Date: Fri, 7 May 2004 11:02:56 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - book 7, chapter 15

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 7-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 15 - A Currie Yuletide.                   February 2004

Christmas Day started wonderfully for me, as all the boys slept in and
didn't wake us when the first rays of sunlight broke through the windows,
like they used to do.  It may have been because they were growing up, or
possibly because their extracurricular activities the night before had just
worn them out, but regardless of the reason, it was appreciated.

When we did finally gather downstairs, we passed out the gifts and began to
thank each other for the presents we received.  I think everyone was
satisfied with what they got, although the boys weren't generally lacking
for anything in the first place, but we all had a good time.  There was one
special gift that day, and it was one Kevin gave to Vinnie.  Vinnie had
been a little uneasy with Kevin being away at college, fearing he'd meet
someone else and leave him, so this gift was meant to ease Vinnie's doubts.
When he opened the small package, he found a lovely silver chain, but it
had a rather large key attached to it.  "What's this supposed to be," he
asked Kevin.

"It's a key to my dorm room, so you can come visit me anytime you wish.  If
you have your own key, then you know I have no secrets or nothing to hide
from you.  I hope that convinces you that I love only you."

Kevin hugged Vinnie now, letting him know he truly meant what he said, and
I could see a few tears streaking down Vinnie's cheek, as they embraced.  I
could tell he was truly moved by the gift and loved it, and I hoped this
would stop his questioning Kevin's commitment now.

Once we cleaned up the wrapping paper and put things away, the boys went to
shower and put on some of their new clothes.  After that, they took the
time to try out some of the other presents they had received, as well.  Our
company still wouldn't be there for a couple more hours, so they still had
plenty of time for those kinds of pursuits.

After we cleaned up and got dressed, Jake and I began to focus on Christmas
dinner, going about and doing the things we had left until the last minute.
Once everything was finished, the guests began to arrive, though I had to
admit that I missed my older children and grandchildren more now than at
any other time.  Though I tried to deny my sorrow the previous evening,
today it was harder to put out of my mind, and I began to struggle with a
minor bout of depression.  Jake sensed something was wrong almost
immediately and he pulled me aside to discuss it.

"Josh, what's up?  You seem like you're on another planet right now."  I
didn't know if I should confide in him about how I was feeling and ruin his
day, but I had promised him we'd work through this together, so I finally
admitted what was wrong.

"I'm sorry, but this thing with my older children is starting to get to me
today.  I've tried to put it out of my mind, but this is the first
Christmas that none of us have been together, ever.  Even though not all of
them were there every year, two or three of them were always around, so
their absence this year was very noticeable.  Even though I had told Jake
it didn't bother me, I had made up my mind that if they didn't want
anything to do with me, I didn't want anything to do with them either, but
it still hurt.  The problem was, I couldn't let this spoil everyone else's
holiday, so I tried to put it behind me.  Having talked this over with Jake
helped a little, so I told him I'd get through this, but I know he was
going to watch me like a hawk for the rest of the day.

Before long, everyone was there, but Arlene was slipping in and out of
lucidity today, with her not realizing where she was or who we were most of
the day.  I could see the strain this was putting on Albert and Richard, so
I tried to distract them, while the Spences kept an eye on Arlene.  Believe
it or not, Margaret Spence was one of the few people that Arlene
consistently recognized, although many of us had known her much longer, so
we figured they must have formed some special bond, which now seemed to
bridge her occasional lapses in reality.  It wasn't that she didn't forget
who Margaret was from time to time either, like those few times when she'd
forget who Albert or Richard were too, but those lapses were far less
reoccurring than with the rest of us.  For that reason, Margaret
volunteered to help out now.

Dinner went well and then we headed into the family room to exchange gifts.
Of course, we didn't have everyone buy for all our boys, so what we did was
draw names for gifts.  My clan's names had been in one bowl at Thanksgiving
and everyone else's names in another bowl, and everyone selected a name
from the appropriate bowl, until everyone's name had been chosen.  There
was one problem with this, however, as there were more of my family than
there were of the others, so some of our loved ones had agreed to select
two or three names each, to make up for the difference.  Sally, Steve and
Mary Shay and Margaret and John Spence all fell into this category, as they
claimed they were financially better able to afford this, so we all
accepted their decision and exchanged the appropriate gifts.  This way we
could buy the person a nice gift, by not having to split our money between
several individuals, and besides, none of us really needed that many gifts.

We did manage to slip some of the others a little extra as well, like Mark
and his mother, Susan, and Albert, Arlene, and Richard, because they
weren't as well off as the rest of us.  In fact, Richard got several gifts,
one each from various pairs of my boys, and though he complained about the
special treatment, I could see he was appreciative of what we had done for
him.  I could see Albert was a little uncomfortable with this, so I pulled
him aside to explain it to him.

"Albert, I know this is more than what we promised to do, but the boys
really wanted to do something for Richard on their own.  They all feel
close to him, and they used their own money, so how could I tell them no.
They would have been deeply hurt, if I hadn't allowed them to do this."  He
looked at me, looked around the room at the boys, who just happened to be
gathering around Richard and talking about what he got, and then he gave a
resigning nod and slapped me on the back.

"Your boys have had a good role model and you should be proud of them," he
said, simply, and I thanked him for his compliment to all of us.

In fact, it was nice to see Albert and Richard relax and enjoy themselves a
bit more than usual, as Margaret's bond with Arlene allowed them to
concentrate on more than her for the afternoon.  They actually let their
hair down a bit and got involved in many other things, Albert with various
discussions, while Richard went off to spend time with the boys.  If
anything, that was probably the greatest Christmas present of all.

A couple of hours later, we sat down and ate our dessert, the final planned
activity of the day.  Once dessert was finished, we sat around and talked
some more, before the others began to say their good-byes and head home.
Once the house was empty again, well at least as empty as it was going to
get until the college boys returned to school, everyone set about doing
their own thing.  Jake took me aside again, to check on how I was doing,
and when I told him I hadn't had time to think about who wasn't there, it
seemed to relieve his concerns.  However, now he tried to occupy my time,
so I still wouldn't have time to linger on what troubled me.

Before long, the boys started heading upstairs to their rooms, but one of
them soon returned, to have a private conversation with me.  It was Sammy.
"Dad, did you know that Graham fucked Andrew last night?" he asked, visibly
upset by this revelation.

"Yes, Sammy, I did.  Graham cleared it with me and I told him what to do to
make sure Andrew was ready.  Don't worry, everything went well and Andrew
is more than fine with it."

"I know, but don't you think he's still too small to be doing that?" he
argued.

"Well, how old were you the first time you did it?"  He thought for a
moment before he responded.

"Thirteen, I guess," he admitted.

"Yes, and that's how old Andrew is now.  It was HIS choice.  He's the one
who asked Graham, but Graham did come down to check with me first, before
he did it."

"But Andrew's so much smaller than I was when I did it," he whined.

"Yes, and that's what makes him feel like a baby.  If I hadn't allowed it
to happen, Andrew would have been very depressed today, convinced we still
thought of him as a little boy, instead of being happy, enjoying himself,
and feeling like a young man."

Sammy thought about this for a few minutes, before he responded.  "You're
sure he wasn't hurt then?" he wanted to know, just to make sure.

"No, he wasn't and Graham made sure he enjoyed it.  Couldn't you tell how
much happier he seemed today?"

"Yeah, but I thought it was just because of Christmas, until we went to bed
and he told me what he did."

"I hope you didn't make him feel bad about it, tell him he was too young,
or anything like that," I told him, deeply concerned.

"No, I waited a couple of minutes after he told me, before I left the room,
and then I just told him I'd be right back."

"Well, you'd better get back then, before he gets suspicious or thinks you
had a problem with what he did."

"I do, or at least I did, but I see your point."

"Are you okay with this then?  Really okay with it?"  He thought a moment
before he nodded.

"Yeah.  I guess it had to happen sooner or later," he stated, "and I'm glad
it didn't hurt him."

"From what I heard, Graham suspected Andrew's been practicing with the
dildos, getting ready for it to happen for real."  Sammy looked surprised
to hear that news, before he thought about it some more.

"I should have guessed that was what he was up to," he finally admitted,
"seeing he'd been asking me so many questions about my first time.  He
wanted to know what it felt like, if it hurt, and if I enjoyed it, and a
few times I went to our room and he had the door locked, so I wondered what
he'd been up to."  Now he looked at me carefully, before he spoke again.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to lose it like I did the first time he was
with Graham.  I know he feels less pressure asking Graham to do things with
him, rather than me.  I'm fine with it, as long as you said it was okay and
Andrew wasn't hurt."

"I'm glad, and that's very mature of you," I told him.

"Well, I guess it's about time I stopped acting like he was my private
property.  I know he's growing up, though I still think of him as my LITTLE
brother."

"All the boys do, Sammy, but we all have to let go some time.  I'm glad you
were willing to accept that this time."  He thanked me for talking this
over with him and for watching out for Andrew, and then he went back to his
room, where he and his brother spent a quiet evening together.

The next day started off normally enough, and the first thing I did was to
call to reestablish Arlene's overnight care, which didn't go as well as I'd
hoped.  I was told that many people were allowed to take time off during
the holidays, once it had been determined that coverage could be maintained
for the open cases they had during that period, so we'd now have to wait
until after the holidays were over and they were back at full staff.  I
thanked them for their help and then called to tell Albert what I
discovered, while reiterating my offer to have my boys, Jake, and me cover
that overnight care.  As stubborn as always, Albert refused, even though I
protested vehemently, trying to get him to reconsider.  It didn't help, so
I eventually gave up, but I knew this would be a rough period for him.

Our company arrived around mid-morning and Sammy and Graham ran to the
windows to peer out at them, shortly after their car pulled in the
driveway.  They gawked as Ted and his Aunt Jane made their way to our door,
obviously impressed with what they saw.  I won't say Ted was gorgeous, but
he was handsome in his own way, enough so that my two voyeurs hadn't lost
any interest in him.  He was also on the small side for his age, giving the
impression that he might also be a little immature, but I knew he was going
to be hard to resist.  Soon, my hopeful duo was sprinting toward the
entrance to greet him, though I slowed them down and opened the door
myself.

"Welcome to the loony bin," I told our guests, eliciting a grin from each
of them.

"Oh, it can't be that bad," Jane told me, thinking I was joking, as Graham
ran up to her and gave her a big hug.  "Oh, there's my little sweetie," she
said, hugging him back, giving the rest of the boys a sense of how these
two had bonded at the hospital, while we were there with Cody.

"Tell me that after you've been here a while and seen how things go," I
informed her, "and then I might believe you."  This drew a questioning look
from her, as she looked at the crowd now forming behind me.

"Come in," I continued, "and I'll introduce you to the inmates.  There will
be a quiz on it later."  Ted gave me a questioning look, before his aunt
informed him that I was joking and he began to laugh.

"Josh, this is so wonderful of you," Jane began, "to let my nephew come
spend time with you and your boys."

"Nonsense," I told her.  "This does more for us than it will for him.  By
the time he leaves here, he may wish he never heard of the Currie family."

"No way!" Ted exclaimed, eyeing some of the boys, and I hoped he wasn't
becoming attracted to the boys who were already partnered up.  "I think I'm
going to really like it here," he added.

After making the introductions, during which I pointed out which boys had
serious boyfriends, we sat around talking, trying to get to know each other
better.  Graham and I started off by thanking her for everything she had
done for Cody and us at the hospital, explaining to her that we had told
the other boys how wonderful she had been.  We went on to explain how she
had made it easier for Cody and us to endure those final few days, although
we had been too grief stricken to tell her that before we left.  She told
us she understood and was glad she was able to do what she did for us,
before she admitted that Cody's death had affected her nearly as much as it
had us.  Ted confirmed this, by telling us how she had acted and things she
had told him and his parents during that time, and then admitted he could
almost feel her pain, it was so strong.  I again thanked her for her
concern and all she had done, telling her that Cody had begun to look upon
her as the mother he never knew.  This brought a few tears to her eyes, and
she excused herself to use our bathroom, so we got to know Ted a little
better while she was gone.

During that time, the boys explained a little about how they had come to be
with me, about their past life, and their sexual orientation, and then they
told him he should never be ashamed of who or what he was.  I knew it would
take time to convince him of this point, as he'd been hammered at home with
how wrong and evil gays were, but I think I saw him relax a bit, as the
boys gave him an idea about who they were.  When Jane returned, the topic
switched again, as my boys weren't sure how much Ted wanted his aunt to
know or hear.

About an hour later, Jane excused herself and said she had to leave, but I
told her we'd be happy to put her up for the night.  After explaining that
she had some things to do at home, and she had to go in to work at
Sloan-Kettering tomorrow, we all wished her a safe journey home.  I did get
her to agree to spend the night here when she came to pick Ted up, after
she explained she happened to have that weekend off.  We walked her to her
car and watched her drive away, and then Graham and Sammy eagerly grabbed
Ted's arms and drug him off, for what reason I could only guess.

A couple hours later those boys reappeared and asked if the three of them
could speak with me in private.  I was a little concerned about this at
first, but once I found out what they wanted, I began to calm down.  "Dad,"
Graham began, "you have to explain to Ted that there's nothing wrong with
being gay or bi.  His father has told him all the wrong things and you need
to tell him that he's not evil or going to hell."

I looked at Ted and saw him swallowing hard, letting me know he wasn't sure
if he wanted this to happen quite this way, but I understood what I needed
to do.  "Ted, first of all, I think you should know that in my opinion you
were born the way you are and you didn't have any choice in the mmatter.
Although there is no scientific proof to support my belief, over the years
I have talked to many gays and bisexuals, and every one of them has told me
they knew at an early age what they were.  To me, that tells me they didn't
have a choice in the matter and it was a trait they were born with, such as
eye color, skin color, being tall or short, a gene making them susceptible
to or giving them a certain disease, a predilection toward alcoholism, or
the quality of their eyesight.  Only bisexuals have any choice about whom
they can actually choose to be with, though others have tried and failed.
I think it's a bigger sin to pretend to be who you're not and end up
hurting someone else in the process, by pretending you love him or her.

"As far as going to hell is concerned, I believe in the new testament and
the loving God, not the vindictive God of the Old Testament.  What few
verses I've seen in the Bible against same sex relationships are far
outweighed by his doctrine of love, acceptance, and not judging others, so
much so that I think those who condemn and persecute others in God's name
will have far more to answer for than anyone else.  Although I'm not your
father and I have no say in how you are raised, I can only tell you not to
be ashamed of who or what you are, for you will only come to regret that as
you grow older."

We discussed this for many more minutes, with all the boys asking me
questions, as Graham and Sammy tried to voice some of the concerns Ted had
told them when they were alone earlier.  All in all, I think he felt a
little better once we were done, but he did ask to speak to me alone,
before we were finished, and this startled, and possibly even bothered the
other pair.  I wasn't sure what it was he wanted to discuss with me, but it
seemed important to him, so I offered to listen.

"Mr. Currie," he began, but I stopped him.

"Why don't you just call me Josh?  That's fine with me."  He looked
confused by my request.

"Are you sure?  My father would NEVER let me call an adult by his first
name," he told me.

"And I tell my boys the same thing, unless the adult has advised them to do
otherwise, as I have done.  Besides, your father isn't here and it would
make me feel better if you were less formal.  Okay?"

He smiled and nodded.  "Okay and thank you," he continued.

"Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked him.

"Well, I feel really strange having to ask you this, but I can't ask your
sons.  I'd be too embarrassed just yet.  Anyway, I think you'd be less
likely to laugh at me or make fun of what I say, but I just have to know."
He stopped for an uncomfortable duration of time after saying that.

"What is it you need to know?" I prompted him, hoping to get him started
again.

"If I'm normal," he finally stammered.

"Normal in what way?"

"Well, I hear guys talking in school about how big they are, and they're
saying like seven, eight or even ten inches, and I'm not nearly that big.
Is there something wrong with me?"  He looked really concerned about this.

"No, not at all.  Although some of those boys MIGHT be that big, I think
most of them are probably exaggerating their physical assets and if you saw
them in person, it would most likely be a bit shorter than they claimed.
According to studies, the average male is between five and six inches in
length."

"Really?"  He looked relieved.  "Cuz mine's only about five inches, maybe a
little more."

"Yes, really.  Then you're average."  I smiled at him, but waited for him
to ask his next question.  It took him a few more seconds to get up the
courage though, but he finally did.

"I'm also pretty hairy...not my chest, but the rest of me is.  My legs
almost look like I'm wearing fur pants."  He looked down at the floor after
saying this, almost as if he was embarrassed about that too.

"Heck, lots of guys are hairy, but that's not such a big thing," I advised
him.

"It is for me and I hate to even wear shorts, though I'm forced to for gym
class.  That's when everyone makes wisecracks about my legs.  And my
privates and butt are almost as bad," he added.

"Well, I'm sure it's worse in your own mind, as you think about it a lot
more."

"No, I'm telling you it's awful," he advised me, and then he quickly
dropped his pants, so I could see for myself.  I had to admit his legs WERE
hairier than any of my boys and most men I had ever seen, but I felt I had
to offer him words of encouragement, not confirmation.

"Well, there are ways to solve that problem, if you want to go that route.
You can either shave your legs, or there are other ways to get rid of the
hair, if it bothers you that much."  Even though he appeared encouraged by
my comments, it still looked as if he still had some issues to deal with.
Finally, he got to those too.

"Will that work on this too?" he asked, now dropping his boxers and showing
be a dense tangle of hair on his pubis, his scrotum, and then turning
around to show me his butt.  I also noticed that he did have a rather
diminutive flaccid penis, though it was cut and nice looking, but I'm sure
it got bigger when it was erect.

"Yes, some of those ways will work there too," I said soothingly.  "In
fact, some of the boys might be more than happy to help your do that
personal grooming."  I grinned at him and winked, letting him know I think
they'd even like the idea of doing that for him.

"You really think so?" he asked, amazed.

"I'm almost positive, at least about the two who've been trailing you all
around and were just in here with you.  In fact, I bet if I do this," I
began, swinging the door open, "they might even be listening in."  And
there they were, looking sheepish at first, but then gawking as they saw
Ted standing there with his boxers and pants around his ankles.

"I don't think Ted would mind if you came in," I urged, as Ted scrambled to
pull his clothes back up.  "Don't worry, Ted, and don't be embarrassed," I
said shutting the door behind them.  "I'm sure you'll all be seeing each
other's goodies before long anyway."  He still looked a little humiliated
about the boys having seen him like that, so they quickly scrambled to
rectify the situation.

"Hey, you don't have to be uncomfortable about us seeing you that way,"
Sammy told him.  "We often run around the house nude.  Here, we'll do the
same thing, so you can see what we look like too."  Now that pair dropped
their trousers, exposing themselves to our guest, as if that now made them
all even.  However, Ted just gawked at the pair, his mouth slightly open.

"Damn, is there something else wrong with my dick?" he finally blurted out,
looking at the uncircumcised penises before him.

"No, Ted," I began, "it's just that these two are uncircumcised or uncut,
which means they didn't have their foreskins removed when they were
younger."

"Yeah, watch," Graham told him, "we can make ours look just like yours,"
and then the boys both retracted their foreskin.

"Wow, neat," Ted kind of cooed.  "Are all the other boys like that too?"

"No, it's about half and half here, half cut and half uncut.  I'm sure
before you leave you might see a few of them parading about the house in
the nude.  None of them are very modest."  After this comment, I thought
Ted's eyes were going to nearly pop out of their sockets.

"You're kidding me," he gasped.

"Nope, he's not," Graham chimed in.  "We've even gone to nudist camps and
spent weeks without our clothes on," he laughed.

"In front of other people?" he asked, completely amazed.

"Yep," Sammy told him.  "Old and young, guys and girls.  We all ran around
with nothing on."

"Dang," Ted responded, "my father would kill me, if I did anything like
that."

"Well, as I said earlier," I explained, "he's not here and you can do
anything your comfortable with at our house.

"And that includes sex," Graham added, with a bit of hope in his voice.
This last comment just caused Ted to stare at me, so I thought I should
explain.

"I allow the boys to do things with each other," I told Ted, "as long as
they both agree to it and no one is forced or hurt.  I do make them use
protection, so if you decide to join in, the boys will show you what you
need and how to use it.  If you have any questions you may ask them or me,
and we'll answer you as honestly as we can."

"But I've never done anything before," Ted blurted out, almost looking like
he wished he could take those words back, almost as soon as they were out
of his mouth.

"We all have to have a first time," I conceded, it's just that some got a
chance to start earlier than others.

"But you don't think there's something wrong with me because I've never
done anything," he asked his two new friends and admirers.

"Nope," Sammy said, bluntly.

"We'll be gentle and take good care of you," Graham added, "so don't worry,
if you want to try anything."  Hearing this brought a smile to Ted's face.

"You sure you wouldn't mind, Mr. Currie?"  Ted asked me, which caused me to
frown at him.  "You would, wouldn't you?"

"No, that's not why I gave you that look," I responded.  "What did I just
tell you to call me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry.  Then you sure you won't mind, Josh?"  He looked hopeful.

"Not as long as you all agree to what you do and no one is forced or hurt,"
I reiterated, gaining a huge smile in response.

"My aunt was right about you," he added, "especially when she told me you
could help me feel better about being gay."  That was the first time I'd
heard him use that word without stammering or trying to dance around it, so
I concluded half the battle was already won.  The other boys took this
chance to pull up their own pants, so they could go on their way, and I was
sure Ted was about to get his first sexual experience.  Of course, I was
correct in my assumption, as the three of them headed upstairs to Graham's
room, and this is what I found out about it later.

Once they were alone, the three boys all agreed to take off all their
clothes, so they wouldn't be hindered.  Once this happened, Sammy and
Graham told Ted he could touch their bodies or do whatever he wanted, until
he got comfortable with them.  Hesitantly, he reached a hand out and
touched both their penises, fingering them gently; as this was the first
time he'd ever done anything of this nature.  After a little encouragement,
he began to slide their foreskin back and forth, to see how it worked.  Of
course, this activity caused both boys to get hard, which made Ted beam,
and then he asked my pair what he should do next, but they told him it was
up to him.  When they saw the indecision on his face, they suggested maybe
they could do some things to him first, to show him how it was done.  Not
knowing what else to do, he agreed, and the boys had him lay on the bed,
with one on either side of him.

Once in position, they began to double-team him, as they mimicked each
other's movements on their side of his body.  They started on his nipples,
teaching him that those weren't only meant to pleasure the female body.
Next, they licked their way down his chest, before taking turns on his
navel.  By the time they reached his waist, he was already rock hard, so
they licked both sides of his shaft, causing him to make a few little
throaty noises and begin breathe really hard.  At this point, the boys
communicated wordlessly between them, so Graham crawled between Ted's legs
and began to lick and play with Ted's balls, while Sammy took Ted's cock in
his mouth and began to perform fellatio on him.

With Sammy bobbing up and down on his knob and Graham playfully toying with
his nuts, Ted was soon riding a high he'd never experienced before.  All of
these new sensations soon swept him to the precarious point between
enjoyment and release, and soon his body began to tremble and quake, as the
juices rose up his shaft, soon to paint Sammy's throat with that marvelous
nectar.  These sensations not only caused him untold enjoyment, but the
release also relaxed him so much that he actually fell asleep afterward.
The boys, not knowing what else to do, just cuddled up beside him and
waited for him to wake up.  It was about twenty minutes later before he did
open his eyes again, and then he began to apologize profusely, thinking he
had just committed a major faux pax.  The boys reassured him that wasn't so
unusual, which did help to make him feel a little better, but then he
wanted to do something for them.  They both suggested he just jerk them off
this time, which he did, one at a time, and then the boys went and got the
electric hair trimmer and my electric razor, to take care of his unwanted
hair.

Once Sammy and Graham had finished grooming Ted, one of them came and got
me, dragging me up to Graham's room.  As I went inside, there stood Ted,
stark naked and with the biggest grin on his face I'd ever seen.  "So what
do you think," he wanted to know.  "Does it look better?"

"It's not what I think," I told him, "but are you happy with this 'new'
you?  What do you think of it?"

"I love it, but my dad will freak, if he sees me like this.  I'm not
worried though, cuz he never sees me naked, as he thinks that would make
him gay or something too."  After telling me that, he let out a nervous
little laugh.

"Well, I think it looks awesome," I told him, admiring his handsome,
youthful body, thinking I wished I were his age again, so I could join in
the fun.  I was shocked that he was so open and unabashed about showing off
his body to me, both downstairs and now, but I think part of it was his
overcompensating for his father's attitude.  I think he saw me as someone
he could come to, as if I were his father, and do the things he might have
done with him, had he been more open-minded.  Seeing I wasn't bothered by
his showing off his body, he spun around and even posed for me, and then he
began to tell me what the three of them had done, like I was just one of
the boys.  I guess this meant he accepted me on several levels, not just as
a father substitute, which pleased me even more.  I knew that I had another
boy now, even if he didn't live with us, and his Aunt Jane would make sure
he stayed close, even after he went back home.

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