back to our home.  I knew it would probably be a
quiet trip, as most of the boys would sleep until we reached our humble
abode, but many of our visitors still hadn't acclimated to the time
difference yet.  Nigel and I sat up front, sharing stories of what had
happened since we last saw each other, and gradually the other talking
around us ceased, as the boys all accepted a visit from the sandman.

Nigel and I shared stories about our boys, and what had happened since we
were last together.  Even though we had sent letters back in forth and
exchanged some emails, there were still a lot of more personal things we
could share at this time.  For me, I told him about finding and then losing
Brent, about some of the things that had happened to me afterward, some of
the other crises and accomplishments we had encountered during that time,
and finally about how Vinnie came to be part of our family.  He shared some
stories with me, about his family and the highs and lows they had
experienced, and then we talked about the trip, and some of the other
things I had planned for them.

We arrived home late, so I sent the boys off to bed.  My boys and Nigel's
had already chosen who was going to stay with whom during the trip home, as
we had added cots to several of the rooms.  Nigel and I had both advised
the boys that they could fool around a bit, as long as everyone was
agreeable, but we asked that they abstain from any anal penetration, unless
condoms were used.  I told them that all my boys knew where these were
kept, so if they needed one, all they had to do was ask.  After we
discussed all of those things, I made sure everyone knew how to use one
properly.  The boys all agreed to follow this rule, and both Nigel and I
felt we could trust them, now they had all given their word.

Other than a couple of the guests awakening during the night and forgetting
where they were, or not being able to remember where the toilets were
located, things went quite well.  I don't think anyone messed around that
first night, as most of the boys were tired from the long day they had
endured, but I think the majority of the boys were glad to see each other
again.  We had also put Nigel in Kevin's old room, seeing he spent most of
his time with Vinnie anyway, and this gave him some privacy too, and he and
his boys all slept late the next morning.

When Nigel and his boys finally sauntered down to join us, we fixed them a
late breakfast and told them we'd take a couple of days off, before we did
anything else, to give them time to adjust to our time zone.  They said
they'd appreciate that, and they just needed to unwind a bit from the trip,
but it was only about an hour after they finished eating before the boys
were shedding their clothes, so they could go out and skinny-dip in our
pool.  Nigel and I went out to oversee the activity, but we also took time
to enjoy the scenery too, and I was impressed with how some of his boys had
matured since the last time we were together.  Even Mark took part in this
activity, and he seemed to be very comfortable without his clothes on, as
well he should be, because he had quite an awesome body to display.

We let the boys swim and frolic until lunchtime, and then I decided to take
them all out to eat, so they could sample the local cuisine.  Today we
decided to take them to the local pizza parlor, where I had called ahead to
order several sheet pizzas, several serving bowls of salad, and many
pitchers of soda.  Needless to say, with that many teenagers, the food went
fast, and I even ordered more, to help fill those insatiable pits in the
middle of their bodies.  Once everyone had eaten their fill, we went back
to the house and rested a bit, before the boys asked if they could go to
the high school athletic fields, so they could play soccer.  We thought
that was a good idea, and Nigel, Jake, and I decided to join them, just to
watch, not to play.

The boys had a really active outing, and my boys learned a bit more about
the game from their European counterparts.  Some of Nigel's boys were quite
good at the sport, and displayed some scissor kicks and other acrobatic
moves, making my boys stop and stare in awe as they did so.  It was a good
thing it was just a fun game, so the boys could stop and admire the
abilities of their guests, and then discuss them later.  When they finished
playing, they wanted to go home and jump in the pool again.

We let the boys swim until dinnertime, watching them run in and around the
house without any clothes on, yet completely at ease, and Nigel and I
thanked God that the boys didn't have any inhibitions about their bodies or
preoccupations with hiding them.  We thought this attitude was healthy, and
we encouraged it, and it had now spread to include everyone in the
household, even Mark, who also seemed to relish this carefree time in the
sun and fun.  When everyone was ready to eat, we lit up the two grills and
cooked hamburgers, hot dogs, barbecue chicken, and steaks outdoors, and
then I brought out the salads that Jake and I had whipped up while the boys
were swimming.  Everyone seemed to find something he liked amongst the
choices, and they soon ate their fill, and then the boys came to us, asking
if we could go to the movies afterward.  We talked it over, but it was hard
to get that many boys to agree on what they wanted to see, so we decided to
go to the cinema complex, let the boys choose whatever movie they wanted to
see, and the adults would do the same.  It was kind of ironic when some of
the boys appeared in the same theater we were in, a few minutes later.

This particular complex played a mixture of older films and new releases,
and we chose a flick that had been out for a while, called "Collateral
Damage".  It was about a man who hunted down the terrorists who had killed
his wife and son.  It was very good, full of action, and it kept us on the
edge of our seats.  When it was over, we all went back to the lobby, to
meet up with the rest of our clans.  As we were heading out to the
vehicles, I asked if anyone was up for ice cream, and I got a resounding
'yes', so we went to the local ice cream stand to have a treat before
heading home.  The boys' likes were varied, as they ordered everything from
cones, milkshakes, sundaes, and banana splits, but they all enjoyed what
they had selected, and it was a nice ending to a fairly relaxing day.

When we got home, I suggested that everyone get to bed fairly soon, because
I was going to wake the entire household up early the next morning, as I
had something planned, though I wouldn't tell them what it was.  After
fending off all their questions and pleas to know what we'd be doing, they
all headed upstairs, though I knew many wouldn't be going to sleep right
away.  I had caught snatches of conversations earlier, about things certain
boys wanted to try later on, so I knew there would be some fun going on
before they finally turned in.  I think part of the interest was due to the
fact that only two of Nigel's boys were circumcised, so his group was kind
of fascinated by those of my boys who were cut, and I think they wanted to
try things to see what the differences were all about.

Cole and Dion disappeared with Nigel's Croatian cousins, Ivan and Andre,
though I knew that Trey probably had to be conned into letting it happen,
as he preferred that only he and Dion do things with each other.  I guess
since this was a special occasion, with a limited lifespan, he had agreed
to allow Dion to leave him for the night, and spend time with one of our
visitors.  I guess he knew that Dion loved to display his wares and have a
little fun with others, and Trey was learning to give in to Dion's
eccentricities, even though they often didn't coincide with his own views.
It seems that he was allowing the one he loved to seek his own forms of
entertainment, from time to time, even if it varied from what he enjoyed or
thought was right.  He knew that Dion loved him, and I don't think he had
doubts any more that the two of them would always be together, but he
understood that Dion was still young and needed to sow a few wild oats
before he settled down completely.  That's why he seemed to be giving Dion
some rein, like working with a young colt, hoping he would play himself out
in time.

I was surprised that it was Cole and Dion who had teamed up with the
cousins, as they weren't normally that close to each other, but I guess
they matched up best with the ages of the other two and both were cut.  I
guess we all come to accept that life sometimes hold surprises for all of
us, and this was one to record in my book.  Anyway, Trey offered to sleep
on the sleeper-sofa in the family room, so the other pair could use their
bedroom.  I thought about speaking to Trey about what was going on, but I
decided that he'd come to me if it really bothered him, so I let the boys
work things out for themselves, trusting that they were old enough to
handle things on their own.

While Trey was settling in downstairs, Dion and Cole were taking their
guests to Dion's room, ready to share their meager skills, and maybe learn
some new lessons from their overseas friends.  When they got to the room,
the all stripped quickly, and then they paired up with the one closest to
their own age.  Dion and Andre, the younger two, soon started to run their
hands over each other's bodies, tentatively getting to know each other
better.  Although Andre had seen Dion naked in the pool and at other times,
I was told he was quite surprised as Dion's tool began to harden and grow.
It seemed he had not seen one that big before, and was both fascinated and
scared by how large it got.  After Dion reassured him that he would only do
things that Andre thought he could handle, Andre settled down, and soon
they were balled up in a sixty-nine position on the bed.

At first Andre just toyed with Dion's penis, checking out the length,
firmness, and the uncovered head, but finally he began to flick his tongue
at it, teasing it, until he was sure he was ready to try to handle it.
Dion was slightly amused with his cautious approach, chuckling to himself
as he enjoyed the feel of what Andre was doing to him.  After a few
tentative swipes with his tongue, Andre took the head into his mouth,
swirling his tongue around it, and then he let it start to slide down his
throat, but he only got a little more than a third of it in at that time.
He knew he'd gag if he tried to take more, so he settled for that, hoping
Dion wouldn't mind if he couldn't take it all.  After a few experimental
bobs on Dion's shaft, he let it drop from his mouth, so he could move down
and suck on his partner's testicles, and Dion spread his legs even wider,
when he realized what Andre was doing.

Andre licked around the sac, and took first one, and then the other fragile
egg into his mouth, swirling them around and sucking on them, before he let
them drop back out again.  After he had paid attention to each individual
nugget, he took them both back into his mouth, this time humming as he held
them there.  The vibrations from the humming were driving Dion wild with
pleasure, and he thought he was going to blow his wad then and there, but
he managed to hold off until Andre finished with that method of foreplay,
and took his rod back into his mouth.  With all the stimulation Dion had
already received, it only took a few more up and down movements with
Andre's head, before Dion spewed his load into his new friend's eager
throat, and Andre almost purred as he swallowed that sweet nectar.

While Andre had been experimenting with Dion, Dion had been busy doing the
things to Andre that he knew Trey enjoyed when they were alone.  Seeing
Trey was uncut too, he knew exactly what to do, first pulling the excess
flesh apart, so he could thrust his tongue down the opening and tease the
head while it was still covered.  He let his oral muscle swirl around the
inside of that velvety lining, stimulating it while he played a game of tag
with the sensitive head and tiny opening, and Andre was moaning and
thrusting his hips at Dion as he did this.  Later Dion began to wonder if
Andre was actually humming, or if it was his moaning that had sent shivers
up his spine while Andre had his gonads in his mouth, but it really didn't
matter.  The wonderful feeling that it had created was all that he could
think about.

Regaining his composure and concentration, Dion slowly pushed back the
excess skin with his lips, exposing the tender helmet to his lips and
tongue.  Now Dion worked on it in earnest, while massaging Andre's fleshy
marbles with his long and slender fingers, and this was when Andre began to
really moan and writhe beneath Dion.  As Dion began to lift his head up and
down on Andre's erection, he felt his own juices beginning to boil and rise
up his shaft.  Because of this, he stopped working on Andre and just
concentrated on his own approaching orgasm, soon panting and tingling all
over.  As his seed began to shoot up the tubes in his woody, he let out a
few guttural grunts, arched his back, and let his juices explode into
Andre's hot and hungry mouth.  He could tell that Andre was swallowing
everything he pumped into him, and he felt light-headed as this climax
swept over him, and it took him a while before he could concentrate on
pleasing Andre in the same way.  Once he recovered, he again attacked
Andre's pole, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he had felt.

He now increased his pace, knowing Andre was also nearing his brink, and he
did everything he could think of to bring him off, including sliding a
finger up his chute and massaging his prostate.  At first he felt Andre
stiffen as he attempted to do this, clamping his sphincter around Dion's
probing digit, but then he relaxed, letting Dion have his way, and soon he
was groaning madly, as Dion taught him the joys that leathery organ could
bring him.  Suddenly he thrust his hips upward, driving his dick deep into
Dion's opening, and then he tensed, as his cock pulsed a couple of times,
before strands of white liquid erupted from the tiny opening, filling
Dion's throat.  Dion swallowed quickly, while continuing his suction on
Andre's throbbing cock, until it had surrendered every drop of cream it had
to offer.  Once Andre was completely drained, the boys laid side by side,
recuperating from this wonderful experience.

On the other side of the bed, Cole and Ivan weren't in as big a hurry as
the other pair.  Cole decided to pleasure his guest first, positioning Ivan
on the bed, so he was in a prone position, but with his head and shoulders
propped up on two pillows.  Then Cole crawled between Ivan's legs, forcing
him to spread them apart, so he could position his whole body there.  Then
he began to lick Ivan's sac and shaft, causing it to rise to its full
length.  Cole had plenty of experience with natural cocks, having spent
time with Graham, and some of his other brothers, so he had a good idea of
what Ivan might enjoy.  The head of Ivan's cock was partially exposed when
erect, as there wasn't sufficient skin to cover it at this point, so Cole
would swirl his tongue over and around the glans that was peeking through,
sending shivers throughout his partner's body.

Ivan was moaning from this attention, and his hips were bouncing off the
mattress, as he tried to entice Cole to take his tool into his mouth.  Cole
resisted the not so subtle offer for a while longer, now sliding down and
bathing Ivan's balls in saliva, before he began to suck on the melons
hidden within that sac of flesh.  At this point Ivan wrapped his legs
behind Cole's back, so Cole couldn't change his mind and leave him in the
middle of all this pleasure, but he had nothing to worry about.  Cole
wasn't about to stop now, and slowly he lifted up, tightened his lips
around Ivan's foreskin, and slowly pushed it back to fully expose the
reddened knob.  He let his lips and tongue glide around the sensitive
crown, causing Ivan to tremble slightly form the stimulation, and then he
sunk his mouth over that rigid pole, letting it all slide through the
opening and into his throat.  Ivan had anticipated that action and arched
his back, driving his cock totally within Cole's oral orifice, and he
groaned as he felt his tool totally enveloped within the warm, moist lining
of Cole's cheeks.

Cole now established a rhythm, as he began to nod up and down on Ivan's
slender shaft, and he would suck on every upstroke, to increase stimulation
of Ivan's dick, bringing the boy closer and closer to his orgasm with every
movement of his head.  Ivan had reached the point where he knew he had to
seek his relief soon, so he was thrusting his hips forcefully up and down,
forcing Cole to finish him off as quickly as possible.  Cole didn't mind,
and began to massage Ivan's scrotum, to give him even more pleasure and
send him over the edge, and it worked just as he had intended.  Soon Ivan
was filling Cole's mouth with that creamy sauce his body had just produced,
and he was swooning in total bliss, loving the onslaught of feelings
coursing through his body from this mind-blowing climax.  Once he had
released the contents of his nuts into his willing partner, Ivan collapsed
back on the pillows, fighting to enjoy every second of this wonderful
experience, before it faded away and was just a mere memory.

Cole was inwardly pleased, knowing he had brought a great deal of pleasure
to his temporary partner, but now he was greatly in need of his own relief.
He knew it would take Ivan some time to recover from his high, but he
concluded he couldn't wait that long under the circumstances, so he crawled
forward on the bed, straddling Ivan's chest with his legs, until he was
close enough to touch his dick to Ivan's lips.  Ivan had recovered
sufficiently to know what Cole wanted, and he was eager to return the
favor.  Slowly he parted his lips, letting Cole's mast slip past them and
over his tongue, and he did what he could to return the favor.

As Ivan began to apply suction to Cole's penis, Cole gave into the cravings
of his body and began to thrust his erection in and out of Ivan's
experienced mouth.  His pace was quite energetic, because pleasing Ivan and
watching the other pair had worked him up into such an aroused state that
he needed immediate relief.  Ivan accepted Cole's fairly aggressive
tactics, knowing how it felt to be in that predicament, and he did his best
to bring his host some relief.  It took only a minute or so of this hectic
effort, before Cole was spewing his own baby seed into Ivan's throat, and
then he collapsed on top of him, spent from the effort and the drain of his
orgasm.  Ivan rolled Cole off of him, and beside the other pair, and then
the four of them slept in that same bed for the rest of the night.

The next day I got everyone up early, and there was some joking around over
breakfast, about some of the things that took place the night before.  For
the most part, however, the boys were getting on extremely well with each
other and we hustled them along, so I could take them out for their next
surprise.  I had them dress in old clothes, ones they would wear for work
or play, and they were a bit confused by this.  After the loaded up into
the various vehicles, we headed out to the country, to visit the Beckers'
farm.  When we arrived, we were greeted by a very hyper Little Ricky, who
was bouncing around so much that his parents had all they could do, just to
keep him out of harm's way.  When the vehicles finally came to a stop, he
was throwing my door open and climbing up into my lap.

"Hi, Uncle Pop.  I sure have missed you."

"Hi, Ricky, and I sure have missed you too.  It's almost like having my own
Ricky back home for the day, just a younger version."  Little Ricky flashed
me a huge grin over that comment, as I knew how much he idolized my Ricky,
and he thought it was just great that I acknowledged they were so much
alike.  Now he pulled me from the driver's seat and dragged me over to his
parents, who were anxiously telling him to take it easy on me.  We
exchanged greetings with them, and then I introduced them to Nigel and his
boys.  After I explained to Nigel's boys about our connection to the
Beckers, I explained that we were here to help them with the farm work, and
that we'd make our decisions on who would do what type of chores.

I don't think the boys were upset with this idea, as they knew me well
enough to know that I'd include some fun and rewards for their efforts, so
they took this in stride as we discussed what types of jobs needed to be
done.  The oldest six boys went to help Mr. Becker in the fields, as he was
doing the first cut of hay.  He still used an old fashioned baler, where
the rectangular bales come out weighing between 50 and 100 lbs, depending
on how he set the tension of the twine, and the boys took the bales and
stacked them on the hay wagon.  When the hay wagon was full, they went back
to the barn and unloaded them onto the escalator, which took the bales up
into the loft, where other boys took them and stacked them for later use.
Mr. Becker explained to them how to stack the bales with the cut side up,
so they wouldn't mold, and the boys did as they were instructed.  It was
tough, dirty work, but my fitness buffs seemed to enjoy it, and everyone
took part without complaint.

Little Ricky took the next group with him into the barn, where he, and some
of my boys who had done this before, showed Nigel's boys how to milk a cow.
This was all done by hand at first, and then he showed them how the milking
machines could be used to do it much faster, but this gave the boys a
chance to see and do something new.  The last group, consisting of all the
youngest boys, went with Mrs. Becker to feed the chickens, slop the hogs,
and collect the eggs.  When those two groups were done with those chores,
they helped Little Ricky send the cows out to pasture, before they cleaned
up the barn and shoveled out the manure.

All the groups finished up just before lunchtime, so we sent them off with
Little Ricky to take a quick swim in the pond, with a few bars of Ivory
soap, so they could wash up before the meal.  We warned the boys not to
take long, as it wouldn't take much time for the food to be ready, as I
thought the boys might start fooling around at the pond and hold the rest
of us up.  I guess Little Ricky had a good time checking out all the new
bodies, but he managed to control himself and not start anything with any
of the boys.  They did have a good time bathing in the pond, tossing the
bars of Ivory soap around for everyone to use, and then they got out, dried
off with the towels they had taken with them, and then they dressed and
came back in to eat.

Jake, Nigel, and I had stayed back with Mr. and Mrs. Becker, to help them
prepare the meal for this hungry crew, utilizing some of the goodies we
brought with us when we came.  Mrs. Becker had prepared some dishes of her
own, knowing how growing boys eat, especially when they've been working
hard, and Jake and I cooked up hamburgers, hot dogs, and sausages, while
Nigel set out the dishes on the collection of tables we'd be using.  When
the boys returned, we all sat down to eat, saying grace before we began.
Soon the platters and bowls of food were being passed around the tables,
and the boys helped themselves, though trying not to be greedy.  Once
everyone had their plates full, and then emptied, the boys were told they
could take seconds, which they eagerly did. The rest of us watched in
disbelief as they took seconds, and even third helpings, and eventually
devoured nearly every edible item within reach.

After lunch, Mr. Becker and Little Ricky took turns taking groups of boys
out for a ride around the farm on horseback, while the rest of us relaxed
and rested up, as we waited for our own turn at riding.  This also gave us
a chance to regain our strength and stay out of the midday heat, but we
would be heading back out by late afternoon, ready to finish up the
required tasks, and then begin the evening chores.  The down time only
really happened because there had been so many of us doing the work, making
it all get done faster than normal, and this left the boys some time to
play.  Mr. Becker had arranged with his friends and neighbors, in each
direction, to bring their horses over after lunch, so the boys could take a
ride during this brief hiatus.  Once the rides were over, we went back out
and finished the chores, with the older boys returning to finish the
haying, while the middle group cleaned out the chicken coop and did the
second milking, and the younger boys helped pick vegetables from the garden
and clean and prepare them for the evening meal.

Once all of these chores were done, and the last load of hay was stacked in
the barn, Mr. Becker sent everyone out for another dip in the pond, to cool
down and give them a chance to work the kinks out of their tired muscles.
He realized these boys were not used to such physical work, and that their
muscles might be sore after such a hard day, that he sent them off to clean
up again, but also give them a chance to swim and loosen their sore limbs.
I'm sure he and his wife realized the boys would all be skinny dipping
there, but I doubted they realized what other activities might be going on
there as well.  Little Ricky made sure to invite Nigel, Jake, and me to
join them, so we readily accepted, and it was sure a sight to behold as all
those sweaty bodies shed their clothes, went running as fast as they could,
and then leaped into the water for a swim.  The three of us also shed our
clothes, got into the pond, swam a bit, and then we bathed as well.  The
boys had a great time in the water, often pulling us adults into the
activity with them, and we adults got out and laid in the sun to dry,
watching the boys as we did so.  After we dried, we went back in to the
farmhouse, to help with the evening meal, and we left the boys on their
own.

I understand that after we left, Little Ricky talked two of Nigel's younger
boys, Will (14) and Andre (15) into fooling around with him, and they went
behind some trees and jacked or sucked each other off.  My boys told me how
amazed they were by how Little Ricky had filled out since our last visit,
and I told them that was what good, hard work could do for the body.  The
boys had stayed at the pond for nearly another hour, before we honked a
couple of car horns, letting them know it was time to come back in.

We had set up the picnic table, and a few portable tables outdoors, and
then Jake, Nigel, and I set up a bonfire for later, where they could roast
marshmallows and make smores.  For those of you who have never had the
privilege of enjoying a smore, they consist of two graham crackers, with a
chocolate bar between them, with a melted marshmallow on top of the
chocolate, and below the second graham cracker.  They are so good, and kids
generally love them, so we thought this would be a good treat for the boys.

All the boys had come back in, hungrier than ever, so we had them fill up
their plates, selecting from all the different foods provided.  I had made
sure to plan ahead, bringing steaks and enough chicken marinated in
barbecue sauce for everyone.  Once again, the boys managed to polish off
every morsel in sight, eating not only the meat, but also the corn on the
cob, fresh peas and carrots, leaving nothing but crumbs and scraps in their
wake.  After cleaning up and taking care of the dishes, we waited until it
got dark and lit the bonfire, allowing the boys to melt their marshmallows
and make their own smores, which was another new treat for Nigel's boys.
After we finished the smores, I told a couple of ghost stories for the
boys, but unfortunately I hadn't had a chance to set up any special effects
for these.  However, I think they proved to be more than sufficient to
unsettle Nigel's gang, Little Ricky, and my younger ones.  The older boys
had fun trying to scare the pants off of them after I was finished with my
renditions, so I think that was more than enough, under the circumstances.

Now it was time to load up the boys back into the vehicles, but not before
thanking the Beckers, giving Little Ricky a special good bye, and then
asking them to join us for another visit to New York City.  The Beckers
explained that they wouldn't be able to take time off from the farm at this
time of year, and their neighbors had too much of their own work to do now,
so they'd have to pass.  They did offer to let Little Ricky go, however,
saying they could cover for him, if he wanted to join us.  I pulled them
aside, telling them of our plans, including the naturist camp, and told
them Little Ricky could join us for all or part of it.  Although they were
a bit surprised about the naturist camp, they said Little Ricky loved to
run around with as little clothing on as possible, and he had told them
some of the stories about his group home stay, and how my boys enjoyed
being without clothes around home.  They said they didn't mind, and would
ask Little Ricky what he wanted to do.  They explained that even though
they might not do it themselves, they would let Little Ricky make his own
decision.  They said they'd talk it over with him after we left, and call
us tomorrow and let us know what he decided.

We said our final good-byes, loaded into the vehicles, and made our way
back home.  Most of the boys were pretty tired from the hard day's work,
but everyone reported they'd had a good time.  The ride back was pretty
quiet, as some of the boys napped, and others just talked quietly or looked
out the windows, and it wasn't long before we made it back home.  Many of
the boys turned in early that night, though a few did stay up to watch a
movie on the television, but the house was pretty quiet all night long.

The next day we got a call from the Beckers, and they told us Little Ricky
wanted to join us, and he definitely wanted to go to the naturist camp with
us.  I could hear him teasing to talk to me in the background, so after I
told Mr. Becker we'd pick him up on Friday, he handed the phone to his
excited son.

"Uncle Pop?"

"Yes, Ricky, it's me."

"Thanks for inviting me to go with you.  My parents told me all about it.
I didn't think they'd let me go someplace they knew I'd be running around
naked, but they said it was up to me, so I want to go there too."

"Okay, and I thought you might.  We'll pick you up on our way through on
Friday, so you make sure you're packed and ready to go.  Okay?"

"Oh, yeah!  I'll be packed by Thursday, and I'll be waiting on the porch
for you on Friday."

"All right, just don't get too excited.  We'll be there Friday morning, and
make sure you give your parents a special thank you for letting you go and
for doing your chores while you're away."

"I will, and thanks again, Uncle Pop."

I hung up, smiling the whole time.  That was one excited boy.  Well,
everything was set, so now we just had to wait until Friday.

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