The Castaway Hotel: Book 2

The next morning, there was still considerable tension between Dustin and Kevin, but I could see they were constantly checking what the other was doing, whenever they thought that person wasn’t looking.  Trey coyly watched them both and went about his morning in total silence, although you could still read the concern on his face.

Danny cornered me in the kitchen when I went back to get my second cup of coffee and asked if we could go to the office to talk.  I agreed and we were soon alone behind a locked door.  “Dad, Pat decided to go further last night.  I was a little surprised he was willing to move on to other things so quickly, but I think he’s mostly trying to prove some things to himself from all of this.  I’m not sure what it is, but I can tell that there’s something more to this than just getting some enjoyment and relief.  I wanted to talk to you about this last night, but I heard the argument between Kevin and Dustin and knew you probably had more important things to deal with.”

“You were right,” I agreed.  “The other boys did need me last night, especially Kevin, but I think that will soon blow over.  So what happened with Pat?”

Danny began explaining to me about his time with Pat the previous evening.  The two boys went to use my bathroom together, as they had been doing for a few nights now, since Pat wanted to shower together again.  Danny said he figured Pat might be up for another jack off session, but that wasn’t quite what Pat had in mind.  Pat suggested they wash each other first and Danny agreed that would be fine with him.  As they took turns washing each other’s body, they were also managing to fondle every square inch of flesh, when Pat suddenly asked Danny if he’d ever had another guy’s dick in his mouth.  Once Danny overcame his shock at the bluntness of the question, Danny said he had and Pat confided that he had too.  

Pat went on to explain that his mother’s boyfriend had made him do that as well, but would never return the favor to Pat.  Pat said he tried to fight him and get out of doing it sometimes, but would usually just end up giving in, because it wasn’t as bad as what would happen if he didn’t.  Danny tried to find out what Pat meant by that comment, but Pat suddenly looked horrified that he had already disclosed too much and clammed up.  

After their little discussion ended, the boys finished washing each other, before Pat got up the courage to share the rest of this information with Danny.  Pat explained that if he refused to give his mother’s boyfriend a blowjob, the guy would force himself on Patrick anally.  Pat quickly assured Danny that he never enjoyed it and that it usually hurt like hell, so Danny attempted to console Pat about what had happened to him.  However, that’s when Patrick surprised Danny with his next comment.  Pat confided that he often wondered what the guy felt when he sucked him off and figured it must have been pretty good, because the guy wanted it done to him so often.  Pat then asked Danny if he would suck him off, so he could find out why that guy had enjoyed it so much.

Danny agreed to do this for him, so he bent down and took Pat’s tool into his mouth.  Patrick was already rock hard when he got into position, so Danny began to kiss and lick the head of Pat’s penis, before he ran his tongue up and down the length of his rod.  After finishing that activity, Danny moved lower and took Pat’s ‘nads into his mouth, one at a time, and sucked on them tenderly, while bathing them with his copious salivary juices.  Patrick started to get weak-kneed again, which caused Danny to move him slightly, so he was able to lean back against the shower wall and stay propped up between Danny and the tile.  Soon, Danny finished the preliminaries and engulf Pat’s entire rod in his mouth and throat, taking him all the way down to his pubes.  Patrick gasped as Danny’s hot mouth surrounded his meat, as he felt a pleasure that was previously unknown to him.

Danny began a slow, steady, bobbing motion on Pat’s lance, letting his tongue and lips stimulate every fraction of it within his reach.  Pat was moaning quite loudly at this point and began to instinctively thrust his hips in and out of Danny’s mouth.  Danny decided that he better bring him off as quickly as he could, before Pat tried to ram his penis through the back of his head.  

Applying maximum suction on Patrick’s boner, as it slid hectically to and fro, it only took a couple of dozen strokes before Patrick’s body went rigid, his tool swelled, his nuts drew toward his body, his back arched and his penis was thrust deeply into Danny’s mouth.  It stayed embedded there, while his hot, creamy production gushed forth and coated Danny’s oral lining.  Danny continued to suck and drain his hose, while Pat yelped and whimpered in delight above him.  Danny felt Patrick’s body begin to slump forward, so he reached up with his arms and helped support his weight, so he wouldn’t collapse and hurt himself.  Once Danny completed his ministrations on Pat’s groin, he stood up and held his brother tightly to his own body, clinging to him until he could stand unaided again.  Even then Danny continued to hold onto him, to let him know he had also enjoyed what they had just done.

Pat’s head was swimming, as he came down from his post-orgasmic bliss, because he had been totally overwhelmed by the intensity of his climax.  It had been the most powerful he had ever experienced.  He now wrapped his arms around his partner and squeezed the air from Danny’s lungs, with this sudden bone-crushing embrace.  

“That was absolutely wonderful,” he told his struggling partner.  “Now I know why that guy wanted me to do it to him all of the time.  I don’t agree with how he got what he wanted, but now I know WHY he wanted it.  Thanks, Danny, you were just great.”

Danny broke free of the bear hug and gasped to refill his lungs with air.  When Pat saw what Danny was doing, the realization of what he had done began to hit home.  “Damn, I’m sorry, Danny.  I was just so happy, but I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” Danny gasped out, “you just made it a little tough for me to breathe.  I’m fine, though, and I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed it?  I loved it,” Pat enthused.  “Thanks, man, that was incredible, but now it’s my turn to do it for you.”

“You don’t have to, Pat,” Danny told him, especially after hearing what had happened to him in the past.  “I know you never enjoyed doing it with that other guy, so you don’t have to do it now, just because you think you need to pay me back.”

“No, Danny, I only hated it because he MADE me do it and didn’t give me a choice,” Pat explained.  “This isn’t the same thing.  This time I WANT to do it.  That’s the difference.  Right now I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me, and I don’t look at it as sick or perverted, as I did when he forced me to do it to him.  Now, it’s just my way of saying thank you and letting you know that I think you’re really special.  Please, Danny, just let me do this for you.”

“Hey, I won’t argue with you if you really want to do it,” Danny conceded, “but I just wanted you to know that you didn’t HAVE to do anything.”

“Thanks and that makes a whole world of difference,” Pat confessed, “but this time I want to, so are you ready?”

“Oh boy, am I!” Danny exclaimed, looking forward to his own climax.  

With a definite purpose and urgency to his actions, Pat knelt down in front of Danny and stroked his semi-hard penis into a full-blown erection.  He stuck his tongue out as he began to play with Danny’s helmet and teased his slit.  Pat manipulated Danny’s ball bag with his fingers, but never approached this area with his mouth.  Danny wasn’t certain as to why he never did, but it just never happened.  Instead, Patrick slid his lips over Danny’s dickhead and slowly slid down his shaft.  He was nearly two-thirds of the way down the length of his two-by-four, when his gag reflex took over and forced him to pull back a bit.  

Danny immediately assured him he didn’t have to take the whole thing into his throat and could use his hand to stimulate the lower part, if that was easier.  Pat quickly informed Danny he never let himself be forced to take more than just a inch or two for his mother’s boyfriend, because he hated it and wasn’t going to give that guy any more pleasure than he absolutely had to.  However, he now admitted to Danny that he really wanted to try to take all of him, but Danny warned him that might not be possible at this point.  Danny went on to explain that in time, and with practice, he might be able to do it, but for right now he should just do what he was comfortable with.

Happily, Pat went back to work on Danny’s love mast and slid up and down on it, like a kid trying to climb a greased pole.  Soon he had Danny panting and then took him over the edge.  As his orgasm approached, Danny began to thrust his pelvis forward, but not deeply into Pat’s throat, until he filled Patrick’s gullet with his male-milk.  Spurt after spurt of that rich, creamy liquid slid down Pat’s digestive tube and he sucked greedily on this boy-teat, until he had extracted every drop of Danny’s seed.  

Weary from the effort, they broke apart and Pat sat on the floor of the shower stall.  Within seconds, Danny bent down and took Pat in his arms and caressed him and thanked him for what he had done.  Both boys smiled at each other and hugged again before they got up, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to dry.  Before they left the room, however, Danny took a chance and gave Pat a quick kiss.  It wasn’t the opened mouthed, tongue swallowing variety, but it was more than just the peck on the lips that you’d give your mother or your aunt.  Pat smiled, but blushed, and they each went to their own room for the rest of the evening.

After Danny told me this story, he left and finished getting ready, while I went up to my room to do the same.  I was amazed by what Danny had just told me.  That was quite some turn of events for a boy who was angrily calling everyone ‘homos’ not that long ago.  

Once the boys were ready, I took them to school.  When I dropped the group off at the high school, I noticed that Kevin still looked pretty depressed and Dustin still appeared upset.  I guess a good night’s sleep, if that’s what they got, didn’t help very much.  I hoped things might settle down by dinnertime, but I wasn’t sure.  

That wasn’t the only thing on my mind, though.  Next Monday was also Cole’s birthday and I was planning a party for him on Sunday and doing this, while still being able to keep it a secret, was very difficult.  I think Cole was beginning to believe we’d all forgotten about his birthday and he became moodier as his special day drew near.  I felt bad that he was taking it this way, but I knew if we could hold off until then, the surprise would more than make up for any depression or feeling of rejection he might be experiencing now.  

Of course, the rest of the boys knew about my plans and had also arranged for Brandon and Jay to come over and spend the night on Saturday, so they’d be there for the party on Sunday.  I didn’t think their being there would make him suspicious, as they stayed over quite often, and I wanted to pull this off for him.  Cole told me sometime after he had come to live with us that he couldn’t remember ever having a birthday party, except for those at school, so I knew there was no way he’d ever had a surprise party either.  Realizing the thrill he would feel when everyone shouted ‘surprise,’ caused me to be as excited about this little bash as any of the boys.  However, I didn’t have any more time to consider this now, as I had to shift my attention to running my school.  

I was currently dealing with a major glitch in our public address system, which we’d been trying to correct for some time, but the major obstacle was that the system was old.  At present, it was working poorly and the messages kept coming out garbled, like you were speaking underwater.  However, there was no money in the budget to replace it until next year, so we’d had several different members of the custodial staff trying to repair it, but none of their attempts brought any lasting results.  That’s why, when a page come for me over the intercom, I knew it meant there must be a problem.  None of the faculty or staff liked to use the intercom while we were experiencing these difficulties and resorted to utilizing it only for emergencies.   

It was the middle of the day and the older children in my school were at lunch.  I was going over some reports in my office, when a page came for me over the intercom.  However, I could barely even make out my name.  

“Mr. C… e?”

“Yes.”

“Could… come… Cafeteria?  Cole… caught… mas… ate… and … hit… aide… head.”

“He did what?” I nearly screamed, in response.  The person on the other end repeated the message, but it was more garbled than before.

“I’ll be right there,” I informed them, hoping they were able to understand me better than I had understood them.

I rushed down to the cafeteria, where I quickly found two of the teacher’s aides standing beside Cole, one on either side, and he was looking very sheepish.  “Jo Ann and Terry, would you please step out here into the hall with me, so we can discuss this.  Due to the problems with the PA system, I’m not sure I understood what you were saying.”  As they started to move toward me, I added, “Cole don’t you dare move from that spot.”

The three of us walked out into the corridor and I turned to the aides.  “I’m not sure I understood what you were trying to tell me.  You know how the intercom is.”  

“I hope you’re not going to pull the typical parent thing and try to protect Cole, just because he’s your son,” Jo Ann said.  “He can’t get out of this one.  I saw him do it.”

“Do what?  I couldn’t understand what you were saying,” I repeated.  

“We said that Cole was caught slinging mashed potatoes in the lunchroom and hit Terry, the other aide on duty, in the back of the head.”  I immediately started laughing, but then fought hard to control my outburst.

“You think that’s funny?” Terry shot back, as they both gave me the most disgusted look they could manage at the time.

“No, I don’t,” I apologized, “but I’m relieved it wasn’t what I first thought you said he did.”

“Why, what did you think we said?” Jo Ann wanted to know.  

“I’m not sure if I should even try to explain this, but I guess you deserve that much, after I laughed at your explanation.  With the breaking up of the message over the speakers, it sounded as if you said that Cole had been caught masturbating and it hit the aide in the head.”  

As soon as I finished that sentence, both aides looked at each other, trying to picture what I had just described, and both immediately began to turn red and snort, as they tried to stifle their own laughter.  It didn’t work though, and we were now standing in the hallway and laughing hysterically.  The teachers and students passing by, as well as the kids still in the lunchroom, thought we had all flipped out or gone completely crazy, but it took a while for us to regain our composure.  When we did, Jo Ann spoke again.  

“Oh, Josh.  I’m so sorry I spoke to you like that earlier.  I was afraid you were going to brush this off, just because he’s your son.”

“I think both of you should know me better than that by now,” I replied.  “I would never protect any of my boys, if they were in the wrong.  If anything, I would be even harder on them than anyone else.  Send Cole out here and I’ll deal with him now.  He’ll be going back to my office with me, so we can discuss this incident further.”

They both apologized to me again, but when they saw Cole and thought back to what I thought they’d said about what had happened, they both started giggling again.  This really confused Cole, because he didn’t understand what they were laughing about and thought this meant he was going to be a dead man.  From that point on, he shuffled toward me with his head down and his shoulders slouched, almost looking like a submissive puppy.

“Up to my office, young man.  We’ll discuss this situation there,” I informed him.  

He walked beside me up to my office, never glancing at me even once, and the entire walk was done in complete silence.  When we entered my office, I closed the door and told him to sit.  “Now I’d like to hear your version of this story.”

“I shot some of my mashed potatoes at one of the other kids,” he admitted, “but it hit the aide instead.”  He never looked up at me during that whole sentence.

“Do you want to explain WHY you were shooting potatoes at another student?” I enquired.  

“Not really,” he shot back, quickly.

“Well, I’d like to hear it, anyway,” I persisted.  

Cole looked up at me, with this sad puppy-dog look on his face, but he wasn’t crying.  He gazed into my eyes for the first time since I went down to get him and I could tell there was more than just a little embarrassment that was causing his reluctance.  

“Please, tell me,” I prodded him. “I know you well enough to understand you wouldn’t do such a thing without reason.  I’d just like to know what it was.”  He studied my face for a while longer, which also gave him time to choose his words carefully.  Finally, he spoke.  

“A boy at the other table was saying that I was dumb and so stupid that I wouldn’t be in this school, if you weren’t my father.”  He almost spat out the words, rather than speak them, and I knew the other boy’s taunts had hurt him deeply.

“You know you’re not stupid or dumb,” I assured him.  “You just have some trouble learning.  Even Albert Einstein had a learning disability, but look at what he accomplished.”

“Was that other kid right?” Cole challenged, after it appeared that he had failed to listen to what I’d just said.  “Would I be sent to another school if I wasn’t your son?”  He was obviously concentrating more on what the other kid had said, rather than what I was telling him.

“No, Cole, you wouldn’t,” I stated adamantly.  “There isn’t anything wrong with you that we can’t compensate for.  It’s just that you need to learn using different techniques than most of the others, that’s all.  It’s not that you can’t learn the material, it’s just that you need to approach it differently.”  At this point I paused, to see if he was digesting what I’d just told him.  

“I’d like to know who this other boy is?” I pressed, once I thought he’d understood my message.  

“I can’t tell you,” he insisted, after a horrified look came across his face. 

“Can’t or won’t?” I challenged.  

“I guess it’s won’t,” he admitted, reluctantly.  “Please, let me handle this myself.  I don’t need my dad taking care of my problems.  That would only make it worse.  I’ll either learn to ignore him or I’ll prove to him that he’s wrong.”  Cole was determined to do this his own way.  

“I guess that proves it,” I responded, admiring his stance.  

“What do you mean?  Proves what?” he asked, not understanding.  “Proves that I can’t do this myself?”

“No!” I acknowledged.  “It proves you’ve already solved your problem all by yourself.  You looked at the situation, decided what would be best for you and then made your decision.  A stupid kid would have taken the easy way out and let me handle the problem for him.  You didn’t do that.  That proves to me that you’re not stupid.”

Cole flashed me a little grin and then began to walk toward me.  “Thanks, Dad.  You made me feel better without doing anything to interfere.  I really appreciate that.”

“Well, don’t start feeling too good,” I warned him.  “You’ll still have to be disciplined for the mashed potato thing.  You knew better than to do something like that.”

“I know,” he admitted, “but I just lost my cool.  I’ll accept whatever punishment you say and won’t complain.  I know I deserve it, although I wish my aim had been better.”

“Very funny,” I remarked, sarcastically.  “You are assigned to three after school detentions, starting today, and you are barred from attending all after school functions for that same period.  You will also write a note to the aide, explaining your actions and apologizing about what happened.”  He just shrugged slightly and nodded.  

“Now, go out and take a seat in the waiting area until your next class,” I advised him.  “It will only be a few more minutes until the bell sounds.”

“Okay, dad,” he agreed, as he started to leave my office, but then he stopped at the door and turned back toward me.  “I’m sorry I did that.  I know you’re disappointed in me and that I embarrassed you by what I did.  I will try to do better from now on.  Okay?”

“Come here, you little stinker,” I told him, proud that he had taken that additional step.  After he walked over to me, I gave him a big hug.  “You didn’t embarrass me, although I was disappointed that you didn’t resolve your problem with the other student a better way.  I love you and understand we all make mistakes from time to time.  As long as those mistakes are minor, you learn from them and you’re willing to take responsibility for your actions, then I can live with that.”  I kissed him on the forehead.  “Now get out of here, you rascal, before I change my mind and decide I need to paddle your bottom.”  As he turned and started to leave the office, I couldn’t resist the opportunity and gave him a playful smack on his rear.  Cole immediately spun back around.  

“What was that for?” he asked, laughing.

“For making me forget I was the principal and causing me to slide into my father mode.  I don’t usually kiss and hug the other students.”  He merely smiled at me, before he turned and went out the door.  He barely had time to sit down before the bell sounded, but he did wave to me as he headed off to his next class.