The Castaway Hotel: Book 3

Chapter 27: A trip to Brighton

We arrived at Brighton Friday morning. Although it wasn’t entirely restful, the boys and I had slept on the bus as we made our way to the resort city on England’s southern shore. The driver also let us sleep in the parking lot a while longer, before dropping us off at a restaurant. The boys ate quite heartily and then we made our way to the hotel to check in. Fortunately, two of our four rooms were available even at this early hour, so we made our way up to them and split into two groups, so we could clean up and change into some beachwear. From there, we made our way down to the ocean, where we would relax and play in the surf.

I think we were all quite amazed to discover this beach contained no sand. Although it was somewhat unusual, it didn’t stop the boys from making their way to the water. Immediately, they began splashing or dunking each other (except for our non-swimmers), before happily swimming in the gentle surf. After 30 or 40 minutes of that type of exercise, I saw Sammy, Andrew and Graham making their way away from the beach. I wasn’t certain as to what they were up to, but as they got closer to our hotel, they moved over to what turned out to be a play area, with a rather large sandbox. Since they went directly to it, I figured they must have spotted it on the way down, and now they eagerly began constructing sand sculptures.

Once some of the others noticed what they were doing, Cole, Dion, Andrew, Sammy and Carlos walked up to join them. Now, all of the boys joined forces and began working on a huge castle. This structure soon began to resemble Windsor Castle and they seemed intent on including all of the details they’d observed during our visit. They were really doing quite a nice job on it, working very slowly and being very precise with every facet of their work.

Their castle was now beginning to draw the attention of some of the others who were also frequenting the beach and the boys elicited some very favorable comments from these observers about their efforts. My artists were somewhat embarrassed by this unexpected attention, but I could see them glowing because of the praise being heaped upon them. The more they were complimented, the harder they worked, and their castle began to grow and develop. Andrew crawled inside the walls and began to build a simple cathedral, while Dion leaned in and worked on the main building, which would contain the apartments and the Great Hall. They continued to work on it all afternoon and it was really quite an impressive sight, by the time I had to drag them away, so we could go back to our rooms and prepare for dinner.

While those boys had been busy with their architectural endeavors, the others had been having a grand time in the water. They even involved other teens, both boys and girls, in their play and seemed to have made several new friends in the process. I really hated to pull them away from all of this, but they hadn’t eaten since our late breakfast, so I knew they must have been starving by now. I told them to tell the others they’d be back again tomorrow and would join them again at that time, if they all wished to do so. They passed the message along and we soon were heading for the hotel.

When we arrived back at the front desk, we got the keys for our other two rooms and then I let the boys select their roommates. After that, everyone got their things and took them to their own room, before showering and changing, so we could eat. Before they left, however, I told the older boys the only restriction during this part of the trip would be that there was to be no sex in the room, if Sammy or Andrew were with them. They all agreed to this, so nothing more would be said about their other pursuits.

It took nearly an hour and a half before everyone was ready, but we made our way to a restaurant that had been suggested to us by the hotel staff and enjoyed a fine meal. When we returned to the hotel, about an hour later, the boys went to their rooms, with Sammy and Andrew staying with me for the night. I told each of them to settle in for the night and we’d go back to the beach tomorrow.

Sammy, Andrew and I surfed the television and found little of interest on, so the boys and I talked for a while instead. I asked them how they were enjoying themselves, the things they liked the best and the least, and then I tried to find out from Andrew how he was doing and if there were any lingering effects from his incident at the Space Center. This was important, because the next part of my plan might involve a nude beach and I wanted to make sure he would be fine with this. If not, I would change our plans and we would stay here and frequent the beach we were on this morning. He seemed to be barely fazed by that occurrence and I was almost finished questioning him when there was a knock on our door. I got up to open it and Kevin was standing there, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

“What’s up, Kev?” I asked him.

“Can I sleep with you tonight? I don’t want to be in with Dusty,” he sobbed out.

“Sure,” I agreed, before pausing for a few seconds. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

Kevin hesitated a little before he spoke again. “Yeah, I guess so. Dusty met this girl today and all he’s been doing is talking to Ricky and Jay about her, telling them that he hopes she’s there again tomorrow. I tried to ignore him, but he just kept talking about her and I just can’t listen to it any more. It was as if I wasn’t even there or he didn’t care if I was.”

“Don’t you think you might be making too much of his little infatuation?” I asked him. “Dustin told you before that he likes both boys and girls and we both knew he might just want to see if the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.”

“Well, he can fill up on the old hay bag then,” Kevin spat back, defiantly, “but I don’t have to stay there and listen and watch him do it. It just hurts to know he doesn’t care about me as much as I care about him.”

“It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have the same feelings for you or that he’ll forget about you and not want to be with you any more,” I tried to explain, but obviously with very little success.

“But it’s hard to watch him flirt with someone else and then hear him talk about her all night long,” Kevin countered, and I knew he had a point. “I really love Dustin and I have for a long time.”

“I understand and think he knows that,” I assured him, before switching gears. “You can sleep in here with me tonight, if you still want to, and maybe things will look less bleak in the morning. I think you might be overreacting just a little about this, though.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think so,” he informed me. “Thanks, Dad. I knew I could count on you.”

As soon as we stopped talking, Sammy and Andrew came over to cheer Kevin up. It didn’t take long before the bag containing the hand-held games was open and they selected various games to challenge each other on, as they began conducting spur-of-the-moment competitions. I knew the younger pair did this to keep Kevin occupied for the rest of the evening, but it took care of the problem of how to entertain them too. I just watched the boys and occasionally glanced at the telly, as the British call it, until we all decided it was time to go to bed.

Although I thought he might end up sleeping with the younger boys, Kevin jumped into bed with me and snuggled up against my body. He put his head on my chest, draped his arm across my stomach and inched as close to me as he could possibly get, without crawling into my undershorts. I didn’t mind, because I knew he needed some reassurance at this point, but he stayed like that for virtually the entire evening. Even when I awoke to use the toilet, he got up too and waited for me to return. When I got back into bed, he would move back into position and then drift off into another restless slumber. When I awoke the next morning, Kevin was still clinging to me, like a lamprey to its host. Cautiously, I slid out of bed, trying not to wake him, but he awoke shortly thereafter and came to join me on the sofa, while the other two slept on.

“Aren’t you coming back to bed?” he wanted to know.

“No, I’ve slept enough, but you should slide back in for another hour or so, if you want,” I suggested.

“I don’t want to be alone,” he admitted, “so I’ll just sit here with you.”

“What if I just lie in bed for a while, until you wake up for good,” knowing he probably still needed more rest. “Would that make you feel better?”

“Yeah, or I could just sleep with my head on your lap,” he suggested, thinking I might not want to get back into the bed.

“No, you might as well be comfortable, so I’ll go back to bed with you,” I offered.

He and I got back into the bed and he immediately cuddled up against me again. I placed my arm under his head and wrapped it around his back, squeezing him against my side. I knew Kevin needed to know someone loved him, even if it wasn’t the person he desired it from the most. I was surprised when he fell asleep within a couple of minutes of my doing that.

While he slept, I thought about what I might do to help him get through this situation. I concluded long ago that Kevin’s feelings for Dustin went deeper than Dustin’s feeling for him, and Dustin had made it clear, at least to me, that he really wanted to explore the opposite sex, since he’d already had plenty of experience with his brothers. Now, I had to help Kevin deal with this until Dustin made up his mind what he really wanted. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I also knew the next week or so would be even more difficult, considering what I had planned. The only hope of the situation improving was if Dustin forgot about the girls and made up with Kevin, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen. Therefore, I would have to think up something new to do or say to Kevin, if he was going to get through this.

Kevin slept for about another hour, only waking after he heard Sammy and Andrew moving around the room too. At that point, he looked up at me and leaned in my direction, so he could kiss me on the cheek and thank me for staying with him all of that time. Soon, I had the boys getting dressed for breakfast, while I called around to the other rooms, to make certain everyone else was up and getting ready too.

At breakfast that morning, things were a bit strained for all of us, since word had gotten around about Kevin’s reaction to Dustin’s interest in this particular girl. Kevin stayed close to me and tried to ignore Dustin, even when Dustin came over to speak to him. Kevin merely looked away and wouldn’t respond to his comments, so Dustin slunk back to the opposite end of the table and sat down again. I knew they were both feeling bad, but for different reasons. Kevin was upset with Dustin’s infatuation and Dustin was upset that Kevin was taking it so badly. Dustin tried to explain the situation to him and tell Kevin he still felt a lot for him, but Kevin had tuned him out completely. Kevin obviously didn’t want to listen to any more words and was only interested in Dustin’s actions. Therefore, we ate pretty much in silence this morning, as no one knew safe topics to talk about and didn’t want to get drawn into the middle of this feud.

After we’d finished eating, we went back to our rooms, changed into our swimwear and then we made our way back to the beach. When we got there, I was surprised to see the boys’ sandcastle was pretty much the way we had left it. I was amazed that no one had destroyed it overnight. Those who had been working on it went back to continue their efforts, while the others headed for the water. I watched Dustin and Kevin to see what was going on between them, but they basically steered clear of each other, or should I say that Kevin avoided Dustin, because I don’t think Dustin was doing it consciously, on his part. It stayed that way for a couple of hours, before our little temptress showed up and headed straight for Dustin. As soon as Kevin saw her, he headed out of the water and began walking toward the hotel. I caught up with him and stopped him from going farther.

“Running away isn’t going to solve anything for you and it’s not going to make you feel any better,” I told him.

“But what am I going to do?” he asked, looking up at me with a tear-streaked face. “I can’t stand to see him around her. I love Dustin so much that it hurts to see how nice he is to her.”

“I know and I understand. Just hang in there and wait it out,” I suggested. “He may or may not want to get involved with girls, but you do have the advantage here.” Kevin looked up at me through his puffy eyes, with a puzzled expression on his face. “We’re only going to be here for a week and she’s not going to be going home with us,” I hinted, none to subtly.

Kevin now looked at me, appearing as if a light had just turned on in his head. “Just hang in there and be there for him after she’s gone. It will take a big man to do that and forgive his wandering eye, but you are in the better position here. I don’t know where that girl is from, but I don’t think it’s anywhere near our home in Pennsylvania.” Kevin smiled, gave me a hug and we headed back toward the beach. He looked up at me as we walked along.

“Thanks, Dad,” he told me, sincerely. “You really are pretty smart.”

“Thanks, Kev,” I told him, while placing my arm around his shoulders. “That means a lot to me, especially coming from you.” Kevin went back to join the others, trying not to watch what Dustin and this girl were up to.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. The two boys didn’t hang around each other, but they weren’t really avoiding each other either. That night Dustin was careful not to talk about his new friend and Kevin managed to control his emotions. They even slept in the same bed, but I don’t think they cuddled. It was a small accomplishment for both of them, but it was a major victory in the war on growing up.

Sunday was pretty much a replay of Saturday, with the girl showing up again, but I soon learned she’d told Dustin this would be her last day at the beach. She was leaving with her parents that evening, as her dad’s holiday (vacation for the Americans) was over and he would have to return to work on Monday. This news perked Kevin up even more and the day passed quite quickly. That evening, after dinner, I called all the boys into my room to discuss the rest of the week.

“Boys, I need your input about what we should do next. You have two choices. We can spend the week here, on this beach, or we can try a different beach.”

“Why, what’s the difference?” Trey wanted to know.

“Well, there is actually quite a big difference,” I responded. “I know many of you boys had expressed an interest to me before in going to a nude beach and there are two not very far from here. The first is at the far end of this beach, but it’s not all that private. It’s located in such a way that the people on this beach can observe those on the other beach without having to join in and get naked themselves. The other beach is farther down the coast and more secluded from the public. I need to know what you think about this. Do you want to try a nude beach or would you prefer to stay here?”

“Who will be there?” Jay asked. “Will there be girls there too?”

“Both naturist beaches are family beaches, so I suspect there will be men, women, boys and girls at both, although I can’t be certain of that until we actually get there. However, I need everyone to be honest with me and let me know how you really feel. If there is anyone here who doesn’t want to go to a nude beach, they’ll have to let me know sometime tonight, because I don’t want anyone going, unless they really want to.”

“Dad,” Ricky began, “we run around without clothes on all of the time, so why should this be any different from what we normally do?”

“Because they’ll be strangers there, and females as well as males,” I pointed out.

“But we’ll seeing everybody else’s weenies too, when they see ours, right?” Sammy asked.

“And nobody is going to have any clothes on, will they?” Graham added.

“Of course, everyone will be dressed only in their birthday suits,” I told them, “even the girls and women. Everyone will be naked and everyone will see everything about each other. There will certainly be no secrets there. Does anyone have a problem with that?”

There was some murmuring at first, as the boys talked this over with each other, and then they all began to state their opinions on this matter. Each said something like it wouldn’t bother them, as long as everyone else would be naked too, and they’d like to try it.

“What about you, Andrew?” I asked the youngest directly.

“It’s all right with me. I don’t care if everyone else wants to do it too,” he answered. “I don’t mind if people see my wiener, because I think I’ll like looking at theirs too.”

“Are you sure about that?” I pressed, in order to be positive.

“Yes! I think it will be fun,” he assured me.

After some more discussion, it was agreed that we’d try a nude beach, but the boys opted for the more secluded one further down the coast. I decided that I’d have the bus drop us off each morning and pick us back up in late afternoon, leaving the driver free to do what he wanted in between. We’d dress in our swimwear until we arrived and then we’d go from there. I would watch Andrew closely, to make sure he was really okay with it, though, and we’d leave if I saw that he, or any of the others, really had any problems with being naked in a crowd of strangers.

The next morning we ate a large breakfast, boarded the bus and rode the few miles to the new beach. After the bus dropped us off, we crossed the road and walked down a rough lane, which was surrounded by trees on both sides. We followed the trail downhill, past a few houses to a woody area by a stream. We went through a gate, shutting it behind us and followed the signs that said ‘to the beach.’ We walked quite a ways farther, until we encountered a sign saying ‘warning, naturists,’ so I knew we were almost there. After navigating a few rough steps, we arrived on the beach.

“How the heck did you find this place?” Danny wanted to know.

“I found it on the Internet and, thankfully, they had very detailed directions about how to get here,” I explained. “I was beginning to think we were lost.”

“You sure were right when you said it was secluded,” Pat added. “I’m not sure how anybody could find this place.” We all chuckled a little and then I told the boys to remove their trunks and we would head down to the ocean.

As we moved more into view, I was surprised by how many people were already there, and as I suspected, there was a wide variety of ages and both sexes were present. To my surprise, the boys did not seem shy about joining the others, although I thought they might be initially, at least once they saw everyone else there. However, that didn’t happen. They were too busy looking around, and I had been busy watching them, when I heard a little voice speak up.

“Daddy, look. The men and boys are all like me and Sammy,” Andrew squealed out.

“Yes, Andrew. Very few of the males are circumcised in Europe, so most will be uncut like you. Do you like that idea?” He merely nodded, flashing me a big grin, and then we continued on.

Soon, the boys were in the water or playing on the beach, showing not a care in the world that all their glory was exposed for everyone else to see. It didn’t take long before I noticed some of my boys talking with other boys and girls who were hanging out on the beach too. That’s when our first incident happened. Ricky and Jay were talking to two boys and two girls when Ricky’s observations of the female anatomy got the best of him and his little soldier snapped to attention.

Ricky turned beet red and tried to cover this obvious fact, but the other kids merely smiled and told him not to worry about it. They explained to him that it happened all of the time and he shouldn’t be embarrassed because of it. I’m not sure if this was true or not, or if they were just trying to make him feel better, but Ricky relaxed a little and made his way into the ocean. As soon as he hit the cool water, his little soldier stood ‘at ease’ again, letting him interact normally with the others. I think his playmates figured out quickly that this was his first visit to a naturist beach and tried to help him ease into the experience from then on.

Eventually the same sort of thing happened to some of the other boys and that’s when they began to tease each other about it and make a few off-color remarks. I knew they were a horny lot, but this was somewhat comical at times. I soon discouraged their rude comments and behavior, but let them continue to joke around and make less offensive comments, which they seemed to do with relish. It was a short while later that I spotted Dustin and Pat talking to a group of girls and Kevin noticed this happening at about the same time. He didn’t react as violently as I expected and soon made his way over to me. I could see the disappointed look on his face.

“Are you all right?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I don’t think they live near us either,” he answered, with a slight grin, “but it still isn’t easy to watch.” I was proud of how he was handling it this time, with more maturity than he’d exhibited previously.

We spent the rest of the day frolicking in the sunshine and ocean waves, at least until it was time to make our way back to the bus. As we approached the gate to leave, we slipped our swimwear back on, made the return trip back up that long path and boarded the bus. That’s when I took another quick survey, to see if the boys wanted to come back again tomorrow. They all said they enjoyed the day and wanted to return, so I informed them we could spend the remainder of the week there, if that’s what they wished to do. Their resounding answer was ‘yes,’ so I informed the driver this would be our schedule for the remainder of the week.

After dinner we returned to our rooms, as everyone was fairly exhausted from another day in the sun and fresh air. Dustin went up to Kevin in their room and thanked him for not getting mad again. He gave Kevin a big hug and a kiss, before the two of them got into bed. They snuggled and kissed until Cole and Graham fell asleep and then they had a little fun. Dustin had just given Kevin a really special blowjob when he slid up beside him and spoke.

“You know, this doesn’t mean that I’m not interested in girls, but it also doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring about you either. I really need to find out whom I’m attracted to more.”

“I know and I’ll try to be understanding about it,” Kevin responded, “but I really do love you, Dusty, and I want you to love me the same way.”

“I do love you, Kev, it’s just that I’m not sure if I love girls more,” he admitted, honestly. “Don’t get mad at me, just give me some time to figure this out for myself. If I find out that I’m not that interested in them, then it will be just you and me. Okay?”

“Yeah, but first show me how much you still love me,” Kevin suggested.

With that, Kevin pulled back his legs and exposing his rosebud, signaling Dustin what he wanted him to do. That night Dustin made slow, passionate love to Kevin, letting him know that he was still concerned about his feelings, while letting him know he still had to give the other sex a try. Reluctantly, Kevin conceded this point and let himself enjoy another night in his lover’s arms. After their lovemaking session, Kevin slept wrapped in Dustin’s embrace, secure with the situation for the moment.