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Chapter 101 ended
They walked out of the shower room and headed back down the dorm to J's room. J nipped into a cubicle as he put his cock back in his shorts and flushed the loo to make it appear that he had just used the bog. Then he left the loos and began to make his way back to his room just as the group discovered he was not in his room. Michael noticed J coming back up the dormitory and so led the rest to meet J about half way along the room.
"J, can these guys shower with us here please?" Michael asked.
Before J could answer there was a knock on the dorm door.
Chapter 102
J left the boys and strode the rest of the way down the dorm to the door to answer the knock. When he opened the door it was to find Gar there. J could tell that Gar was upset and invited him in. The younger boys could not see that Gar was upset because he was the other side of J and so Stuart shouted out, asking if they could shower in J's dorm with their friends this evening.
J turned round to them and said, "Give us a little time to discuss this and then we will give you an answer -- ok?"
"Ok." Was chorused back by the boys.
"Gar and I are going into my room to talk and we would rather not be disturbed so if you guys are going to stay here we would appreciate your behaving yourselves and if any of the others come back, ask them not to disturb us also please." J explained and asked and then led Gar into his room, closing the door behind them. As soon as the door was closed, J put his arm around Gar's shoulders and pulled him into a comforting hug asking, "What's wrong Gar, you look like you want to cry?"
Gar didn't say anything. He just crumpled into a small heap on J's bed as he held out a piece of paper for J to take.
As soon as J looked at the paper he realised it was the letter which Gar had received a short while earlier. "Do you want me to read it?" J asked.
Gar just nodded his head in answer and J saw his shoulders shake as he fought back the sobs which were trying to break out of his body.
J took the letter and moved over to the window to get better light on the paper and began to read,
Garfield,
We were very shocked to discover when cleaning your room after you left for camp indications that you are homosexual and practicing this abomination with others. The pictures and stories on your computer are utterly disgusting and we cannot allow this to be under our roof. You have disappointed us tremendously and we are very upset with you. You have betrayed the trust and love we offered you; not only in doing these despicable things, but also in keeping them secret from us.
We feel we cannot trust you anymore and as such have spoken to the authorities and have asked that you be removed from our care. The authorities have been very good and understanding and were here today to collect your possessions. When you return you will be met at the airport by someone from Social Services and will be taken to wherever you will be housed.
We are sorry it has had to come to this as we thought that maybe you would work out for us this time round, but your deceitfulness has left us with no choice. We hope that the shock of these moves will bring some sense to your thinking and that you will mend your ways, but we are not willing to wait and find out.
Goodbye Garfield
The Jones'
They had not even signed the letter. It had been typed up on a computer and printed off and it was only the hand written address on the front of the envelope and the return address sticker on the back which enabled Gar to know that it had definitely come from his now ex fosters.
J read through the letter a second time more to gain a bit of thinking time before he said anything. Then, "Shit Gar, this is bloody awful. I don't really know what to say. I wish I could say come home with me, but I am not in a position to make such an offer." Gar's body shuddered as his crying broke its bonds. J sat on the bed next to him and pulled him into an embrace and then he began to rock back and forward a bit as he soothed Gar down. "I think you need to talk to someone with a bit more knowledge and experience than what I've got, but I don't know who. The only thing I can suggest is talking first to Stephan as he understands our leanings. At least he will be able to tell you who not to talk to.
"I thought they loved me. I didn't tell them yet because I was afraid of hurting them. I love them J!" Gar finally broke his silence and spoke for the first time since he had read the letter in his own room. "I thought they wanted to adopt me, and now they have thrown me out like I am a bit of rubbish. Why do some guys get all the good things and us guys have to take the scraps?"
"It's ok Gar, and we don't have to just take the scraps you know. We can take the shit the world throws at us and learn from it. Even this will have a lesson in it, but I don't know what it is unless it is not to treat someone else in the same way you have been treated here." J tried to comfort Gar but was at a loss to what he could and should do.
Gar was slowly getting himself under control again when there was a knock on the door. J left Gar and went to see who was disturbing him. When he opened it Stephen was there. "We know there is something wrong with Gar, and we were wondering if he wants us to go and get the other guys from the dorm to come here and wait for him to get ok?" he asked.
J didn't bother to consult Gar. "Yeah go back to your dorm and get all the guys to bring their soap and towels and come back here and you all can shower with my guys and we will go up to dinner together. Thank you for thinking of it. But listen; don't go advertising there is a problem to everyone. Tell them it is a bit of an activity we are trying out. By the way, which one are you?" J asked.
"I'm Stephen." The twelve year old answered and then waved the other five to follow him and they all headed out of the dorm to go and round up Gar's boys. Once they had left, J went back in his room and closed the door. He returned to sit next to Gar who lifted his tear stained face and offered a weak smile of thanks.
J decided it might be best to try and distract Gar's mind off of his dilemma and so he said, "Those twins are good guys and show a lot of maturity for their age. I like the way that they not only look after their little brother, but actually insist on including him in their activities. And now how they have noticed a problem and thought out how they can help."
"Yeah, I know. They have also been some of the best behaved in the dorm. I really like them." Gar agreed.
"I hope you were alright with my telling them what to do?" J asked.
"Yes, I'm grateful. I don't think I am thinking too straight at the moment. So thank you." Gar confirmed his agreement with what J had done.
"OK, I am going to go and wet my face cloth so that you can give your face a freshen up before the boys descend on us and then I reckon we both should shower with the boys as it will probably need both of us to prevent pandemonium from wreaking havoc in my shower room.
On his way back from the shower room with the wet face cloth, the first four of J's boys came back. J stopped them in their tracks and told them they were going to have some visitors in the dorm shortly and sent them back out to round up the other guys from the dorm and get them to come back quickly.
Twenty minutes later J had all but his trio back in the dorm and he went out to talk to them. "I know this is not on the program and that is because it has not been planned by the camp, but is something I have decided we can do. But now I want you to be kind to me and do as I ask. Soon the boys from Gar's dorm will be joining us here in our dorm. They will be showering with us and I would like you guys to observe the rules we have for our dorm with them. I will tell all of you how we will work it when the rest of the boys are here. So in the meantime, get your washing kit ready, but don't start getting undressed yet. Ok?"
There were some nods and the odd "yes J" or "Sure J" a few "no problems J" and similar responses.
"Thank you guys. You know I am very proud of how good and nice you have been on this camp. I think we have got the best dorm on camp. What do you think?" J continued with a smile on his face.
"Yessss!!!" the chorus rang out loud and clear as the boys agreed with J. But then, of course, they would; wouldn't they?
J left them to get their kit ready and went back into Gar in his room.
"You are a natural, J. You've got these kids eating out of your hand. I hope my lads don't show me up." Gar said. Looking much better with his face cleaned up and having had some time to compose himself.
A few moments later, there was some commotion outside the door and J went to investigate to find that Gar's boys were gathering there.
"Come on inside guys. Stuart, Stephen, are there any missing still?" J asked as the boys filed past him into the dorm.
"I don't think so." Stephen answered and J realised he recognised the voice and could identify it as Stephen.
To test this he asked, "Stuart, how many are there of you in the dorm in total?"
"There are sixteen plus Gar." Stuart replied and J was then sure he could tell the two apart by their voices, but he wanted to pursue the boy's similarity a bit further and so asked them, "How do you tell each other apart?"
"Stuart has a mole on his chest." Simon got in before the twins could answer.
"That's ok if they do not have shirts on. But how do you tell when you can't see the mole?" J asked.
"Stephen's got more freckles on his nose." Stuart said.
"And Stephen's got more pubes." Simon got in again, as Stephen began to blush.
J grinned and gave Stephen a friendly pat on his back and whispered in ear, "Ok so now when I want to know which one of you two I'm talking to, you will have to drop your pants." And then he added, "Don't worry, not really."
Stephen grinned back and then moved on to be with the others.
J closed the dorm doors and then turned to the group of boys in front of him. "Ok, listen up. Those of you who sleep in this dorm go and stand by your bed so that I can make sure you are all here. Those of you from Gar's dorm, stand in the middle of the floor so that I can count and check you are all here. And if you are not from either this dorm or Gar's dorm, come and stand behind me."
J scanned the dorm once the boys had all moved and settled down. Then he counted the boys in the middle of the room and was pleased to find out that all were present and correct and that no one was missing.
J then gave them all the talk he had given his boys on the first day about not making fun of others and treating each other with respect.
"Now, I need all of you to promise me that what goes on in the dorm tonight will stay in the dorm. I do not want any of you to mention this to anyone who is not here right now. Do you understand?" There was a response of nodding heads and muffled assents.
"Right then we are going to try an experiment to see how many boys we can get in the dorm showers together. So I suggest you boys from Gar's dorm move to one of the beds in this dorm and share it with the present occupant of the bed. My guys already know how this works, so I will let them show you guys from the other dorm. But basically, there is not enough safe place to leave clothes in the shower room and so we get undressed in the dorm and then go and shower and come back here in the dorm to get dressed. So go and find a bed to share to have a place to leave your clothes where they will not get soaked.
There were some shocked faces and a rumbling of dissent began to grow until Stuart called out, "It's no big deal and the last one naked is a scaredy-cat sissy." J's boys were already half way to stripping when that call went out and so they easily avoided the title. J left them at while he went into this room and stripped off, finding Gar already on the way to being naked. Both the leaders walked out of J's room nude and a hush fell over the dorm as the younger boys all looked at their leader's crotches.
What do you think Gar should do? Was it fair for his fosters to take the action they did? Please write and tell me what you think.