Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2004 16:16:25 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 8, chapter 10

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Although the boys in these stories have unprotected sex, I strongly urge
all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various
sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse.

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 8-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 10 - Uncertainties.                       March 2004

Nick was very quiet on the ride to the doctor's office and I wasn't sure
why.  Was he pouting about having to go?  Was he worried about having
something?  Or was there something else I was unaware of?  I wasn't sure,
so I just drove on, but he was still silent as we walked in and announced
our arrival.  We took our seats and waited to be called.  As we sat in the
reception area, Nick finally spoke to me.

"You're coming in with me, aren't you, Pop?"  I looked at him kind of
surprised.

"I wasn't sure you'd want me to," I told him honestly, but saw his mildly
shocked expression of surprise.

"Why?  You've seen me naked plenty of times and I want you to see and hear
what the doctor has to say.  I want to prove to you this wasn't necessary."
He had a very determined look on his face and I knew I wasn't going to get
away with saying 'no' to him.

"If that's what you want, then I'll go in with you," I advised him.  He
grinned and nodded in response, so we waited to be called.

It wasn't long before a nurse showed up and called us back to an examining
room, where she weighed and measured Nick before the doctor arrived.  Once
she left the room, Nick sat on the examination table, while I sat in the
chair, and we waited for the doctor to show up.  When the door opened and
the doctor walked in, he made the usual small talk before asking Nick why
he was there.

"Pop wants me to get checked out, to see if I picked up any diseases in
Brazil," he told the doctor, who immediately looked over at me.

"Anything in particular you were concerned about?" he asked, studying me
for my response.

"Yes, there is," I told him.  "Nick is a sexually active young man and I
want to make sure he didn't pick up any sexually transmitted diseases while
he was an exchange student."

"A very wise precaution," the doctor confirmed, turning back toward Nick.
"Don't you practice safe sex, young man?"

"I usually do, but there were a couple of times when I didn't have anything
to use, and I guess rubbers don't always work anyway."

"That's true, the doctor admitted, "so, let's check you out.  Why don't you
get undressed, so I can examine you?  Do you want your father to wait in
the reception area?"

"Heck, no," Nick responded.  "He's seen me naked plenty of times, and
besides, I want to prove to him I'm okay."  The doctor nodded in
understanding.

Nick immediately took off all his clothes, standing naked in front of the
two of us, but the doctor had already advised me he thought it best to give
Nick a complete physical, just to be safe.  I concurred.  He began by doing
the usual things, like checking his eyes, ears and throat, before listening
to his heart and lungs, and then he moved down to the genital area.  He had
Nick lie on the examination table and then slipped on a pair of latex
gloves before he handled Nick's penis. The doctor lifted his manhood,
twisted it around and checked it over completely, using a magnifying glass
to examine the area, before walking to a cabinet and pulling out a battle
of liquid and some large cotton swabs.  Delicately, he coated Nick's penis
with the liquid, and before long a few small white patches began to appear.
The doctor looked up and spoke.

"Well, it seems you have picked up some genital warts during your travels,"
he advised him.

"How could I?" Nick countered.  "I haven't done anything unprotected since
before Christmas, so that's not possible."  He announced that as if it
would clarify everything and prove the doctor's observations were
incorrect.

"Well, genital warts can take weeks or even months before they begin to
appear," the doctor told him.  "They are caused by human papillomavirus, or
HPV, and genital warts are probably the most common STD in the world."

"What was that liquid for?" Nick wanted to know.

"Sometimes genital warts can't be detected using the naked eye and I wasn't
sure if that's what you had.  Sometimes, the warts only become visible
after they have been coated with a thin layer acetic acid, like I used on
you."

"You put acid on my dick?" Nick asked, alarmed, his voice a little louder
than normal and even a little shaky.

"It's not the type of acid or in quantities that will harm you," the doctor
assured him, "so calm down.  It only helps to show us where the warts are."

"What do we do next, doctor?" I asked him.

"Well, let me check him out completely, to see if he might have any more.
Once we've determined the extent of the infection, then I'll have a better
idea about how I want to treat it."

He now swabbed Nick's scrotum in the same liquid, with only one small white
patch appearing, and then he had Nick roll over on his stomach.  With Nick
in that position, the doctor pulled Nick's his butt cheeks apart, and he
swabbed around and inside his rectum, looking for more warts.  Eventually,
the doctor made his announcement.

"Although he does have genital warts, the spread is limited.  I think it's
best to treat them with podophyllum, which we would swab onto each infected
area.  It's a cell poison that will start to kill the warts on contact.  It
will take several treatments in all, but it is usually quite effective, on
such cases."

"First you put acid on my dick and now you're going to rub poison on me?
This doesn't sound good."  Nick looked incredulous.

"Well, young man, you might have been wise to keep it in your pants in the
first place then," the doctor countered, which caused Nick to quickly give
up his protest.

"Will that take care of the problem then?" I asked the doctor.

"For the time being," be told me.  "Once someone is infected with the
virus, you can never really get it out of the body.  Even though we can get
rid of the warts, there is always the possibility they could return at any
time, throughout the rest of his life.  It may not happen, but it is a very
real possibility.  Therefore, it is imperative that he never engage in
unprotected sexual activity again, to avoid the risk of infecting any of
his partners."

Nick and I both looked at each other and then he nodded that he would
comply with those instructions.  I think he's learned a valuable lesson,
but I just hoped it wasn't too little, too late.

"Is there a drug that can keep others from contracting the warts," I asked
the doctor, thinking about all the other boys.

"No, I'm afraid not.  The only way to prevent the spread of HPV is to avoid
having contact with an infected person."

That wasn't terrible news, but I hoped there might be something we could
give everyone else, to keep them from getting the warts too.  Knowing Nick,
this wasn't going to stop him from being tempted to mess around with others
in the house too.  "What's next, doctor?" I asked, seeing what we should do
next.

"Well, I'll swab those areas down with the podophyllum and then we'll do a
blood workup on him, to check for other possible infections, including
HIV," he announced, which seemed to strike Nick hard, almost as if he'd
been punched squarely between the eyes.  I was sure Nick would relate all
this information to the rest of the boys, so they might benefit from this
more than he would, though I prayed the doctor would discover nothing more
serious.

After treating the visible genital warts, the doctor gave us some more
information.  "We'll have to repeat this procedure several times, to make
sure we've gotten rid of all of them and more haven't appeared.  I'll have
the receptionist set you up with another appointment before you leave."
Before he left us, he told us a technician would be coming in soon to draw
some blood from Nick and have Nick supply a urine sample.  He told us to
wait about ten minutes, to let the podophyllum sink in and dry first, and
then Nick could get dressed again.  He advised me that once Nick was
presentable again, I should open the door to the examination room to let
the technician know it was all right to enter and do her job.

"How long before we know the results of those tests?" I asked the
physician.

"Within a few days.  My office will call you and set up a time to come in
for a consultation, once we have the results back.  We like to see you in
person to do this, just in case there are other issues to discuss."

"So you won't tell me over the phone?" Nick questioned.

"No.  We only do that during a face to face consultation," the doctor
confirmed.  Nick didn't like that idea, but he knew it wouldn't change how
this was going to go down, no matter how much he protested, so we both
thanked the doctor for his help.  The physician left us alone in the room
after that, but I could see the concerned look on Nick's face.

"Damn," Nick began, once the door closed behind the healer.  "I didn't
think I had anything to worry about.  I guess I was a little stupid, huh?"
he asked me.

"Well, you do seem to listen to the wrong head most of the time," I advised
him.  He only nodded weakly in agreement.

"I'm sorry," he told me, somewhat sheepishly.  "I really did think I had
been careful enough while I was there.  I guess I'm not too smart."  He
hung his head again.

"You aren't the first or won't be the last person to make such mistakes,
though we always hope we can protect those we love from anything harmful,"
I informed him.

"I know and I'm glad you made me come get checked out now," he confirmed.
"I wouldn't want to be responsible for infecting Shannon or any of the
others.  Does this mean I can't have sex for a while now?"

"I think the doctor just said you have to be careful you always have
protected sex from now on, not just for your benefit, but to keep your
partners from being infected with the genital warts or anything else you
might have contracted.  However, until your other tests come back, I don't
want you doing anything with anyone."

"You think I've got other stuff too?" he asked, alarmed and shocked.

"It's a possibility," I warned him, "but we'll know for sure once the other
test results are in."  He gave me another weak nod and then I told him he
could get up and get dressed again.  As he buttoned the last button on his
shirt, I opened the door to the room and then we waited for the technician
to arrive.  We only had to wait a few more minutes alone before she
appeared, and she quickly filled several vials with Nick's blood, gave give
a bottle to urinate in and directed him to the toilet.  Before she left,
she told Nick where to leave the urine sample and then advised us we should
go to the front desk and see what else we might need to do.

Other than paying the co-payment and being given a card with the next
appointment date on it, there were no other instructions, so we headed
home.  Now, we'd just have to wait for the call notifying us the results of
his tests were in.

On the way home from the doctor's office, Nick addressed me again.  "I'm
sorry.  I kind of blew it, didn't I?"

"Well, let's just hope the warts are the only thing you picked up down
there."

"I'm going to have to tell Shannon, aren't I?"  He was looking intently at
me, studying my reaction.

"Yes, he'll have to know, so he can protect himself too."

"Isn't there something he can take to keep from getting them?" Nick asked,
hopefully.

"No.  Don't you remember me asking the doctor that?"

"No," Nick responded.  "I guess I must have been thinking about other
things when you talked about that."  He was looking very uncomfortable at
this point and I knew there was more on his mind than what we just talked
about.  Finally, he let me know what that was.  "Do we have to tell
Shannon's dad too?" he asked, looking very worried.  "I think he already
hates me and this will only make it worse."

"Jake doesn't hate you," I told him, but realized my assurance would not be
enough to relieve his fears.  I had to try to explain Jake's concerns to
him, so maybe Nick could identify with why Jake might have some questions
about Shannon and Nick's relationship.  "It's just that Jake knows you like
to have a lot of sex, and you do it with many different guys, and he's
worried you might pick something up and then give it to Shannon.  His
biggest worry is for his son's well-being, but that doesn't mean he hates
you."  Nick let out a little snort before he responded to my comments.

"Yeah and now he's going to find I DID pick something up, so he won't want
me with Shannon any more."  Nick slumped down in his seat and looked very
dejected.

"I don't think Jake will do that, because he knows how much Shannon cares
about you, but he will probably insist you two be more careful in the
future."  Nick turned his head toward me now, and I saw a glimmer of hope
registering in his eyes, but his body language told me he wasn't quite sure
he believed what I had told him.

"Look, Jake wants Shannon to be happy," I explained, "but Jake's biggest
concern is that Shannon is safe.  That's why I insisted you be careful
while you were away and why I sent you all those supplies.  I wanted BOTH
of you to be safe.  If you were monogamous, Jake would not question your
relationship with Shannon at all, so that should prove to you that he
doesn't hate you."

"Monogamous, as in meaning I don't fool around with anyone else?" Nick
asked, trying to make sure he understood the situation completely.

"Yes.  Technically, that word means a person would be married to only one
other at a time, but in this case it would be understood that a person is
limited to one sexual partner exclusively."

"Man, that would be tough," Nicked responded, honestly, "but I guess if it
meant Jake wouldn't try to split us up, I'd be willing to try.  I really do
love Shannon, and it's not just about the sex either.  There's something
about him that I haven't felt with the other guys I've been with.  I was
thinking about that while I was away, because it was never quite the same
when I was with anyone else.  I think that's when it finally dawned on me
how much Shannon really means to me and that I love him.  You can't
understand how bad I feel, now that I've found out I picked something up
fooling around with someone while I was away, and I'm scared that I might
lose Shannon because of it.  I guess it also makes me realize how dangerous
the things I do really are and that the things I do don't just affect me.
I mean, I could have picked up AIDS and be dying now, but worse than that,
I could have given it to Shannon too."  He hung his head and I knew he was
finally coming to grips with the fact that his actions had consequences and
that even though he was very young, he was not immortal.  I would even
wager he was thinking about Brent and Cody's deaths too, as he accepted the
fact that it's not just old people who die.

"I think you're finally beginning to grow up," I told Nick, "and I don't
mean physically.  Some people don't really grow up until they're in their
twenties or thirties, while others never seem to grow up at all, so I'm not
belittling you here.  It's just that the things you've just told me means
you're beginning to put other people's welfare on an equal plane, or even
ahead of your own, and to me that marks a very big sign of maturity.  I'm
very proud of you."

He looked up and gave me a weak grin.  "Thanks, but why didn't you just
tell me this before?" he wanted to know.

"Oh, I could have told you, and many times I've tried to indicate such
things to you and the others, but people don't always learn by being told.
Sometimes they have to piece things together for themselves and draw their
own conclusions, or else it doesn't have the same meaning.  You've finally
come to that realization on your own, so now you'll be more deeply
committed to living by your decision and not trying to live by what you've
been told."

"Do you think I can really do this?" he asked, looking concerned.  "I mean,
I've never been able to limit myself to just one guy before."

"I think it's because you've lacked the motivation in the past," I told
him, honestly, "but now that you're concerned about losing Shannon or
exposing him to some potentially fatal disease, I think you might be able
to do it."  His grin broadened slightly, as my words began to sink in.

"I'll really try my best, because I really do love Shannon," he explained.
"You know, I never thought I'd be able to say that and really mean it, but
I think I can and do now."  That alone shocked and impressed me and maybe
Nick was changing and maturing.  I'm sure both Shannon and Jake will be
pleased to hear that.

"Nick, I have to tell you I'm impressed with your change in attitude and I
have faith that you will do your best and succeed."  He smiled and nodded,
letting me know he appreciated my support.

"I just hope all the other tests come back negative," he advised me.  "Now
that I've decided I want to be with just Shannon, I'd hate for any of the
stuff I did while I was away ruin it."  He did look extremely concerned.

"Nick, I hope they all come back negative too," I agreed, "but we will know
for sure in a few days, so let's just wait and see."  He nodded again and
we dropped the subject, and soon we were back home, so Nick went off to
find Shannon, to inform him that he learned he had genital warts.  I knew
this wouldn't be easy for him, but he was going through with it.

As he walked away, I decided I had to use the downstairs bathroom, but as I
entered it, I discovered something I wasn't ready for.  Andrew was busy
undoing the showerhead as I walked in.  "What are you doing?" I asked him,
causing him to jump, as he hadn't heard me enter.  Realizing I was there,
he froze and looked like the proverbial boy caught with his hand in the
cookie jar.

"It's you, isn't it?" I asked him.  "You're the guy pulling off all these
new pranks, aren't you?"  He didn't answer me, but I could tell by the look
on his face that I was correct.  I pushed the door to the bathroom shut, so
I could speak to him without drawing attention or being overheard.

"Okay, what's up and why are you doing this?" I asked him.  He didn't
answer right away, but I think he realized I wasn't giving up until he told
me what I wanted to know.

"Well," he hesitantly began, "I started doing this to prove I could do
things like the older guys do, but some of the first things I did, everyone
thought it was Ricky doing it.  That's why I did those things to Ricky, so
they could see it wasn't him."

"Oh, I see," I told him, trying to give him enough encouragement to
continue, "but you didn't stop there.  So, why did you keep going?"

"Everyone started saying whoever pulled that off on Ricky must be really
good, so I just thought I'd see how good I really was," he admitted, but I
could tell he was proud of himself and what he'd done.  I also knew he
enjoyed how the others perceived him now, even though they didn't know he
was the one who was doing these things.

"Wait a minute," I told him, thinking of something else.  "Didn't one of
those pranks get pulled on you too?"  He smiled.

"I told everybody it did, but I was only making that up."

"Why did you do that?" I asked, though I assumed I already knew the answer.

"So they wouldn't figure out it was me," he responded, honestly.

"But I thought you WANTED them to know you did those things, so they'd be
impressed by what you'd done."  He had a thoughtful look on his face now.

"I do want them to know, but not yet," he admitted.  "I want to make them
talk about all the things I do and go crazy trying to figure out who's
doing it, because I know none of them think I can do all these things.
That way when they do find out it was me, they'll be even more shocked."
He smiled at me and I was impressed by his planning and how thoroughly he
had thought this out.

"Okay, I can understand that, but what were you doing when I caught you?" I
asked him.

"I was loosening the shower head, so it would come off when the next person
takes their shower in here," he admitted.

"You know that most likely would have been Jake or me," I told him, and he
grinned broadly.

"I know," he conceded, "but I thought the guys would really think the guy
who was doing these things was neat, if he had the guts to do it to either
of you too."  I saw the logic behind his plan, and was amazed by his
audacity.  However, I thought I had to do something about that, so I
grabbed him and began tickling him.  He burst into laughter.

"Stop, stop," he pleaded, but I didn't let up.

"So, you thought you'd get Jake or me, did you, you little twerp," I teased
him.  "Let's see how you like being gotten."  He was squirming about wildly
in my arms, laughing hysterically.

"Stop, Dad.  Please stop," he whined, through his giggles.  Finally, I
began to let up.

"Okay, Mr. Prankster," I began, "I'll stop if you take Jake and me off your
hit list."  He looked at me and pretended to be thinking about my request,
but I thought he needed a little more encouragement, so I began to tickle
him some more.  He began laughing again and wiggling about.

"Okay, okay," he conceded.  "I'll leave you two alone."  I started to ease
up on the tickling, but not quit altogether, just to see if he was going to
try to pull something else.  I was just about to stop completely, when he
added something else.

"For now," he told me.  That was a challenge, so I wrapped him up in my
arms and started rubbing my stubble into his neck, causing him to squirm
and wiggle some more, trying to break free.

"Sure you don't want to take us off your list completely" I asked him, as a
hint as to why I was doing this.  He giggled some more and then I eased up
on my assault.

"You're a cheater," he told me, while looking at me and trying to fake a
frown.

"Oh, and what you're doing isn't sneaky and underhanded?" I countered,
causing him to smile again.

"Maybe," he admitted.

"Then we're even," I added, "so what do you say about leaving Jake and me
out of this then?"  He feigned a hurt look and then nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it," he gave in, "but the rest of the guys won't think it's
as good, if I don't get you and Jake too."  He looked at me now, as if he
were expecting me to tell him I'd changed my mind.

"You'll survive," I responded, letting him know that wasn't going to
happen.

I helped him tighten the showerhead back on before we left the bathroom,
and he made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone else that he was the one
pulling all the practical jokes.  I wouldn't have ratted him out anyway, as
I thought his stunts were quite funny too, as long as no one was getting
hurt in any way.  I had to admit, though, that my impression of Andrew had
changed, because I never thought he had it in him.  I guess I have been
misreading him.

Later that evening Jake came up to me, looking very concerned.  "I heard
that Nick has genital warts," he told me.  "I wonder what else he's picked
up?"

I knew this was leading somewhere and I was afraid where it was going.
"The test results will be back within a few days," I told him.  "So we'll
know for sure by then."

He looked at me, with a determined look on his face.  "I'm not sure I want
him and Shannon together any more."  I understood his concern, but I felt I
had to point out this wasn't his choice.

"Jake, Shannon is old enough to make up his own mind now.  You can't tell
him what to do, like he was a little kid any more.  You can tell him your
concerns, but ultimately it has to be up to him."

"Josh, I don't want my son exposed to all that crap," he shot back, letting
go of some of his pent up frustration.

"And I can understand that, but Shannon knows what Nick is like.  If he's
willing to accept that, then I'm afraid you'll have to learn to accept it
too, or chance losing him."

"Josh, I don't want to lose him either way," he explained.  "I don't want
to push him away, but I don't want to lose him to some sexually transmitted
disease either."

"Jake, there aren't many fatal or debilitating sexually transmitted
diseases any more, with the exception of HIV.  I think you'll have to trust
your son's judgment here.  You can discuss your concerns with him, but
don't try to issue any ultimatums.  However, I suggest you wait until all
the test results are back, before you push the panic button here."  He
finally agreed to do both things, talk to Shannon, but also wait until all
the results were in.  Now, we just had to wait for the doctor's office to
call.

The following weekend was Easter and we were preparing for a big Easter
celebration.  I had Vinnie call Duck, to see if he was still planning on
coming for Easter, but we thought he seemed to be having second thoughts
about joining us.

"Are you sure it's okay?" he asked Vinnie.  "I mean, from the sounds of it,
you're having a whole lot of people over and maybe I should wait until
another time."

"There's always that many people over," Vinnie agreed, somewhat confused by
why that should make a difference, "so it will always be the same.  It's
just that we have a very big family, and now you're part of it, so you'd
better get used to it."

"But there will be so many people I don't know," Duck protested.

"You'll know them after we introduce you, so it's no big deal," Vinnie
assured him.  "Come on.  Pop really wants you to join us."

"He does?"  Duck sounded surprised.

"Yes, he does," Vinnie reiterated.  "He wants to introduce you to the whole
family.  He even said to have you bring your girlfriend with you."

"Tell him thanks, but she's going home to be with her family.  She invited
me to go with her, but she was taking a week of vacation too, so she could
spend more time with them, and I didn't want to do that.  This is a busy
time at work for us."

"Well, come alone then," Vinnie insisted.  "It's not good to spend holidays
alone and you're family now, so come spend it with your family."  I think
that comment touched Duck.

"You really think of me as family?" Duck asked, not quite believing that
could be true.

"Not just me," Vinnie told him, "but Kevin and Pop too, and I'm sure the
others will feel that way also, once they've met you."

"Well, it sounds nice, so I'll come," he advised Vinnie, but then there was
a momentary silence.  "Hey, Vinnie, tell your pop I really appreciate this.
I haven't had a family to be with in years and I think I might even enjoy
this."  Vinnie could sense the hint of excitement in Duck's voice and was
pleased that he was coming.

"Duck, this is going to be soooo great," Vinnie added.  "I can't wait to
see you again."

They ended their conversation shortly thereafter, and then Vinnie came to
me, to let me know Duck had accepted our invitation.  I could tell how
pleased he was, especially since he had told me earlier that he thought
Duck might change his mind about coming.  He thought Duck might have been
somewhat intimidated, once he learned about the imposing number of people
who would be coming here for dinner too.  I had helped him prepare his
argument to use with Duck, so I guessed it had worked, and now we were both
pleased he would be joining us.

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