A Gay Life to Live Part II Paroled
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3:00 PM
The school day was over.
As Jack was nearing his home, he took a sniff of himself and thought: "damn I smell ripe."
After his encounter that morning with Rick Powers in the Music Room, Jack had no time to shower, so he got dressed and went straight to first period. He was embarrassed, because he thought all his teachers and classmates probable noticed the smell of sex in him. Every time he sat down for another class, he could not help smell the intense musk that was coming from his sweaty balls.
Jack was still very delirious from the events of that morning, not only because Rick had popped his cherry, but because of how incredibly good everything they did together felt. As the day progressed, Jack kept having a mixed feeling of satisfaction and anxiety at the same time. There was no denying himself that he was completely into guys, but at the same time he was more scared than ever that someone would find out and tell his family. He was pretty sure his mom, Blair, would be cool with it, as would his cousins and aunts, since the Cramer family was in the fashion business, so nothing really shocked them anymore. His dad was a whole different story.
As Jack entered his home, he was greeted by his cousin Adriana.
"Hey Jack, how are you?"
"I'm ok. When did you get in from Paris?"
"A few hours ago."
"Are the other Cramer Women here too?"
"No, it's just us kiddo."
A breeze of air came through as Jack was still in front of the open door, sending his foul smell Adriana's way.
"Damn Jack, you must have played a whole lot of sports today, because you smell really nasty. Go shower before the others get home. Yikes."
Jack's eyes opened wide, and immediately ran up to the stairs to the bathroom he shared with his brother Sam.
As he showered, he began stroking his dick, thinking about Rick fucking him. As he kept playing with himself, the image in his mind of Rick penetrating him switched to an image of Nate penetrating him from behind, while kissing his neck. Not being able to hold it in any longer, Jack let go a huge load of semen.
He stepped out of the shower, dried himself, got dressed, and went downstairs again, as he heard his cousins Cassie and Langston come in.
Meanwhile, in another part of town, a young man stood before Judge Novella Fitzwater, a corpulent African-American woman in her sixties, whose face and demeanor let you know not to mess with her.
"Mr. Joplin, after reviewing your case, it is my decision that you have proven to this Court that you have fulfilled your debt to the State of Pennsylvania, and I am granting you parole. Remember, that you still have to report every week to your parole officer. You are to remain living, for the duration of what's left of your sentence, in your mother's motel and you are to report every day to the Llanview Community Center to provide counseling to young addicts, as community service.
Schuyler Joplin could not be any happier today. Three years in prison might not sound like a lot, but to him it was an eternity.
Statesville Prison was a really horrible place, filled with Pennsylvania's worst criminals, some of which he actually knew. One of those prisoners was his father, Mitch Laurence. He made an effort to avoid him as much as possible, and was glad when he was killed after escaping prison.
During his time in jail, Schuyler had made friends with the least likely person: Cole Thornhart. When they had first met while Schuyler had been Cole's teacher, Cole hated him because he believed that Schuyler had tried to get it on with his girlfriend Starr. Eventually Cole realized nothing had ever happened between the two of them, other than a silly schoolgirl crush on a teacher.
For almost two years Schuyler and Cole had shared a cell, until Cole escaped, along with many others, during the 2011 New Year's Eve Blackout. Schuyler had decided not to try to escape, since he hoped that good behavior might get him paroled and out of his nightmare.
During the time that they were cellmates, Schuyler and Cole had become pretty intimate with each other. Being together every day and needing to satiate their sexual urges turned the two young men into sex buddies. Schuyler, who was some ten years older than Cole, was the one who initiated the relationship, but Cole was a more than willing partner.
About three nights into Cole's sentence for killing Elijah, he heard Schuyler, who slept on the bottom bunk bed, jacking off. Cole began laughing, not knowing what to make of the situation. Schuyler heard Cole's laugh, put his dick back in his prison jumpsuit and got up.
"What are you laughing at dude?"
"I don't know man; it's kind of awkward listening to you rub one off."
"Well I'm horny and I'm not gonna see a chick in a long time, so sorry bro, I have to do what I have to do."
"I get you man, and it's cool, it's just that it's weird hearing a guy masturbating in front of you, or beneath you, in this case."
Schuyler then started laughing too. "What? You've never jacked off with a buddy before?"
"Sure, but not since I was in tenth grade dude; and that was with my best friend."
His interest peaked, Schuyler jumped to Cole's bunk, still with a hard-on that was noticeable in his jumpsuit and sat next to Cole.
"Don't tell me, you had jack-off competitions with your best bud in High School? Yeah I did that too."
"Well yeah, kind of. When we had sleepovers my best friend Markko and I would jerk off next to each other on the floor and see who could shoot the farthest."
"And who won?"
"Me. Always," said Cole with a proud tone.
"Is he the only guy you did it with?"
"Well, actually, know that I think about it, there was this one time when my friend Matthew caught me masturbating and he asked me what I was doing, and I ended up teaching him how to do it."
"Wow. Hey listen, since you've done it before, and obviously no one is going to know, how about we jack off together. I'm really horny man."
"I still think it's kind of weird, but I guess I'm kind of horny as well."
Having said that, Cole unzipped his jumpsuit all the way down, pulled the elastic waist of his tighty whiteys down and stuck it under his ballsack.
As he did that, Schuyler stared at Cole, examining his white flesh, his gorgeous blue eyes, his black hair and his beautiful fat lips. Moving his stair down, he noticed that although by no means fat, Cole was not thin either, nor did he have a ripped chest or abs. He did not have much chest hair, except for a dark treasure trail that ended in a thick mound of dark black public hair.
Cole's dick was about six inches, cut, and he had a hairy nutsack, containing two Ping-Pong size balls.
Although he kept pulling on it, Cole's nervousness at the situation, sitting with his dick out right next to his former teacher, was not letting him get hard.
Schuyler, on the other hand, was as hard as he was when he was playing with himself.
A young man in his early thirties, Schuyler had a cute chubby face, a birthmark in one of his cheeks, light brown hair, and a smile that could melt icebergs. He worked out daily, so his body was cut and he had a really hot chest and abs. His thighs were thick and hard from all the running he did when he was in college and when he lost his job as a teacher over the Starr Manning incident. He wasn't naturally hairy, but since he was in prison, he had no chance to trim what little chest hair he had or his dick and balls, as he usually did before.
Whipping his seven inch uncut dick out again, Schuyler began to furiously masturbate. The scent of penis filled the cell.
At some point he realized that although Cole was rubbing his dick, it was still flaccid. Without even thinking it, Schuyler used his free hand and began jerking Cole's limp penis. This caught Cole by surprise, but he began to get hard. Not even wanting to think about what was happening; Cole just closed his eyes and let whatever was going to happen, happen.
Increasing the pace of his jerking, Schuyler began to moan as he came, soiling Cole's bedsheets with six ropes of semen. Cole was still not nearly ready to orgasm, so Schuyler shifted in the bed so that he was kneeling sideways, and began to suck on Cole's dick. Still with his eyes closed, Cole could not help but enjoy the feelings that Schuyler's tongue was giving his dickhead. At some point, Schuyler had managed to begin fingering Cole without him realizing it, rubbing with two fingers Cole's prostate.
Schuyler was no stranger to a little man-on-man action. As a junkie in Las Vegas, he regularly gave guys blowjobs in exchange for money to support his fix. Sometimes, he even teamed with his girlfriend Stacey to have threesomes with guys, so that they would pay him extra.
After about eight minutes of his dick being blown, Cole screamed out: "Mr. J. I'm about to come."
"You can cum in my mouth if you want Cole."
"Are you sure?"
"Go ahead."
Not having any kind of sexual activity in a long time, Cole screamed as loud as a Banshee as he filled Schuyler's mouth with what seemed like a gallon of semen.
"How do you feel?" asked Schuyler with a grin on his face and already knowing the answer.
"Dude, that was incredible, weird, but incredible. I'm not going to say I like it more than having sex with Starr, but it definitely felt great. This doesn't make us gay though, right?"
"Well Cole, there's nothing wrong with our friendship having some benefits, and since we're gonna be here for a long time, I think we should make it as enjoyable as we can."
That was the first of many crazy and horny nights between Cole and Schuyler.
Arriving at his mother Roxy's motel, Schuyler ran into a gorgeous guy he assumed was someone staying in one of the rooms. He had dirty blond curly hair, a smile as cute as his, a strong muscular body, and a great bubble butt.
To his surprise, the man extended his hand to shake his and asked: "you are Schuyler Joplin, right?"
"Yes, I am. Do I know you?"
"No, but we are going to see each other pretty frequently from now on."
"Why is that?"
"I am your Court-appointed counselor. My job is to make sure that the process of reinserting yourself into Society goes as smoothly as possible. We're supposed to meet every Friday, after you've checked in with your parole officer."
Schuyler couldn't believe he had lucked out, having one of the most beautiful men he had ever laid his eyes on as his counselor, and that he was going to get to see him every week. He was even beginning to get a vibe on his gaydar.
"Well then, I guess I should say: nice to meet you, Mr. __?"
"Douglas. Billy Douglas."
END OF PART II