Date: Thu, 28 May 2020 12:58:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Full Service at Dad's Motel Part 2 Full Service At Dad's Motel By Danny Smith Part 2 Dad's jaw literally dropped. "Oh my God, it's you?" He didn't shout. He was clearly angry, but he wasn't shouting, he was whispering. I think he was fighting back tears. Maybe he wanted to hit me, I don't know. The next thing he did was bang on other stall door. "Get the hell out here." The stud opened his door and stood there bravely. "Sir, it's not what you think." "How the hell do you know what I think? And what is it then? Do you know how old my son is?" "No sir, I assumed he was of age." "Of age to what? To be turned into a pervert?" "Sir, it's not perverted. It's wrong I know, we shouldn't have been here in public, but..." "Wait a minute! You're one of those Air Force guys from the base, aren't you?" "Yes sir, I'm Capt. Steve Beiser, stationed at Keesler, but they put me up here just temporarily." "Well, that ends today. I don't care where you end up, just get off my property." "Sir, if I could just..." "Just what? My son is 16 years old! Do you know what the penalty is for statutory rape?" "Sir, I had no idea, I just..." "Who is your commanding officer? Tell me right now." "Col. Roger Baker." The stud now sounded defeated. I was so uncomfortable I couldn't speak. But I wanted to say something to Dad to try and defuse the situation. "Dad, it's not like that. He didn't force me or anything," was all I could choke out. Dad's only response was, "Go to your room son. And you," speaking to the stud, "I want you to have Col. Baker call me by the end of the day." All Capt. Beiser and I could do was slink off. I went to my room and closed the curtains tight, threw myself on the bed, and began bawling my eyes out. I seriously thought about killing myself, and why not? This was worse than any teasing I ever got at school. Was Dad going to kick me out? Was he really going to press charges. That would mean me testifying in court. At that point I seriously thought about ending it all and taking my own life but I couldn't think of any way to do it. Plus I didn't want to. I was scared about what was going to happen to me but I was scared of everything at that point. Thank God I didn't take that step. Because the next day is when my life changed. For the better. For much, much better, in ways I could never have imagined. And it changed pretty quickly. All because of two conversations. The first was when Col. Baker arrived. It wasn't that same day, it was the next morning, and he didn't call, he came in person. I think he wanted to wait to give Dad time to cool off, or get his thoughts together or something. Baker showed up at about 9:00. I was working the front desk when he came in and announced who he was and that he was here to see the owner. He was in full uniform, with a chest full of medals. He was a strikingly handsome man, tall, manly, with chiseled good looks. Steve had been a cross between a redhead and a blond -- what my Mom used to all "strawberry blond." Steve was the all-American boy type. Col. Baker was different -- the classic, smoldering "tall, dark, and handsome" type. He appeared to be in his late 30s or early 40s, and looked so amazingly masculine in his uniform that, despite everything that had happened I found myself attracted to him. Staring at him. I was standing there visualizing him naked, when he said, "Son, are you okay? I do need to see the owner. Oh wait a minute...are the one who...?" "Yes sir, I am. But I don't want anyone to get in trouble! Really Sir, it was my fault not his. I wanted it. Please don't let him get into trouble. I want to make this right." "You don't have any idea how good that makes me feel. I'm so proud to hear you own up to the truth. Steve's account... excuse me Capt. Beiser's account... matches yours. I think there might be a way out of this for all of us. Would you be willing to make it clear to your father that this little "get together" was your idea?" "Oh yes I would sir, I know Dad is furious with me and I hate myself for that, but I'll do anything to try and make it right. Anything" "That's excellent. I'm proud to hear you say that. I just have one last question." He paused for what seemed like an hour but was probably only thirty seconds. "Did you enjoy it?" I couldn't bring myself to answer right away. I looked down, unable to bring myself to tell him the truth. Finally I brought my head up, stared him straight in the eyes and said, "Yes Sir, I did. That was the best thing that ever happened to me in my entire life." "Okay son, that's all I need to hear. It's probably better if I run this by your dad alone, without you being there. Wish me luck." I told Dad that the Col. Baker was here and wanted to talk to him. He came out, unsmiling. He didn't seem as upset as he was the night before. But his eyes were red. They walked into Dad's office together and closed the door. It wasn't until later that I learned what went on in that office. From what I could piece together from both Dad and the Col. it must have gone something like this: Col. Baker started off by apologizing for what happened, and tried his best to defend his young officer. Turns out the guy was a fighter pilot, and a really good one. Dad wasn't actually mad at me that I was gay, he suspected it a long time ago. He didn't like the shock of seeing us in action (even though he didn't actually see anything) and didn't want to think that a grown man had taken advantage of his only child. Dad talked about how he'd been struggling since Mom died and he inherited the motel. Plus it wasn't doing well. Business was not great and he was losing money. That's when the Colonel made The Offer. Basically, he said that he could designate our motel as the offsite accommodation of choice, and that anytime anyone from the Base needed a room he would require them to stay here. Best of all he had the authority to negotiate a room rate that turned out to be double what Dad was charging. In exchange, Dad would keep quiet about what happened here. That way the USAF was off the hook, I was spared the embarrassment of testifying, and the motel could prosper. Then came the kicker -- the one that changed my life in unbelievable ways. "And I think you should make your son available." "What do you mean `available'?" "Only that you let him do what he wants to do." He continued on, "Please don't take offense at this but Steve said your son is a natural. It was the best blowjob he'd ever had in his life." "What the hell is that supposed to mean! I'm supposed to pimp out my son?" Dad sort of flared up. " Now don't misunderstand, I'm not suggesting anything improper here. No `extra fee' for hiring his services. The money part of the deal stays above the table. But `below the table,' so to speak, you just agree to let your son do what he wants to do anyway." "And what is that, exactly?" "Let him visit a guy in his room, if he wants to, or let him hang out in the restroom. I swear to you no one will ever force him to do anything. At least none of my men will. But I also swear to you, your son will be very comfortable with the arrangement. Of course, you'll need to ask him yourself to make sure. And remember," he added after a long pause, "what I'm offering you in exchange will be very lucrative." At least that's the way I pictured the conversation in my mind after talking to both of them. And I wasn't far wrong, I think. And that's the way it turned out. Dad called me into the office and asked Col. Baker to excuse himself and wait in the reception area. He didn't grill me, and he didn't make me feel bad. He told me he loved me and didn't ever want to see me hurt. Then he explained that "only if you want to" I could be with anyone I wanted any time I wanted, as long as I kept up with my homework. He didn't mention the financial arrangement, I learned that later, but it wouldn't have made any difference. When I learned about it, I didn't feel like I was being pimped out at all! Just the opposite in fact. I felt like at last I was being able to contribute more to the motel succeeding than just folding towels and changing bedsheets. He made sure one last time that "you have the right to turn anyone down for any reason at all." I felt like I was living in a wonderful dream. Lots of men would be coming to our motel, staying for a night or two, and I could service any of them anytime they wanted it -- and only if I wanted to! How could I have asked for more? In fact, that service started that same day. Dad and I came out of the office, Col. Baker was still there as Dad had asked. They shook hands and parted friends. But as the officer was leaving he turned back around to Dad and said, "You know, just for government purposes I have to be able to say that I've inspected the premises." There was a long pause. "Would you mind giving me a key to one of the rooms?" Dad did just that. I couldn't read the expression on his face and his thoughts were his own. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Remember, you can say `no' to anyone for any reason." The Col. took the key and walked out, saying to me "would you mind showing me where this room is?" OMG, was this really going to start right now?! That had to be what he meant because, as I said, there were only 12 rooms. He could have figured it out himself pretty easily. We walked together past a couple of doors to the room that was unoccupied. He unlocked the door, stepped inside, turned back to me and -- in the exact same move as the Steve the fighter pilot, cocked his head just slightly indicated "come in." I walked inside. To be continued...