The Castaway Hotel
Book 9

By: B W
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 8
Problems, Problems. 

When Thursday rolled around, we still acknowledged Jesse’s true birth date and wished him a happy birthday again.  The boys also gave him cards and small presents or gift certificates, because they felt bad they had nothing to give him at the party, since I’d kept it a surprise.  It was very obvious that Jesse appreciated their gesture; although he did tell them he’d already received way more than he expected.  In turn, the boys told him they always did something for their other brothers, so he should just get used to it and enjoy what he got.  Jesse thanked them again and I could tell he truly felt special and an integral part of the family now. 

That night, after they went to their room, Andrew gave him an additional present.  Since we’d returned from the cruise, the boys pretty much stopped doing those types of things for a while, because Andrew knew I had originally wanted to keep Jesse out of those activities for now.  However, he felt tonight was different and he used it to give Jesse a special treat. 

As soon as they were in bed, Andrew rolled over and began licking Jesse’s nipples, before continuing down the center of his chest, until he reached Jesse’s bellybutton.  Once there, Andrew let his tongue drift in and out of the tiny depression, which got Jesse giggling, so Andrew started to move a little lower.  When he got to the point where his tongue touched the waistband of Jesse’s underwear, Andrew hopped up on all fours.  Then, he reached over and began pulling Jesses underpants off.  Now that Jesse was naked, the real fun could begin. 

Andrew quickly bent over Jesse’s prone body and began running his tongue around Jesse’s immature penis, which immediately sprang to life.  When this happened, Andrew slid slightly lower and ran his tongue over Jesse’s scrotum, but he also took time to allow each little marble to pop into his mouth, so he could lave it further.  Once he released Jesse’s little pouch, he licked up and down the throbbing shaft, before allowing his tongue to circle the head.  This slow, erotic oral bath had Jesse squirming on the bed, which let Andrew know Jesse was now ready for the payoff.  Andrew eagerly slipped his mouth over the knob and swallowed Jesse’s wand down to the root, before he began bobbing up and down on it. 

By now, Jesse was beside himself with pleasure, as Andrew hit all the spots he knew Jesse received so much enjoyment from.  Jesse’s little butt was bouncing off the mattress, as he met and mirrored each of Andrew’s actions, and their cooperative effort worked as flawlessly as a well-oiled engine.  They kept this up for a couple of minutes, before Jesse began to feel the tingling sensations building in his groin.  Even though it only signaled the beginnings of a dry-orgasm, the intensity of the feeling was nearly as powerful as any climax the older boys might experience.  Once his cock stopped twitching and his body settled down from the orgasmic convulsions it went through, Jesse lay motionless on the bed.  Andrew merely looked up at Jesse’s face, while sporting his own enormous grin, because he could tell how much Jesse had enjoyed what he had just done for him. 

Once Jesse returned to his senses, he sat up and informed Andrew he wanted to do the same thing for him. 

“You don’t need to,” Andrew explained.  “That was just an extra birthday present from me to you – something for you to enjoy, but you don’t have to return the favor.” 

“But I want too,” Jesse countered.  “I like doing it to you as much as having you do it to me.  Pweeeeeze.  Let me do it to you now.” 

“Jesse, are you sure?” Andrew asked, to verify Jesse truly felt this way.  “I mean it, you don’t have to do it to me too.” 

“But I weally want to,” Jesse replied.  “I didn’t like doing it so much when I had to do it to John, but I liked it a lot when I did it with you and Barry.  Pweeeeze.   Won’t you do it as another part of my pwesent?” 

Hearing Jesse put it that way, Andrew wasn’t about to refuse.  Actually, once Jesse brought it up, he was looking forward to having it done to him too, but he just didn’t want Jesse to feel he was obligated to return the favor.  Now that he understood Jesse actually wanted to do this, he was more than happy to allow him to have his fun. 

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” Andrew said, and almost before the words escaped his lips, Jesse was tugging down Andrew’s briefs.  Andrew wasn’t sure if this was because Jesse enjoyed it so much or if he was afraid Andrew would change his mind, but either way, Jesse was on him, like a cat on a mouse.

In fact, Jesse skinned back the extra flesh and exposed the head of that little mouse and toyed with it, like the cat with its victim.  He was all over it, moving it back and forth, sliding the skin up and down, and swiping at it with his tongue.  This action caused Andrew to become erect within seconds, and Jesse soon grew tired of playing these games and swallowed his prey. 

Jesse was attacking Andrew’s dick, like a man on a mission, and wasn’t about to stop until Andrew received as much pleasure form his actions, as he had felt from Andrew’s.  He was nodding up and down on that bad boy, while fondling Andrew’s nuts with one hand and tweaking one of Andrew’s nipples with the other.  This multi-pronged stimulation had Andrew writhing and moaning on the mattress and frantically clawing at Jesse’s head.  Oh, not enough to hurt him, but enough to let him know the effect Jesse was having on him, and Jesse swelled with pride, knowing how much Andrew was enjoying this attention. 

After a couple of frantic minutes of this sensuous and rhythmic dance, Andrew’s body stiffened and then arched upward, as his torso shuddered with delight.  His body was tingling from head to toe, as a powerful dry orgasm overtook him and then he crashed back to earth, with the mattress swallowing up his backside once again.  When he was able to speak again, his thank you to Jesse came out as one very rapid and hectic run-on sentence, during which he didn’t stop to breathe, even though he must have gone on for nearly two minutes.  Jesse merely smiled, knowing he had brought as much satisfaction to his best bud, as Andrew had done for him.  Once things settled down, the boys cuddled up beside one another and drifted off into a deep, blissful slumber. 

Friday, during the day, was fairly routine and uneventful for us.  We did have plans for later that evening, because we were all looking forward to attending the second home football game.  In fact, this time when game day rolled around, the boys had everything they needed to open the concession stand and make sure it would be up and running.  However, the concession stand was not their only, or primary, concern this week, because the game was going to be followed by the gay-straight alliance dance.  Unfortunately, they still had a number of things they wanted to finish before the dance began. 

You see, other than running the concession stand, this was going to be the first major activity the club had sponsored and the boys wanted it to be perfect.  Each of them was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, as they tried to put the finishing touches on the projects they were working on.  In fact, they were so worried they weren’t going to finish in time that they even decided to skip going to the football game altogether, so they could use the time to finish getting set-up for the dance. 

Even though they were just planning on playing CD’s to provide the music, they were still working on which songs to play.  They had put their CD collections together for this event and noted which songs would be appropriate and appreciated by their fellow students.  With this in mind, they made a list of the songs they were going to use from each CD and got them set up in a fairly organized fashion.  A couple of the boys were also working on putting up a large sign showing the gay-straight alliance was sponsoring the dance and welcoming EVERYONE to attend.  They had put up multiple posters around school during the week, which basically said the same thing, but the boys wanted a larger sign for everyone to see as they entered. 

I kept checking on the group running the concession stand and they were doing a marvelous job.  Once the third quarter ended, they closed down and began cleaning up, so they could leave and help the others get ready for the dance too.  My boys finished up what they needed to accomplish shortly after the other group arrived, so then they merely waited for the crowd to show up. 

As soon as the game ended, I said good-bye to Jake, Andrew and Jesse, because Jake was taking that pair home.  Neither Jake nor I felt it would be appropriate for them to be at the dance too, so we felt this would be best.  Once they had departed, I began walking toward the high school and was soon joined by several faculty members and a horde of students.  We were all moving in the same direction, so it looked as if the boys would have a fairly sizable crowd and the dance would be a success. 

The policemen that had been there, to oversee the game and make sure there weren’t any fights or incidents during or after the event, had also agreed to help with the dance.  They were going to stay outside the entrance to the gymnasium, to prevent any problems and help control the crowd.  I told them they would only have to stay until most of the students were inside and then they could leave.  Before long, though, one of the policemen approached me, to bring something to my attention. 

“Mr. Currie, there’s a small group forming outside and it looks as if they’re planning to protest the dance,” he began.  “What would you like us to do about it?” 

“Let me check it out first, and see what they’re up to,” I answered.  “I believe I might know who is responsible for this and can surmise what they’re trying to do.” 

I then went over to the door and looked out at the scene unfolding a short distance away.  I wasn’t surprised to discover our disgruntled board member and four or five others carrying signs and shouting homophobic slurs.  Knowing what was going on and anticipating how far they might be willing to go, I turned to the policeman and responded. 

“Such conduct is not allow on school property, because their actions are in violation of school policy,” I began.  “Tell them if they want to protest, they’ll have to do so on the public sidewalk and not on school grounds.  Unfortunately for them, the sidewalk is about thirty yards from where they are currently standing.  If they give you any trouble, you have my approval to arrest them and the district will file charges.”  He nodded and went back to inform the other officers. 

I was hoping this group would just move and do as they were told, and most did.  The only exception was the pain in my backside, our bigoted board member.  When he was told what the officers were ordering them to do, he became verbally abusive.  He referred to the policemen as ‘Gestapo agents’ and called them ‘Storm Troopers.’  Since he wasn’t cooperating, the officers tried to forcibly guide him to the area I had designated would be appropriate for them to continue their activities, but this provoked the angry board member even more.  In response to the policemen trying to move his demonstration, he ended up pushing one officer and then tried to take a swing at another, after the second officer had stepped forward to restrain him.  Once that happened, he was arrested and taken away in a squad car.  Seeing what happened to their leader, the others with him quickly moved to the area indicated.  They must have lost heart, without him there to lead and egg them on, because they only stayed around for another fifteen to twenty minutes.   

Once they departed, one of the officers returned to the school and advised me about what had happened.  He said I could file a trespassing and unlawful demonstration complaint, but the guy was definitely going to be charged with assaulting two police officers.  He said the first officer had shown considerable restraint in not reacting to the guy initially, especially after he got in the officers face and started calling him names, but he continued to be uncooperative.  After several requests to move to the appropriate area, the officer tried to guide him to the location and that’s when the board member turned and pushed him, which knocked the officer off balance and he fell.  When another officer ran forward to get in between them and get the man to do as requested, the board member threw a haymaker punch at the cop.  The policeman ducked the blow, grabbed the man’s arm and brought it behind his back, so he could put him in handcuffs, before placing him in a patrol car.  They took him off to jail after that, where he would be booked and charged. 

Although I was dismayed to hear this report, I thought it would only serve as another nail in this guy’s coffin, since he was running for re-election now.  Even those sympathetic to his arguments would be less than favorably impressed by his subsequent actions.  This was a very law abiding community, for the most part, and any assault on a police officer carrying out his duty would be looked down upon.  I think that’s why his other supporters left a short time later, once they realized he had gone too far. 

I went back inside and the rest of the evening went very well.  No one at the dance, other than the officers outside and a handful of chaperones I told about the incident, knew what had happened.  I don’t think any of the students realized what had taken place, but they had heard the board member and his followers ranting against allowing gays to dance with each other.  However, none of them were outside when the altercation and subsequent arrest happened.  I was fairly certain something would appear in the following day’s newspaper though, and then the entire community would soon know what had occurred. 

During the remainder of the evening, I wandered around the gym and chatted with some of the students, as they enjoyed themselves.  I did see a couple of girls dancing with other girls, which isn’t that unusual, except when it also happened during the slow dances.  I was disappointed that I didn’t notice any guys dancing with other boys, but maybe I was expecting too much, too soon.  My sons were busy playing the CD’s and making sure everything was going well, so they didn’t get a chance to do anything like that either.  Even if they could have, I’m not sure any of them would have, since I think all four consider themselves bi.  Yes, Dion plans to stay with Trey, Sammy might be interested in Ted and Graham and Little Ricky had also been involved with each other, but I’m not sure any of them, except for Dion, saw himself as spending the rest of his life loving another male.  I may be wrong and they might dance with each other if they are given the chance, but I’m fairly positive Dion would only dance with Trey, if he were to dance with another guy. 

Once the dance ended, Dion thanked everyone for coming and said he hoped they’d had a good time.  The student body then cheered their appreciation, which let the boys know they had, indeed, enjoyed themselves.  Once the gym cleared out, the boys packed up their things and we all went home.  Other than the problems caused by the adults outside the building, there were no other incidents. 

We talked about this later and each of the boys seemed pleased with how things turned out.  They weren’t surprised to learn what had happened with the board member and chuckled over the fact that he got arrested.  They said it served him right and he probably should have been arrested earlier and charged with inciting a riot, although I wouldn’t exactly call what they did a riot. 

Monday, it was the talk of the school.  Several people, including my secretary, approached me and shared their own views concerning what had transpired.  No one seemed to be supporting the actions of our board member, so I also hoped this was the way the rest of the community viewed his actions, as well.

When Captain De Luca from the State Police called me at school on Tuesday, I figured it was about the incident at the dance.  However, I didn’t understand how he would have gotten involved in that, unless the local authorities wanted him to investigate it, to make it appear impartial.  Anyway, I picked up the phone and spoke to him. 

“Josh, I have some news for you on the John Wells case,” he began, referring to Jesse’s stepfather.  It hadn’t even crossed my mind he might be calling about that.  It’s funny how the obvious things can sometimes slip out of sight.

“It seems he accepted the plea agreement and was released on bail,” the Captain continued.  “He was made to wear an ankle monitor, confined to his home and was set to plead out today.  When a couple of deputies went over to pick him up and take him to court, he answered the door and asked them to wait a second, while he finished getting ready.  He then went into his bathroom, and a few seconds later, they heard a gunshot.  They pulled their service revolvers and ran to the door, unsure what had happened.  It soon became apparent Wells had shot himself in the head with a handgun.  He was pronounced dead at the scene.”  I was too shocked to speak. 

“Josh, your son’s problems are over,” the Captain continued, when I didn’t respond.  “The guy took care of the situation himself and now Jesse doesn’t have to deal with him any longer, except to forget it ever happened.” 

“That’s going to take some time,” I finally answered, “but what about Well’s wife, Jesse’s mother.  Did he do anything to her?” 

“No.  A deputy went to contact her at work and informed her about the incident,” he replied.  “She was planning to leave him anyway, once she discovered what he’d done to her son, but I think it came as a complete shock and was too much for her to handle.  She collapsed after hearing the news and had to be taken to the hospital, but the doctor’s said she’d only fainted.  She should be released shortly and the doctors say the incident was the result of delayed shock and extreme stress.”

I was glad to hear that, because I didn’t want anything to happen to Jesse’s mother.  Although she hadn’t protected Jesse at home, she had been wise enough to get him away from there before something worse happened.  I’ll give her that much credit, although I’m not sure what she’s going to do now.

I thanked Captain De Luca for the news and also for his help with this matter.  He responded that he was just doing his job and I should continue to contact him if anything else arose.  I thanked him again for everything he had done for my family and then sat back to think if I was going to share this information with Jesse.  After all, I didn’t want him to feel responsible in any way for his stepfather’s death, but I did want him to know the situation had been dealt with and he didn’t have to worry about the man any longer.  I had to resolve this before I went home later, in case it aired on the news.  It wouldn’t be a local story, but a child molester that committed suicide rather than facing his punishment might make the national news. 

When I got home, I didn’t address the situation immediately.  Instead, I waited to talk it over with Jake first, to see what he thought I should do.  After speaking with him, I finally decided how I was going to handle this, but waited until after we finished dinner before I pulled Jesse aside.  When he was about to leave the table, I asked him to come with me for a second and took him outside on the porch.  Andrew followed along, so I debated if I should send him back into the house or let him stay.  After considering it further, I decided Andrew might be an asset, rather than a hindrance, since he might be able to help Jesse work through this later.  Therefore, I sat a boy on either side of me, as we took our places on the porch swing. 

“Jesse, I think you’ll remember that I told you the State Police were looking into what your stepfather did to you,” I began.  “Do you remember that?”  Jesse merely nodded his head.

“Well, he was all set to take a plea agreement today, which would have meant he was going to spend quite a bit of time in prison,” I continued. 

“Do I have to tell what he did to me in court?” Jesse asked, looking panicked. 

“No!  By accepting the plea agreement, he would admit to what he did, but you wouldn’t be mentioned by name, nor would you have to testify,” I explained. 

“That’s good,” Jesse replied, while breathing a sigh of relief. 

“The thing is,” I continued, “he never went to court.”

“Why not?” Jesse asked, quite loudly.  I could see he was worried about this now. 

“Jesse, there’s no need for concern and he’ll never bother you again,” I told him, as gently as I could.  “Instead of going to prison, he decided he’d rather commit suicide.  He’s dead, Jesse.” 

“But how?” Jesse wondered. 

“It’s my understanding that he shot himself,” I answered.  “I guess he was just afraid of being locked up behind bars for what he’d done.  He knows the other prisoners look down on those that hurt children, so they might have done bad things to him, to make him pay for what he’d done.”  Jesse looked thoughtful for a few seconds and then his eyes shot open in fear. 

“What about my mom?” Jesse screamed. 

“She’s fine,” I assured him.  “She did faint when she was told about what your stepfather did, but other than that she is doing well.”  Jesse seemed to relax, after I told him this. 

“Will I get to see her?” Jesse wondered. 

“I’m not sure,” I answered.  “I guess we’ll have to wait and see if she contacts us.  If she does, I’ll talk it over with you and see how you want to handle it.”

“Does this mean Jesse is going to go back and live with his mother now?” Andrew asked, deeply troubled. 

“Andrew, we don’t know about any of that yet,” I replied, “but if it comes up, I’ll talk it over with Jesse and see what he wants to do.  I know it will be a very difficult decision for him to make, so I hope you won’t make it even harder for him.” 

“But he’s my brother now and I don’t want him to leave,” Andrew confessed, while looking at Jesse.  I could tell both boys were bothered about this, but for different reasons. 

“I understand that, Andrew, but in the end we’re going to have to do what’s right and best for Jesse, not for us,” I explained.  “Let’s not worry about that now though, because nothing has been said about it.  Who knows, his mother may just want to be able to meet with Jesse from time to time, rather than having him come back to live with her.  However, we won’t know for certain until she contacts us.”

This seemed to help reduce some of the tension each of them was feeling and they relaxed a bit.  It doesn’t mean they aren’t still concerned about what decisions might still have to be made and what was going to happen, but they looked at it as something that would happen in the future and not as something that was going to take place today.  Once I was certain they were okay with this, we went back inside, but I made sure they understood they could each come to me if they had any more questions or concerns.  After agreeing that they understood, I let them go off on their own. 

To be continued...

Posted: 01/25/13