Date: Fri, 22 Oct 2004 22:08:26 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - book 8, chapter 20

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sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse.

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 8-by BW  (Yng-Friends).   Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 20 - Good times and bad.                  May 2004

Jake and I got up early Sunday morning and began to get things ready for
the party.  We were having a cookout and the entire extended family had
been invited, although I advised them presents were not necessary.  We had
decided that once the boys reached eighteen the idea of gifts would be
optional, as we would bankrupt the extended family otherwise, especially
since our family continued to grow.  The boys understood this and had
agreed with our logic, especially since they all had pretty sizable trust
funds and weren't really hurting for anything.  However, when it came to
Jake and me, they were still on our gift list.  Knowing that, we asked the
two boys to come with us and took them out for a little ride.

We drove directly to my friend's car lot and the boys wanted to know what
we were doing there.  After changing subjects and avoiding their questions,
we got out of the car and I took them over to where two SUVs were parked.
"Seeing you're the oldest, you get first choice," I said, looking at
Dustin.  "They aren't exclusively yours, but you will be the primary user
and responsible for their care, maintenance and deciding whom you'll allow
to borrow them and when."  Both Danny and Dustin's mouths dropped open with
that news.

"Really?" Dustin asked, in order to confirm he had heard me correctly.

"Yes, really," I assured him.

"That means we'll have them all summer and we'll be able to take them to
college with us too?"

"Absolutely, although you will each be expected to transport some of your
brothers to and from their colleges as well, so Jake and I don't have to."
The boys were now beaming.

"Deal," they both chimed in.

"Thanks, Dad one and Dad two," Danny added, giving Jake a promotion from
Uncle Jake to Dad 2, which made both of us grin in approval.

"Yes," Dustin agreed, giving us both a very powerful embrace of gratitude.
Once his hug was broken, I looked back at him.

"Well, you still haven't told me which one you want," I emphasized,
pointing at both the Jeep Grand Cherokee and the Dodge Durango.  In order
to make his choice, he moved over to check each vehicle out, with Danny
right at his heels.  They were excitedly opening doors and slipping in and
out of the various openings, and checking both vehicles out from all
possible angles.  They took turns getting behind the wheel of each vehicle,
and when they did I handed them the keys I'd picked up from the owner on
Friday, when I finalized their purchase.  Both boys were quick to check out
the radios, CD players and speakers, to see if they'd give off that
rhythmic, body-pounding beat that teens seem to love, and then they'd walk
around the exteriors again, to get a final, overall impression.  I'm sure
they were trying to get a feel for what their friends would think when they
first saw them in their new set of wheels.  After struggling with his
decision for several minutes, Dustin finally gave me his choice.

"I'll take the Jeep," he told me, looking pleased with his selection.  I
quickly glanced at Danny to catch his reaction, but it hadn't change.  I
think he was happy just to know he'd have one of them.

"Okay, then I want each of you to drive your vehicle home," I told them,
getting a confused look.

"You mean you've already bought them for us?" Danny asked.

"Yep, all there was left was for Dustin to decide which one he wanted," I
informed them.  "I even had them added to the insurance policy on Friday
and, if you hadn't noticed, they even have license plates on them."  That
comment made both boys move to the rear of each vehicle to verify this, and
when they came back around, they headed straight for the driver's door.
"Just take it easy and we'll see you at home," I added, before Jake and I
got back in the Yukon and drove off.

"Once they pulled in the driveway, news spread quickly and soon all the
boys were out looking at the new SUVs and getting the lowdown from their
older brothers.  It took quite a while for the excitement to die down, but
we weren't going to rush them.  We wanted them to be able to savor the
moment.  In the meantime, Jake and I went back inside the house, to
continue our preparations.

When our guests began to arrive, we went outside to sit and talk, but Jake
and I also started up the grill, before pulling out the marinated steaks,
BBQ chicken, and the sausages, hot dogs and hamburgers to throw on the
fire.  Soon we were bringing out the salads and other items, so everyone
could sit down and begin to eat.  We had a great time, eating and catching
up on things, and I told Sally and Steve about our visit to the farms the
previous day.  They were both interested in Jake's and my observations and
they were pleased to hear that we thought things were going well.  We also
discussed my boys and everyone wanted to know how Jesse was doing, so I
quickly brought them up to speed.  By the time we had finished eating,
Danny and Dustin were anxious to show off their new toys some more, so they
began taking everyone out for short rides.

Once each person who wanted to go with them had a chance to do so, we all
gathered out back again and Jake and I brought out the cakes and ice cream.
It was time for dessert.  After giving everyone their choices, Jake and I
took what we wanted and sat down to join them.  When the desserts had been
eaten and the dishes taken care of, the boys were given the last of their
presents to open.  They received some nice things, although I won't bore
you with all the details, but I think at that point they would have been
satisfied with whatever they got.

When the party broke up and the guests left, I had everyone except the
college boys get ready for bed, because they still had one more week of
school to attend.  Next weekendd Cole, Trey, Nick and Vinnie would be
graduating, so we had another full week of activity in store for us.  I was
sitting and relaxing in the living room when Dion came up to me.

"Dad, may I speak to you alone, please?" he asked.

"Certainly," I responded, getting up and going out onto the front porch
with him.  Once we were by ourselves, he began to inform me about what was
troubling him.

"Dad, something's up with Sam and I think you need to talk to him about
it?"  I was confused.

"And what's up with Sam?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't know, but he's been acting really strange lately," Dion confided.
"And I think something was up when we ran into him at the movies.  I don't
think those guys he was with were happy that we offered to bring him home
with us."

"Thanks for the heads up," I told him, "and I will try to see what's going
on.  Please let me know if you learn anything more, though."

"I will, Dad, and thanks.  I'm kind of worried about him.  He's small and I
think those guys were taking advantage of the fact that he can't fight
back."

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention and I will try to see if I can
find out what's been happening."

I didn't have time to speak with Sammy that evening, as I was afraid that
if I went to confront him right after everyone saw Dion and me chatting,
he'd get upset with Dion.  Therefore, I decided to wait until the next day,
after school, when I could try to get him alone.  I thought approaching
Sammy would best be done one-on-one.

I didn't sleep well that night, as I began to ask myself many questions
about the boys Sammy was with that evening.  Was I wrong in letting him go
with them?  What was going on here that I wasn't seeing?  Was Sammy getting
involved in something illegal?

All day Monday my thoughts were consumed with what Sammy might have gotten
himself into and the meetings I had to attend after school only prolonged
the suspense.  I couldn't wait to get home, so I could question him about
what was going on.  I had barely pulled in our driveway when Cole bolted
from the house and raced to the passenger's side of the Yukon.  He opened
the door, stuck his head inside, and informed me about what he wanted.

"Dad, could you take me for a short ride, so we can talk?"  I was intrigued
by his approached.

"Yes, sure, Cole," I told him, still confused.  "It sounds important."

"It is, Dad," he confirmed, "but I don't want to do this in this house."
This comment baffled me even more, but I decided to do as he requested.
Slowly, I backed out of the driveway and headed down the street, without
any specific destination in mind.

"What's up, Cole?" I asked, once we were out of sight of the house.  He
hesitated briefly before responding.

"It's Sammy," he told me.  "I heard something about him in school today and
I think you're going to freak out when I tell you about it."  He had piqued
my curiosity now, especially since he wasn't the first person to come to me
about Sammy in the past couple of days.

"So, what did you hear?" I asked, trying to discover more.

"I heard that this group of guys is going to make Sammy do this girl to
prove he's not gay.  She a real slut and will do it with anyone," he added.

"I take it when you say 'do' this girl, you're referring to having
intercourse?" I tried to clarify.

"Yeah," he responded.  "That's what they told him."

"But why would Sammy go along with this and not come to tell me about it?"
I wanted to know.

"I think he's scared.  The guy who told me about this said he thinks those
guys threatened to beat the crap out of Sammy if he said anything," he
clarified, making things begin to add up for me.

"Do you know who these boys are?" I asked, trying to pry more information
from him.

"Yeah," he responded, and then quickly rattled off the names of the fellows
Sammy went to the movies with on Friday.  "But that's not the worst part,
Dad," he quickly added.

"Oh?  What can be worse than that?" I shot back.

"Dad, they've told him he can't use a rubber."

"What?  Why would they do that?"  I was becoming furious now.

"I was told he was supposed to do this a few days ago and something
happened or he backed out...I'm not sure which.  But now they told him he
can't use a rubber or they'll rip his dick off.  I'm not sure that's
exactly what they said, but that's what everyone seems to be saying," he
clarified.  Cole was right.  I didn't like what I was hearing.

"That makes no sense at all," I nearly screamed.  "What is their reason for
making him risk catching some disease, especially since you've said that
girl sleeps around, or have him risk getting her pregnant?"

"Do you think these guys are trying to make sense, Dad?" Cole asked, eying
me curiously.  "They just hate gays and I bet they think they'll embarrass
Sammy this way.  They don't care whether either of them catch anything or
if she gets pregnant," he added, and I had to agree with him about this.

After thanking Cole for alerting me about this problem, I turned the Yukon
around and headed back home.  I knew I had to confront Sammy about this,
but felt it best if I waited until after dinner now.  That would give me
time to collect my composure and decide how I wanted to tackle this
problem.  I had a thousand questions running through my mind, but they only
added to my confusion.

Fortunately, I didn't have to go back out again this evening, as there was
nothing extra on my schedule.  In fact, this was the first night in two
weeks that I didn't have to leave again after dinner, and it was the only
night this week I would be able to enjoy such a luxury.  It also left me
free to deal with this situation, but now I had to figure out how I was
going to do that.

While we were fixing dinner, I whispered what I'd been told to Jake, to get
his take on the problem.  He immediately told me this sounded similar to
the problems he'd heard Brandon had suffered at school, before he and
Shannon had come to live with us.  He told me Brandon and Danny had told
Shannon and him about those things, in an attempt to make Shannon feel
better about the problems he was facing at that time.  I had nearly
forgotten about what Brandon had endured, and I certainly didn't think of
it when I had learned about what was happening to Sammy, but it all began
to make sense now.  It also gave me another perspective on what Sammy might
be going through.

Dinner seemed to drag on tonight and I felt the conversation was much more
subdued than was normal, even with all of the boys at home.  Maybe that was
only because I had so many things on my mind, including the suspicions Cole
and Dion had confided about their brother.  Whatever the reason, I was
happy when the boys began to ask to be excused from the table.  However,
when Sammy asked to leave, I felt it was time to make my move.

"Sam, you may be excused, but I need to speak with you before you do
anything else.  Would you mind joining me in my room for a few minutes?"
He looked nervous and possibly scared, so I wasn't sure if he had guessed
what I wanted to see him about.  He nodded weakly, to let me know he would
do as I asked, and then he followed me to my room.  Once inside, I closed
the door and turned to face him.

"Sam, I heard some alarming rumors today," I began, which elicited a
shocked reaction from him.  He stood frozen in place, his eyes bulging and
his mouth hanging open, completely transfixed, like a deer caught in the
headlights of a car.  Eventually, though, he found his tongue again.

"Who told you these things?" he mumbled, totally uncertain about what was
going to happen next.

"Does it matter whom I heard it from?" I asked, avoiding his question.  "I
think the important thing is WHAT I heard.  Is it true?"  I was hoping to
trick him in to giving me his reaction before I disclosed what I had
learned.  He just stood there, staring at me blankly.  Finally, he
responded.

"What did you hear?" he asked, cautiously trying to discover how much I
knew.  I felt I wasn't going to gain anything with this cat and mouse game,
so I took the direct approach.

"I heard that you're involved with sexual activities with a girl from
school, in an attempt to prove you aren't gay."  This comment seemed to put
him in another catatonic state, so I spoke again, to bring him back out of
it.  "Well, is this true?" I prodded.

Sammy hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before speaking.  Even before he
answered me, I could see his eyes begin to water and knew the rumors were
true.  I pulled Sammy against my chest and gave him a hug, to let him know
it was okay and I wasn't going to turn on him too.  As soon as he was
wrapped up in my arms, he began to spill his guts.  "Dad, these are the
guys who were writing on the posters and tearing them down.  They said all
of us Currie's were fags and I told them that wasn't true.  They called me
a fag again, so I told them I liked girls.  I didn't tell them I was bi,
because I thought they would have felt that was pretty much the same
thing."

"I understand, Sam," I said soothingly, with my arms still entwined about
him.  "So what happened after that?"

"They told me I had to prove that I liked girls, so they made me do things
with that girl," he informed me.

"And what did they make you do and when?" I wondered.

"Well, do you remember that first time I stayed after school and walked
home?" he asked me.

"Yes, I do," I responded.

"Well, that night they made me show up after school and they made me let
that girl give me a blow-job, while they watched."  He seemed a little
uneasy thinking about what had happened that evening.

"So, I take it that didn't end it?" I prodded again.

"No.  One of them said even a fag would shot if someone sucked on them, so
they told me I'd have to do more.  They didn't tell me what, but that's why
I had to go to the movies with them on Friday."  I thought I saw what was
coming next, but I let him continue.

"At the movie, they had that girl sit next to me, and I had to finger her,
while she jerked me off.  I was supposed to fuck her after the movie, but
as we were coming out of the theater, we ran into Kevin, Vinnie, Trey and
Dion.  Kevin told me I could ride home with them, so I wouldn't be late,
but those guys didn't want me to leave.  They were really pissed when I
told them I'd better go with my brothers and after that things got kind of
nasty."

"How so?" I wondered.

"Well, now they told me I had to fuck her, but I couldn't use a condom.
They said that's what I got for taking off on them Friday night."

"But why would you do that?" I confronted him, and once again he let his
chin drop to his chest before he responded.

"They said they'd make me really sorry if I didn't," he finally replied.

"And how would they do that?" I countered.

"The said they'd not only beat up me, but all my brothers too, which
included Andrew and Jesse.  And they'd have done it too, so I couldn't let
this happen," he tried to reason.

"I can understand how you got dragged into this, Sam," I reassured him,
"but you should have come to me and let me know what was going on."

"I couldn't, Dad," he whined, almost crying.  "They told me if I told
ANYONE, they'd start beating up the fags in our family.  They told me fags
don't deserve to live."  That comment sent a chill down my spine.

"Well, we're going to have to take care of this problem now," I advised
him.

"But, Dad, if they find out you know...that I told you." he began, but I
cut him off.

"Don't worry, they won't find out," I assured him.  "We'll do this very
secretively.  When are you supposed to meet up with them again?"

"They're going to let me know," he responded, hesitantly.

"Well, when they do, I want you to tell me immediately."  Sammy merely
nodded in response and then we left my room.  I knew I'd have to find a way
to handle this before he was forced to take that final step, but this week
was already going to be hectic, so I hoped I'd get enough lead time to deal
with whatever those boys came up with.

Even though I was still greatly concerned about what was happening to
Sammy, I had to bury myself in my work at school, as this was the final
week before graduation.  It was a long, tiring day, but thankfully the last
meeting I had to attend ran smoothly and ended quickly.  I was anxious to
leave and get back home.  I pulled in the driveway just as Andrew and Jesse
were returning from their bike ride.  They were both smiling broadly,
though I could tell they were a bit tired too.  They were still enjoying
their daily outings and I was glad they had that time together.  After
chatting briefly, they left to put their bikes away and I went into the
house.  I wanted to find Sammy and see if he'd learned anything more.  I
found him alone in his room, so I went in to speak with him.

"Hey, Sam.  Have a good day?" I asked, in an attempt to break the ice.

"It was okay," he told me, not offering up any extra information.

"Did you learn anything more?" I prodded, trying to determine if those boys
were still pushing him to go through with their previous threat.

"Yeah, they said it would happen on Friday or Saturday, but they didn't
know exactly when yet.  They said they'd tell me tomorrow for sure.  I told
them this weekend would be hard for me to get away, with everything we had
going on," Sammy continued.  "I explained there was graduation practice on
Friday and we had to help get the house ready for the graduation party on
Saturday, and we had church and Pat's birthday party on Sunday.  I thought
maybe that would make them lay off, but they said if I wussed out this
time, I wouldn't like what happened afterward."  That was an ominous threat
for Sammy to have to deal with.

"Look, let me know when you hear more.  I think I have an idea on how to
end this for you."  He seemed pleased to hear that and it seemed to take a
little of the burden off his shoulders, but I wasn't about to share any
specific information about my plan with him.  I hoped just knowing I had an
idea would keep him from worrying so much about this.

Wednesday went much like Tuesday, except my day seemed to last even longer.
By the time I got home, I was exhausted, but I knew my day wasn't over yet.
I found Sammy shortly after entering the house and quickly learned that
those boys weren't going to let up on their demands.

"Dad, I had to really argue with them, but I finally go them to agree to
wait until Monday.  After telling them over and over again about how hard
it would be for me to get away this weekend, they finally gave in and said
we'd do it Monday, in the small woods by the athletic fields at the
school."  I thanked Sammy for the information, told him I'd refine what I
had in mind to make those boys pay for what they were trying to do to him.

The rest of the week flew by, in a blur of activity.  Final exams were
taken, teachers began to clean up their rooms and store things away for the
summer, and the seniors were getting excited about their big day.  The
graduation rehearsal went smoothly, even though a couple of clowns tried to
use the practice as a showcase for their sense of humor, but the faculty
quickly regained control of the situation.  Now, all that was left was the
real thing.

That evening, Jake, the boys and I spent most of our time setting up large
tents and filling them with tables and chairs I'd borrowed from the school,
to use for our graduation party.  It was a lot of work, but I knew the boys
would appreciate our efforts, so that made it easier to keep going.  When
those preparations had been completed, we moved on to the next phase,
finishing up the signs and I checked with the caterer to make sure
everything was going to be as I had requested.  When all of those tasks had
been completed, we decided to relax for the rest of the evening.

Saturday started off as a mass of confusion.  Everyone was taking showers,
polishing shoes, and rushing about trying to locate last minute items they
needed, but the seniors also had to make sure they had their caps and
gowns, which Jake and I had ironed for them.  Once everyone was ready, we
drove to the high school.  The seniors took their own vehicle, so we could
come back and get things set up for the party while they were saying their
good-byes to their friends and teachers.  Of course, I couldn't stay with
the family once we got to the school, because I had my own duties to
perform, so Jake took the rest of the boys to find seats.

The graduation went smoothly and I had the pleasure of presenting diplomas
to each of my sons.  Now, I had four more boys who were no longer in public
school, which meant there were only six sons left in the local school
district.  After the ceremony had concluded, we quickly congratulated the
graduates and then left them to do their own thing, while we took everyone
else home to set up for the party.  As we started filling the coolers with
soda and icing them down, the caterer showed up and began to unload the
food.  The cold dishes we put on ice, while the hot dishes had a Sterno
fire lit under them.  Dustin came back after buying a keg of beer for the
adults, and we iced that down too, which meant the only thing left to do
was to put up the congratulatory signs.  Jake had already started to do
that and had the signs for Cole and Trey up already, so some of the older
boys helped him put up the signs for Vinnie and Nick too.

Once the party started, there was a constant flow of people in and out of
the tents, including other graduates, various friends and our extended
family.  Everyone seemed to be enjoying himself, including my youngest
pair, but the four seniors were having the most fun of all.  As you might
know, there is a sense of freedom that comes from knowing you are no longer
in high school, and this euphoria, combined with all the people who had
come to celebrate with them, had propelled the boys into some rowdy antics.
In addition to some horseplay, they all teased each other about their
rankings in the class, which concerned me at first because of Cole's
learning problems.  To my surprise, he not only seemed to take it well and
in stride, but he was one of the instigators for this activity, ragging on
those closest to him in the rankings.  He would say things like, "at least
I have an excuse for being that far down on the list, but how did you screw
up so badly," or "man, I may have problems, but you're obviously dumber
than you look - if that's possible."  Actually, none of them had done all
that poorly, and because of Cole's outstanding grades in his technical
classes, he was in the upper portion of the third quartile of the
graduating class.

The party went on for several hours, with people continually coming and
going, but it was a huge success.  Once the last of the guests had
departed, some of the boys helped Jake and me clean up the mess, because
now we had to get ready for Pat's birthday party the next day.  We did
leave one tent up, with the tables and chairs in place, but we took down
the other two tents and stored their contents away, until I was ready to
take all the borrowed items back to school.  Once everything was done, we
went in the house to finish our preparations and then maybe relax, while
the older boys went off to check out some of the other graduation parties.

Jake and I were busy marinating steaks in a special seasoning and the
chicken in the barbeque sauce, before we began to prepare the side dishes.
Some of the younger boys offered to give us a hand, because they liked
having all these parties too, and I think they figured if Jake and I had to
do all the work all of the time, maybe we'd stop having them.  I'm not sure
if that was their exact reasoning, but it was nice to have some help.

We were all very tired by the time we went to bed that evening, except for
possibly the graduates.  I'm sure the adrenaline rush from the day had
given them the extra energy they needed to keep going.  I have no idea what
time they got home, but they were all there in the morning, though some of
them were a little worse for the wear.

Some of the boys weren't very happy when I awoke them to get ready for
church, but they knew we would all attend together, no matter how late they
got in from the night before.  Some of them received a few elbows from
those sitting next to them during the service, as they started to nod off,
but they all eventually made it through it.  We did skip our normal outing
for brunch, as we'd be eating at the party before long, so we rushed home
and to get things ready.  Jake started the grill, while some of the boys
helped me carry things out to the tables, and we weren't quite finished
setting up when Steve and Mary showed up.

After exchanging 'hellos' and getting their take on the graduation party
the day before, we grabbed a drink and sat down to chat.  The others began
to show up shortly thereafter and they joined in our discussion.  Before
long, I went over to help Jake prepare the various types of meat we were
offering, and then we set out the food for everyone to dig in.  Pat was
turning nineteen, but he wasn't going to be as fortunate and get a vehicle
to use, as Dustin and Danny had, however, I'd discussed this fact with him
in advance and he understood my reasoning and logic.

The meal went well and all of us stuffed ourselves before we kicked back to
talk about upcoming events.  We did this until the boys decided to provide
us with some entertainment, of sorts.  They had decided our recent
graduates, as well as the birthday boy, needed a baptism and soon my
various other sons were dousing the five boys with buckets of water.  They
had each stuck up behind their target and upon Dustin's shout 'now,' dumped
their container of cool liquid over the unsuspecting victim.  Of course,
this led to a momentary free-for-all, during which the wet boys tried to
wrestle their attackers to the ground to get even, but no one lost their
temper and merely provided the rest of us with a few good laughs.  After
they went in to clean up and change, we had the cake and ice cream, before
Pat was given his presents.

We made sure Pat received some nice gifts, including some things he had
indicated he wanted, and then the party began to wind down.  Before long,
some of the extended family informed us that they had to leave, while
others stayed a little longer, to enjoy the camaraderie our family offered.
Andrew and Jesse came up to me during that time, wanting to know if they
could go off for their bike ride, and since most of our guests had
departed, I told them they could.  They wanted Jake and me to go with them,
but I explained we had to stay behind this time and remain with those who
were still here.  They understood and said good-bye to those who were left,
before going to get their bicycles and setting off for their ride.  We all
waved at them as the pedaled away from the house.

A short time later, the last of our guests departed and we began to clean
up.  I had just finished carrying my second load of things to the kitchen,
when the front door burst open and Jesse came running in.  He raced up to
me and grasped my arm, trying to pull me toward the door, and I concluded
he thought I could go out riding with him and Andrew now, but I couldn't go
yet.

"Not now, Jesse," I told him.  "I have a lot of work left to do."  He
looked at me puzzled and pulled on my arm again.  "Jesse, not right now," I
added, more firmly.

Jesse seemed to become frustrated with me and I couldn't understand why
this was so important to him.  After watching him struggle with this for a
few seconds, his next actions totally floored me.  "Aaaandooo huuuurt," he
choked out, shocking me into the realization that this was not what I first
thought.

The End of Book 8.

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