Tabula Colton

Chapter 27- Cabana Boys

I watched Justin make his meal. He looked so dedicated. We finished the tuna and then moved on to other recipes. I tried to mirror Justin's seriousness and I copied all the notes he made.

Our last recipe was making a dessert to give to our daddies. It was super healthy of course. We mixed up these fancy grains with berries and nuts stuck together with honey. We baked them and cut them into squares. They were super protein bars for post-workouts.

We packed them in fancy boxes and tied them with bows and wrote love notes to our owners. We left them there and a resort worker would deliver them to our rooms.

"I'm to escort you to your next session. Underage boys aren't allowed around on their own," the teacher told me when we'd finished.

He took my hand like I'd wander off and held it as he led me down the hall to the housekeeping course. He delivered me to the teacher there and left.

I texted Mr. Takada while I waited for the class to fill up. Some of the boys had gone for a break so they came in late and the teacher wasn't happy with them. He was a burly, balding man with a barrel chest and a trimmed, brown beard. I told Mr. Takada I was doing ok and following orders.

"I know, boy. I've kept an eye on the app between holes [He was playing golf] and you seem to be following along nicely. Your teacher reported you caused no problems," he wrote back.

The housekeeping course had us cleaning the resort rooms, making beds, wiping counters, other routine things. The teacher was nice enough and gave us tips on different types of cleaners. He gave me some wipes with cleaner in them to go over the rooms.

"Dude, something's wrong with you," Justin said when he caught up to me on the last room. I was in a zone and getting good at scrubbing off daddy funk from a pretty gross bathroom.

"What do you...?" I started to ask what he meant, but then I noticed my hands and arms had red splotches and were feeling dry and itchy. I was having some kind of allergic reaction to the cleaner.

"Oh Shit!" I yelled out. I dropped the wipe and went out to the hallway where the teacher was going over something on a clipboard. I held up my arms and he dropped it and went for his phone.

"Go wash with soap and warm water while I get your daddy," he said in a panic.

He followed me into the bathroom of the closest room and unwrapped a new soap bar while I turned on the water. I heard him talking frantically to someone I assumed must have been Mr. Takada. I rubbed the soap over my hands and tried to get it off.

Two minutes later Mr. Takada ran in red-faced and sweaty. He came to me and took my arms out of the water then grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped my arms together. He lifted me up and carried me out of the room in a rush.

"Eizo is in a cabana doing therapy. He said to rush you down," Mr. Takada explained between gasps as he ran across the resort with me in his arms.

"It hurts, daddy," I whined.

Something about his arms turned me into a total baby. I'd never been one to cry or whine or beg or any of that shit, but his daddy hold on me made me melt into a puddle of pussy boy. I disgusted myself.

"I know baby, almost there," he said as he dashed across the lawn towards the resort pool.

There was loud thumping music and throngs of boys and daddies in speedos and swim shorts bustling about in the pool, on the loungers, all over. There were guys making out, rubbing on each other, doing things that weren't normally for public consumption.

We passed Julian sitting under an umbrella with an older Asian guy close to Mr. Takada's age, whatever that was. He pushed through the curtains of a cabana and we found Eizo working with Dawson. The boy was sitting in a chair with his back to us. He had on big headphones and was watching some weird colored swirls on an iPad. He had no idea we'd entered.