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Chapter 16
Showing their true colors.
That Monday, things did not want to get going. Jelmer and Christopher spend time together in the campgrounds office. Taking turns welcoming new guests or answering questions. Ben looked at the odd couple with amusement.
"Hey, Chris. Should you not be working on the bunkers?", he asked to split up the two of them. "No, dad. I can't get myself to do that today. I am waiting for the phone call from the notary. The paperwork for the new house should arrive back from the previous owners later today.", answered Chris. "Ha... Right... I do like it when you call me dad,... son...", he laughed.
Chris asked Ben if he could perhaps do some gardening work around the campgrounds. He wanted to 'borrow' some shrubs for behind the lower bunkers. "We can't have people walking onto the roof 'by accident'.", explained Christopher. He got the go ahead. As long as he cleaned up after himself so the tourists would not be bothered. Chris had already made a list a few weeks back on what shrubs he could remove from the existing hedgerows. So with the digger, and the small tractor with a cart he set out to work. Trimming the other shrubs as he went along. Removing the trimmings and carting them off to be shredded. The work progressed quickly. The back of the bunkers got their small plants and shrubs. And Ben gave Chris a whole load of pine trees and conifers to find a new spot for as well.
Around 14:30 the phone call from the notary came. Christopher raised to town and picked up the final paperwork. He paid the guy his fee and got handed the keys of the house. Christopher got giddy. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops. Outside he met Silvia. They talked and he showed her the bunch of keys and the paperwork. She congratulated him. She suggested he should talk to one of the builders on the island. "Best to take them along for an initial inspection to make sure the old house is safe and secure.".
Chris thanked her for the advice and ran to his grandma's place. She got told the good news too. His uncle Burt drove with Chris to the house. Christopher opened up the front door and they did an initial inspection. His uncle Burt was not impressed. Chris, however, was loving it. "You have to see past the mess. I have all the time in the world to fix this place up. I need to take it all in. And make an initial plan of attack. But I am not going to do any work here until the bunkers are completely done.", told Christopher to his uncle.
His uncle left and Chris walked around the house. It was totally outdated. He checked the water, gas and electrical systems. Made loads of photo's and notes. He inspected the roof structure. And saw a lot of stuff was left inside the home. The older couple left leaving most their stuff in place. It was dark already when he left there. He made sure all utilities were switched off. And closed the door behind him. "See you later...", he said tapping the door 3 times. He walked back to the campgrounds via the woods. At Ben and Frieda's he knocked on the door. Frieda opened the door. Chris stood there with a huge grin on his face jingling the keys at her. Ben walked up behind his wife. "Congratulations Chris. Come on in, son.", Frieda said.
"We missed you at dinner.", said Ben. "Oh... I lost track of time...", said Christopher giddy. "Did you have anything to eat?", asked Frieda. "hmmm... no... I am actually very hungry now you ask me.", answered Chris hearing his tummy rumble. "Let me fix you up some leftovers.", said Frieda as he sat chatting with Ben and Jesse in their living room. "How is the love nest?". Wanted Jesse to know. "Very old and outdated. In need of some major TLC. But I have all the time in the world to fix up the place. But that's for later. I first want to check off all the things on the punch list for the bunkers. I want to decorate each cabin. Giving it the Christopher-touch and seal of approval.", answered Chris.
Ben was very happy to hear that. "I got you a ton of hardwood posts and planks. Can you make some fences out of them along the dune's edge and behind the lower bunkers please?", he asked. "Sure thing. I will add it to the list.", answered Chris. "Oh and here. Look this over.", said Ben as he handed him a contract. "What is this uncle Ben? ha ha ... dad?", said Christopher. "I decided to give you a paid summer job. That should tide you over until you find a more permanent job.", told Ben happy. Frieda brought a huge plate of food and together they watch TV as Chris finally had his dinner around 23:00 that night.
Chris told them he would go to the bank to get a mortgage on the house as soon as he knew the extent of the work that needed to be done. They chatted with each other until 1 o'clock that morning. "Okay, I am off to bed.", said Frieda. Chris excused himself for intruding so late. "Not a problem... son... Ha, still getting used to that one.", laughed Ben as he gave him a set of house keys. "Don't be shy. You live here now. Let yourself in whenever you need.", Chris hugged Ben and went back to his cabin.
Tuesday started with a trip to the gym and some shopping around town. He ordered himself a microwave and some other stuff that did not come as standard with the holiday let. He also bought a letterbox. And put it on a post next to Ben and Frieda's post box. It had his name and cabin number on it. The postman saw Chris working and talked a while with him. He made a note of it and put Chris's first mail into the box. "Congratulations. Now you're really an islander!", he joked.
He met up with Jelmer and Jesse at the campgrounds office. "I am going to do an initial inspection of each of the cabins. Do you guys care to join me? 6 eyes see more than 2.", he suggested.
The guys walked back with Christopher and they methodically checked each and every inch of the cabins. Christopher made a list of things that needed more work. And once the inspection was done he had 6 sheets of notes. "Time to get to work...", joked Chris.
He fixed the big things first. Then concentrated on the details. Cleaning up as he went along. Each cabin was done on the inside. And then he inspected the outside. The major works that needed still to be done were the concrete and seashell paths and the paintwork of the outside walls of the cabins.
The rest of the week Chris worked on the outsides of the cabins. Installing fences, painting walls, hanging homemade signs by each cabin. And placing the colored privacy fences and installing the frosted glass panels in them. The other ways blend holiday lets came to life. The extra touch of color gave them all their own identity. Fixing up some smaller stuff on the inside, like furniture and decorations. Once a cabin was done he closed the curtains and switched on the automated terrace lighting. He had called in some help again to build up the paths. The dry concrete mix with seashells was put in. Once those had time to cure he poured a wet cement slurry over the top and pressed in some seashells into it. Tamping the seashells down as he went along. The paths all the way up to the campgrounds back entrance got done in that way.
The following week Chris did more gardening work. Blending the paths in and sowing more grass seed in the edges. The path to the back of the bunkers was wide enough for a truck to drive over it. But the area where the rainwater tank was put in, got fenced off in such a way that a car could not accidentally park on top of it. The garden sprinkler system switched on automatically keeping the lawns damp as the grass sprouted. The entire look and feel of the place was much more modern than what Chris had seen nine weeks ago. And the access to town was reopened as soon as he was done with the last of the access paths. A few more signs were placed on posts and then the dreaded day would come. The final two inspections. First the one by Ben and Frieda. And later the one by the cities building inspector and fire department.
Ben and Frieda got invited to inspect Chris's work on Thursday. With a fine-toothed comb, they went thru each of the 30 cabins. But found absolutely nothing they would want him to change or repair. Jelmer and Jesse also joined them. They inspected the outsides. Chris got congratulated on a job extremely well done. Christopher was pleased with the end result as well.
He called the volunteer group and the owner of the local builders to come to see the result if they wanted to. Late in the afternoon, they stopped by. And they were also impressed by the work they had done. Chris handed each of them an envelope with content. "A little gift for all your hard work... Guys, I could not have done this without your help!". The owner of the local builders said that he would donate the huge check to the islander's Youth's fund. Frieda gave him a warm hug. And a drone made a couple of photos of the large group in front of the bunkers. As a permanent reminder of their time together.
The next day, around 10 o'clock, a huge group from the city came over. They parked at the foot of the dune as they walked up the new stairs to the holiday lets. The inspectors got handed folders with all the build drawings, photos and notes Chris had made. Mayor Silvia, the new building inspectors, the fire chief, officer Tom, someone from the water company and an inspector from the electrical company all set out to inspect the cabins and the surrounding area's. Once all their inspections were done they walked back to the flagpole on the path in between the lower bunkers. They talked with Ben and Frieda. The former Building inspector that had been so rude to Christopher was also there.
Christopher came walking back to the group after a while. He had his uncle Burt and the owner of the building company with him. They were told the verdict of the building inspectors. They first told him the 'good' news. They liked the way the cabins looked on the inside. They loved the way he had fixed up the seashell paths. The inspector from the water company was full of praise about the garden watering system. And the fire chief tooted his horn for the way Chris put in fire hydrants and cleaned up the woods.
The new building inspectors had only one little point of criticism. "But what lets down the entire place are those damned gay colors on the privacy fences. You must take them down. This is not a gay sex club! You ruin the good name and reputation of our island with your faggot behavior. You may think your funny. But your not, dirty queer!", the new building inspectors shouted. The longer they went on the worse the insults became. Christopher listened to them but could not look them in the eyes anymore.
He had deep down expected something like this. He only sighed. Chris was disappointed that the mayor Silvia did not intervene this time. She let it happen. Even officer Tom said nothing. This went on a good 10 minutes. In the end, nothing that Chris had done for the island was any good anymore. "So... You are not getting a permit to rent out these cabins!", told the old building inspector resolute.
Christopher smiled. "What... Do you think that is funny, dirty faggot? You just ruined these historic bunkers with your gay colors.".
Chris looked at the mayor. "Silvia, madam mayor, here is the bill for the stairs I put in. The as-built drawings, and all the facts and figures that went along with it, I put in this folder. I expect payment within 8 work days!".
"And here is the islanders pin back. I will leave the island as soon as I can! I want nothing more to do with these homophobic people you let ruin this island. You're not in control here. You don't have any authority here. They rule this island. And I want nothing more to do with them. Every so-called inspector was full of praise. And only the colors of the privacy fences seemed to bother one of them.", told Christopher angry.
"They seemed not to have noticed the same colors were used on the inside of the cabins. Not a word was said about that, other than; 'it makes the cabins nice and cheerful'. Besides that, these colors don't even come close to a gay flag. Even the order they are in is different. This has nothing to do with the colors of the privacy fences. But solely with the fact that I prefer a men's love above that of a woman. That is pure and utter discrimination. But apparently, that is the norm on this godforsaken shit hole of an island!", screamed Christopher furiously.
Silvia was shocked. No one had ever given the special islanders pin back. Christopher grabbed his bags and walked back to the harbor and got on the first ferry out of there. He wanted to be anywhere but on the island. He knew he did not have a home to go to anymore. His mother had made it clear he wasn't welcome there anymore. So Chris had to start over.
Just outside the harbor, the ferry ran aground. It was low tide and the sandbanks must have shifted. What was supposed to be an hour and a half trip, turned into a 5-hour wait. Chris got out a pen and paper and started to write. He put his thoughts into another song. This one the islanders would not like. No, they would not like it at all. His hate was clearly visible. And everyone on board left him alone.
The tide came back up. And with the help from some tugboats, the ferry got lose again. The ship turned back to the island. "Yeah... sure... just my luck...", thought Chris angry. He sat on the dock waiting for the next ferry out of there.
"Hey, Chris... Running away again?", a voice said behind him. It was Wessel. He sat down next to him. Chris said nothing. He just handed him the text he had written. Wessel gave it a good look. He handed the paper back to Chris. "Jelmer told me you left without saying goodbye to him. He is very upset about that.", spoke Wessel softly after a while. The announcement came over the speakers that the fast ferry was about to start the boarding process. Chris got up and started to walk over there. Wessel stopped him. "You can't keep running. The island will always draw you back in...", he said sternly.
At that moment a large group of family members and friends rushed up to them. They all hugged and petted Chris. They all knew what had happened. Ben and Frieda made sure of that. Jelmer walked up to Chris. Took his bags from him, put an arm around him as he walked him to his car without saying a word. The rest watched them in awe as they drove away. Jelmer drove his sad buddy to his little farmhouse. They sat next to each other for hours. Speaking but not saying much of anything. At night they curled up together in Jelmer's bed.
When they woke up the entire island was decorated with gay flags and pride posters. All the campings had hoisted gay flags in top. Al the stores and businesses also did. Even the church towers had the 6-colors-of-pride flying. The population was up in arms. Demonstrating their islander pride against discrimination and homophobic behavior of the city council workers.
It went so far that the national press got a hold of the story and the news opened their 8 o'clock main broadcast with it. Ben and Frieda got interviewed and told the reporters that the 'Harbor View' would not remove the colored privacy fences. They were proud of their sons. And that gay pride was something all islanders would need to get used to. They hoisted the biggest gay flag they could find in top of the flagpole at the bunkers. For all the world to see. The islanders, meanwhile, had blocked all access in and out of city hall.
The following Monday, after a day of siege, the mayor announced that she had fired 6 of the staff members. And that she would resign as well if the islanders would demand that of her. She also issued a formal letter of apology to Christopher and to Ben and Frieda. And repeated that in an interview with the nations media.
Christopher road his uncle's bicycle to city hall. He had the letter of apology in hand. Pushing past the large crowd he stood in front of them on the steps of City Hall. He banged on the door. Sylvia came outside. He looked at her for a while. Opened his arms and hugged her. "Forgive and forget...", he muttered. To the crowd, he shouted. "I excepted the apology. Now, let us get back to work. We have an island to run!". The crowd cheered and lifted the blockade.
Quickly the island got back to 'business as usual'. Chris got a call from the ferry company CEO. "Christopher, I hear you're looking for a parttime job with us. I wanted to let you know we have an opening for you working on the ferries during the weekends. From Friday afternoon till Monday mornings.", he said happily.
Christopher thanked him warmly and excepted the job offer. He knew that this would not make enough money for him to live off. But it was a good start.
Together with the job at the campground and a parttime job at the local tourist board he would earn enough to make a comfortable living. And with Jelmer's earnings, they would have enough to live quite comfortably from. Christopher signed the job contract later that week. And with the contracts, he got a small mortgage from the bank to fix up the house he bought. He celebrated the news with Jelmer and his friends.
The friends got together on the beach near Wopke's lifeguard station. It was a Wednesday just before the peak holiday season would start. They all took their families and relations with them as well. Even Chris's grandma and aunts and uncles came along. Wessel was there too. They had a fun time together. Sharing stories and making music. Chris's father was on the island and talked in length with Christopher and Jelmer. He got along marvelously with Jelmer. At dusk, he took Chris aside. "Here you go, Chris. This is my gift to the two of you, for when you get married.", his father told him. It was a check for 100000 euro. Chris hugged his dad and thanked him.
After that successful beach trip, the 9 friends spend a night together, at Chris's new home. He had cleaned up the dirty pool and did some yard work. The barbecue was lit and they ate a huge feast meal together. The cases of beer, and other alcoholic drinks where consumed in huge quantities as well.
Christopher, Jelmer, Jan-Thijs, Pieter, Jesse, Sipke, Wopke, Pier and Okko danced, sang and made out. Celebrating life in all its happy glory. Slowly the guys left. Some alone, some with a friend or two. Leaving Jelmer and Christopher to spend their first night together in the new house.
"So, Chris... Are you happy?", asked Jelmer. "What will you do now?".
"Jelmer, I am very happy. As long as I can be with you. I do have one question though. Could you see yourself living here with me?", asked Chris curiously.
"I'd like to fix up the place. With the money, I got from my father I can do that. Letting the builders do the major work and then fixing up the inside myself. Once the house is our home... I'd like to marry you. If you still want me then.", joked Chris.
Jelmer hugged his man. "I'd love that very much, Chris. I can see me living here already. This place is huge compared to the little farmhouse.", sighed Jelmer. "Yes, there is room enough here to hide away from me.", joked Christopher. "Just hang on to your farmhouse for now... it may be a nice place for Jesse and Pieter later on.", thought Christopher aloud. "That's what I love about you. You are always thinking a few steps ahead. Not to benefit yourself from it, but letting others grow because of it...", winked Jelmer. He stroked Chris's body. Christopher kissed him tenderly. Slowly their thoughts returned to the here and now.
They hugged and kissed. Christopher made sweet love to his friend. Without penetrating his ass Chris was able to make Jelmer cum. And the ecstasy was complete when Chris also shot a load just by the touch of his cock on Jelmer's body. They had never kissed and hugged this passionate before. And enjoyed every second of it. Chris held his Jelly Belly close. Pushing Jel's head to his huge muscular torso. Pulling a sheet over them they fell asleep happy and euphoric.
That Thursday the two off them walked arm in arm to the 'Harbor View'. Jelmer took a shower in Chris's cabin and walked back to the campground office. Dealing with bookings and stuff of that nature. Chris took a shower after he ate something. Then mowed the new lawns for the first time. Getting them ready for the first tourists that would arrive after the weekend. He exchanged the gay pride flag for an islander flag again. Send up the drone to make new video's and photo's for the website. The 29 bunkers were booked solid till Christmas that year. The publicity the campgrounds had gotten after the incident made a huge impact on the number of bookings.
Friday afternoon Chris reported to the ferry terminal in his white crew bomber jacket and a new sailors hat. He had his guitar with him as well as a change of clothes. That weekend was the start of the peak holiday season. A time that all the islanders dreaded, as much as they enjoyed it. Happy they could earn the extra money they needed, to spend in the quiet winter months. And it was the same for Christopher. Time to work hard... So he could play later... With some clever planning and a lot of effort, he would be able to make his dreams all come true.
And becoming an engineer was put on a back burner for now. He could always try a correspondence course, was his reasoning. The dream of becoming an islander and part of their close-knit community had already become a reality. Rather then the special islanders pin he now wore his pride colors on a subtle leather bracelet.
That summer Christopher ferried tourists to and from the island in the weekends by day. Performed with Wessel's or Wopke's band by night. Worked in the tourist information office, part of the week. Gave guided tours by horse-drawn cart. And worked hard maintaining the 'Harbor View' Campground. He also managed to guide the work on his new home. And even found the time to entertain his friends.
Christopher had never worked so hard in his life. But he enjoyed every minute of it with pride.
"Life is what you make of it, don't let others dictate it to you...", was his motto.
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