Chapter 307 – Meeting our New Roommate
Wednesday morning came early. Jake had his way with my ass that caused a third ejaculation for me the during the night, after having pounded out Ken and James. Still, we were off to class, ready to take on the day.
We got our usual flashing from Phil in Stat class. I asked him after class if he was ready for Ladies’ Night. He was all excited, mainly because his girlfriend couldn’t make it tonight, having to attend a study group of all things. Phil said he was going to get some new pussy tonight and enjoy it. Jake and I wished him well. Knowing him, he probably would score well, right up there with Sandy and Chuck, maybe even Bone. Sex was certainly not on my mind, having had my balls drained severely the night before.
Jake and I ran by the medical center right after Stat class, skipping our morning coffee at the SU with our buddies. Dawson was just being released. We met his parents, who seemed very nice and very concerned about their son. He looked good. His parents thanked us profusely for caring for him and looking in on him.
“Mom, Dad, you wouldn’t believe what all Josh had to go through to help take care of me. It was way over the top, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend,” he told them. I was just praying he wasn’t going to give them details. They thanked me over and over again, wanting to know if there was anything they could do for me. I told them to take good care of my friend and swim team co-captain. Dawson gave me a big long hug and thanked me again. Jake got a bro-hug, which made him happy. Dr. Wayne came in to tell Dawson goodbye and again re-iterated what a great help I had been throughout the whole investigative treatment process, getting him to the hospital and visiting him every day, sometimes staying with him at nigh to get him calmed down. Doc said it was way over and above the call of being a friend with the things I did to help him. His mother hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to tell her good luck with your kid, but I assured them he was a great friend. If they only knew.
We hurried back to Marketing, after saying our goodbyes to Dawson and his family, Dawson promising to see us soon. His mother wasn’t so sure of that. Ty was happy to see us, but class was about to start, so we didn’t have our little conversation time beforehand. After class I asked him if he was coming tonight. He said he thought he’d skip tonight as he had some work to do for his thesis that he’d been neglecting since he met us. He said he usually worked on his thesis over the weekends, but our Gay Night on Saturday night and last weekend’s trip to the City made him fall behind. I patted him on the back and told him we’d miss him. Oddly enough, he said he’d miss the great shower we had. I told him to come over anytime for that. He told us he appreciated the offer.
We had lunch with Buzz and Jordan, as usual, telling them to rent the additional office space as Ken wanted to start out with 4 additional personnel. Oddly enough, Jordan said he kind of had that number in mind himself. I told him to talk to Ken and make arrangements to show him the space and ask him what he needed office furniture wise. I told Thad to e-mail Jordan the spreadsheet Ken prepared as to the accounting expense proposition Ken put together. Jordan said he was interested in seeing that. I told Jordan, I thought it made a lot of sense. Jordan said he was sure it did, as he had been thinking along those lines himself, but Greer didn’t seem much interested in talking about it, probably due to his depression over Stoney’s absence. I told Jordan I got Stoney to call Greer the other night to cheer him up. Jordan seemed relieved that happened. I told him I was also.
Buzz said he’d been looking at the office building plans he designed a few years ago and thought the footprint of the building would fit perfectly on the additional land we had, even let us use the same parking lot. He said there’d be plenty of parking for the office building during the day and parking for bar patrons at night when we were the busiest at the bar. I asked him about our lunch business. He reminded me that many of our lunch patrons were foot traffic like he and Jordan. Plus, many of them would use the office building and would have already been parked here. He was making perfect sense, it seemed anyway. I told him to keep working on it, but reminded him, we had a dormitory to devote most of our efforts to.
“You know we could make this office building the Stoney Enterprises Corporate Office Headquarters,” he mentioned proudly. “Of course, I’d want to office there also, so we need some room for some paying tenants to help pay for the building overall,” Buzz mentioned.
“Not sure Stoney would like having the headquarters over here, with him over there,” I replied.
“Josh, he’s not over there. No one knows where he is,” Buzz reminded me.
“Good point, but he’s coming back sometime, and I’m not sure what all he’ll want to do. Better plan on having some of our offices here, at least the centralized accounting department and then there’s our local legal department with Jordan, and last, but not least, our beloved architect, Buzz. Can’t leave the designer of the building and our beloved friend out now, can we,” I chided. Buzz just beamed.
I caught Eric going by and told him I thought we had another server for him that could be here during the day for the lunch crowd. He said we couldn’t hire enough of those fast enough, as he was having to help serve and tend bar. I told him the new guys might start on Friday and would be staying here. I would fill him in on Dylan later. Eric thanked me for the help. I thought maybe hiring Dawson, when he came back, might just be a good idea, if Eric was desperate for help.
I ate quickly, then ran into the office to check e-mail. Thad was there taking care of the previous day’s receipts. “How was Cliff last night?” I had to ask, smiling at him as I did. Thad smiled.
“I pulled a Josh,” he told me proudly. I gave him a confused look. “I told him it was his turn to top me this time,” he said referring to me telling Jake he had to top me last night.
“You dog, you,” I replied. “Did he?” I asked.
“Damn right, he did. I have to say it was memorable also, almost as good as you and Jake,” Thad said, proudly. I went over and hugged him.
“That was quite a night last night with Ken and James. Damn near wore out my dick and dried up my balls,” I teased.
“Just think about what will be going through our minds as we sit in his class this afternoon, and think about him naked with our cocks up his ass,” Thad mentioned. I had to laugh.
“We can’t. We just can’t,” I said chuckling.
“It’s going to happen. Our minds are going to think back to last night with him getting his ass pounded with our cocks. Admit it. We can’t help it,” Thad stated, with a devilish grin.
“You’re so bad. I’m not sure if I’d have thought about it or not. Maybe. I guess I would. Yeh, probably. But now that you brought it up, I won’t be able stop that mental picture, thanks to you, Thad,” I scolded. Thad laughed, and reminded me of all the crazy shit I put in his brain last semester. He had me dead to rights on that. I pleaded guilty on all charges there.
We did manage to find Ken in his office before Accounting class. He shook his head when he saw us. “Damn, you guys wore us out last night. I have to say, it was pretty damned hot,” Ken said smiling. I leaned in and kissed him, then Thad did as well. “Shit, I love you kisses also. Thad, you really know how to use that nice cock of yours, I have to say. Josh trained you well. James and I both are looking forward to another round when you guys get a chance,” Ken said smiling.
“I have to say the pleasure wasn’t all yours, Ken. I kind of liked that hot ass of yours. You’re nice and tight. Felt great on my cock. Dude, you drained my balls dry last night,” Thad told him. Ken smiled and chuckled.
“Looks like we all had a great time,” Ken remarked. I just rubbed my crotch, trying to make him horny. “Stop that, Josh. You’re going to get me hard all over again.” I just laughed.
“Jordan is securing the rental space for your new employees today, Ken. You’re good to hire these guys you need. I want to see some male eye-candy in there with nice dicks,” I chided.
“You’re going to get competent employees that can do the job, Josh,” he reminded me.
“Yes, exactly what you said. Competent employees that can do the job. But it doesn’t hurt if they’re cute also,” I replied. Ken rolled his eyes.
“I don’t need competition, Josh. I want you and Thad for James and me, not for some accounting intern that could care less,” Ken replied.
“You’re right, Ken. I’m just teasing. Besides, we don’t need Jordan getting any ideas either. He has two guys after him already and I need to get rid of one,” I mentioned.
“Which one, Buzz?” Thad asked.
“No, not by any means. Buzz is part of us now. There’s this other guy, Noah that seems to enjoy rather hot sex with Jordan, but isn’t really the romantic type and keeper like Buzz is. Noah runs a bistro in the burbs, but from what Jordan says, he can really tear up an ass,” I informed them.
“Maybe we all need to meet this Noah guy,” Ken remarked. Now I rolled my eyes at him.
We had to head to class, but not before Thad and I had another passionate kiss with Ken, who swore he was going to blow another load if we kept it up.
Thad and I did look at one another and smile, as we watched Ken during class. I know our smiles made Ken nervous, knowing damn well what we were thinking about. We all had each other naked and cumming like fire hydrants in our minds, as we thought about the pleasure we shared the night before.
We were changing into our trunks in the locker room at swim practice, when Ethan showed up and stripped to change. Damn, his naked body looked hot. I always enjoyed spending time with him naked. Aiden was hot also as Andy, Ethan, Aiden, Zach and I changed into our trunks for swim practice.
“Josh, I called Sarah and talked to her last night. We actually had a decent conversation. She wasn’t hard to talk to. Seems like we have some things in common also,” Ethan said, rather proudly.
“Good deal, so did you get a date lined up?” I asked.
“Friday night at the CNB if that’s still okay with you,” he told me. I told hm that’d be great and promised to leave them alone while they were eating. Ethan gave me a quick hug while he was still naked. Oh, did that drive me crazy.
“Can I hug you too?” Aiden asked, still naked, just before he put his trunks on, pressing his bare junk against mine. Good grief, these guys were trying to get me hard, I had to think. Then Andy, and Zach went for it also.
“Okay, enough with the naked hugging, guys. Not that I don’t really enjoy it, because you know I do and I love you all, but you’re getting my dick all excited down there, and I think we have swim practice to attend to, if I remember right,” I informed them. They all laughed and told me I could handle it. I wanted to handle all of them, actually.
Aiden asked me after swim practice, if I could help him with the weights and running sometime in the evening. I told him I had limited time, but if he needed help, I would try to help him. I figured Zach, Aiden and I could practice sometime. It wouldn’t hurt me to hit the weights and get in some running. I knew Zach was interested also and possibly Ethan and Andy when they could. I told Aiden we’d work on that. He was so grateful and thanked me again for all the help I was giving him. I told him he was well worth it, which got me another hug.
Oddly enough, Conner and Neal came dressed in full uniform for dinner, with the intention of staying as security for Ladies’ Night. I told them both how sharp they looked in their uniform.
“You like that, well, wait until you see what we look like out of uniform and totally naked,” Neal advised. Conner just shook his head. “I’m so excited, I can’t hardly stand it,” Neal exclaimed.
“You have my full permission to fuck him senseless tonight if you could force yourself to do it,” Conner informed me. “He needs a damn good pounding because I’m tired of his ass always wanting to shower with you guys. Just fuck him and get it over with,” Conner urged. I was pretty sure he really didn’t mean that, but it sounded like he did.
“Oh, and by the way, you have two security teams tonight, but they will not be showering with us later,” Conner added. I looked confused. “The other guys that are normally here on Wednesday nights said they’d work this gig for free if they had to, just to get dates from the women that show up here. They said letting Neal and I have this gig was a waste, as we didn’t give a rip about any of the women here, which they said had been awfully nice in the sexual department to them. I told them we didn’t care if they wanted to come also, but you were concerned about the possibilities of something happening. They said something was going to happen with them and the ladies afterwards, but Neal and I wouldn’t be involved. I told them to have fun. Just so you know,” Conner informed us. I had to laugh. “Neal and I will be here Saturday night, also in full uniform, just in case anyone decides to get crazy with you guys, Trent or Dylan. Can’t have our new guy get into trouble right out of jail,” Conner said. Neal didn’t give a shit.
Jordan and Buzz stopped by for a beer and sandwich and to tell me that they office space was secure. Buzz arranged to have it painted before we took occupancy. Jordan said he had a lease for me to sign, but we could do that anytime. Thad would have to write a check for the first month’s rent, and we needed to get that to them right away. I mentioned that to Thad, who told me he’d get that to them tomorrow. Jordan said that was soon enough.
Sandy came by and pinched my ass, his way of saying hello, as he went by, then turned around and waved. Jake and I had to laugh.
A little before 8:00 we started pushing the males out of the bar in anticipation of the barrage of women that would be invading the place. The parking lot was already full of women waiting to get in. The bartenders were ready. Ethan, Trevor, Andy, Eric, Devin, Jake and I were ready to man the bar. Ashton was helping us out in the DJ booth for lights and music. We put him on the payroll, but I swear he would have worked for free just to hang out with us. I told Conner and Neal they were welcome to strip if they wanted to. They declined for some reason. Who knew?
Thad opened the door, then Zach, Brady and he collected the $10 cover charge and gave out drink tickets. They got groped and pinched in the process. There was wave of women that headed to the bar, and drink orders flowed. Conner and Neal couldn’t believe the craziness of dealing with these women. Their other two counterparts were enjoying the attention they were getting, while Conner and Neal were trying to fend off the propositions. Ethan, Jake, Devin and I were drawing beer and mixing drinks on our side of the bar with Trevor, Andy, Eric and Sandy handling the bartending on the other side. Sandy loved tending bar and teasing all the women while he was at it. Then he’d tell them he was going to get naked for them when he danced. He got all kinds of notes with phone numbers when he tended bar. He couldn’t have been happier. Of course, he got all kinds of phone numbers thrown at him on Gay Night also, but those usually ended up in the circular file. He only had limited participation on our team and generally just with Devin, because of how much he loved him and wanted to please him, and then us occasionally, when he could be the center of attention and show off his big cock, which usually involved Trevor somehow. Still, we loved him and always had a great time with him.
It was only an hour into the Ladies’ Night, when the show was just about to begin, that Sarah showed up and parked herself at the bar right in front of Ethan. He looked down at me and smiled. She leaned in to tell him he looked really nice in short shorts and a wife beater. She even told him he had nice nipples. I swear he blushed, but kept his head in the game and kept working.
“Hey, Josh,” she said looking down at me just feet away from Ethan. “Looking hot tonight also. All you guys look hot,” she complemented us. I said ‘good evening’ to her and thanked her for her complement, and kept working myself. She told me Riley said, ‘hi’. I nodded at her. “Riley’s my brother, Ethan, that’s a friend of Josh’s and did that underwear photoshoot with him,” she reminded Ethan. Ethan told her he knew and that it seemed like it went well. She told him it went well for the both of us, then suggested he might want to do some modeling as well, as he certainly had the body and the looks for it. Ethan told her, he was going to start working out more to get more definition and strength. She told him, he had all the definition a girl could want. Ethan wasn’t sure what to think about that comment. She did her best to try to keep talking to Ethan, but he continued to fill orders, trying to listen to her and trying to work at the same time. Soon the roar of the crowd drowned anyone out as the show began.
Stan and Gentry were the first up and got the women all hot and bothered, prompting continued drink orders. The servers were hitting us hot and heavy with orders. This was unlike Gay Night, when the drink orders stopped during the show, it seemed, then hit us hard after each show. Lance came by and asked where Ty was. I hadn’t noticed, but he wasn’t here, but then remembered he didn’t think he’d make it tonight. Seth asked about him also, saying we absolutely didn’t have enough servers. I told Seth I had a new one for him for Saturday and Wednesday nights plus all the rest of the nights we needed him. He was glad to hear that, but complained we only had one new one and needed more. I told him to keep his dick in his pants. He told me that was the only safe place to keep it tonight of all nights. He wished he had an athletic cup to protect the goodies. I had to laugh. Ethan got a chuckle out of that also, and said he was glad he was behind the bar and out of reach. I told him to keep an eye on Sarah, as she just might climb over. He wasn’t so sure what to think about that, trying to determine if that was good or bad. I knew the answer, but he didn’t.
Bone ran from the stage to the bar and danced on the bar right above Ethan again. I thought Sarah was in heat with him right above her. I had to believe her pussy was wet, with Bone’s strained thong almost in her face, that huge piece of meat wanting to burst out in front of him in the worst way. The women at the bar were spellbound, including Sarah. He finally ran, and I mean ran, back to the stage before being abused terribly by his screaming women fans. I never saw so many panties being thrown before. I told Ethan he could pick those up after closing. He just shook his head in disbelief.
Sandy and Chuck did a pretty hot routine as well, as some of our other gay dancers turned straight for pay. Still, dick was dick, and those penisless women were hungry for that coveted male appendage, desperately needed to fill the smelly void between their legs to give them intense orgasms. The place was crazy with screaming women wanting a chance at securing some cock or at least to admire and touch it if possible. Dollars flew like crazy. I told Jake we never had any idea what putting on a Ladies’ Night did for business, but it was quickly becoming our highest revenue night. I told him we couldn’t afford to end this, now that we created such a need among the women in this town. He totally agreed.
The furry finally subsided around 11:30 when we were able to clean up and kick the last few drunks out the door, calling cabs, Uber or Lyft to get them home safely. It looked like most of the women were planning on getting rides home with a designated driver, or other means, as there weren’t any cars left in the parking lot with the exception of ours, which we were glad to see.
Conner and Neal helped clean up some. The other officers were gone, having secured ‘sure thing’ dates before leaving. They were well into the process of getting laid at this point and grateful for the opportunity. Conner said the two were single so more power to them. Conner said the guys were saying how grateful they were to get this gig, as it improved their sex life tremendously. I had to believe that was true.
Nervously, Conner and Neal followed us up to the apartment, Conner asking me several times if we really wanted to do this. He finally told me he had three balls and a crooked dick and did I really want to see that. Jake and I cracked up, then told him he wasn’t getting out of it by lying. Neal confirmed Conner was definitely lying, as he said that cock was the most special thing in all the world to him. I told Conner, if it was special to Neal, it was special to Jake and me. Conner just shook his head, hoping to find a way to avoid this. I grabbed and hugged him, and told him everything was fine and to relax and enjoy our great shower. He said he could handle the shower, it was Jake and me he was worried about. I reassured him he didn’t have to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
I brought four towels into our bedroom, where we undressed. I made fun of Conner’s bulky boxers, as he took off his uniform. Neal had on bikini briefs showing the outline of a nice cock and decent balls. Conner had a nice closely cropped hairy chest, the kind of hairy chest you just loved to run your fingers through. He had hairy legs also to complement his upper body hair. Neal had a smooth chest with perky nipples and lightly haired legs from the knees down. Conner decided to wear his boxers to the bathroom and leave them right outside the shower. Neal wore his underwear to that point also, in support of Conner. Jake and I just got naked and walked to the shower with our towel over our shoulder.
“Nice ass,” Conner remarked, giving me a slight pinch as he walked behind me.
“Oh, so you do want to play, huh?” I replied.
“Just a comment. No need to get physical. Remember I do have a gun in the other room with my uniform,” Conner reminded me.
“I’m more interested in that gun between your legs. Wouldn’t mind seeing you fire that one off tonight,” I teased. “I could give you a target to shoot at in the shower.”
“Not going to happen. The safety’s on and it’s stuck,” Conner replied.
“I bet I can unstick it for you,” I teased back. Conner shook his head.
They finally dropped their underwear and revealed themselves, as we turned on all the jets to the shower. Conner had a four inch, fairly thick, flaccid penis under a thick matt of pubes and walnut sized balls. Neal’s cock was a little shorter and thinner than Conner’s with a decent patch of pubes and acorn sized balls. They both stood there rather embarrassed.
“Nice, guys,” I told them as they dropped their drawers. Conner rolled his eyes at us, semi-embarrassed. I patted his lightly haired ass cheeks and pushed him into the water.
“Wow, this shower is something else,” Conner remarked, followed up by Neal. “This could really give you a massage.”
“Yep, the shower can massage you and Jake and I could give you the happy ending,” I suggested.
“Now, no funny business, Josh. The only reason I agreed to do this was to convince you to take Dylan on. We can’t have a physical relationship,” Conner warned.
“No problem on my end,” Neal chimed in, with his cock sticking straight out in front of him. Jake reached down with a soapy hand to wash it for him. Neal’s head went back, expressing sheer enjoyment of the pleasure he was receiving.
“Behave yourself, Neal,” Conner said sharply. Neal just kept on enjoying Jake’s touch.
“So, you care about Dylan enough to have to do something you didn’t want to do with me? I thought you cared about Jake and me also,” I replied, making him feel guilty.
“Josh, I do love you and Jake so much, that we can’t have a physical relationship. It just wouldn’t be right. I’d do almost anything for you two guys, I swear. But, I don’t want sex to mess up the respect and love that I feel for you two. You don’t need us that way. I’ll always be there for you to love and care about you, but not in the physical sense,” he replied, trying to persuade me. I pulled him to me and hugged him, then kissed him on the lips. He embraced me also, telling me he did love me, as one of his dearest friends. We held each other tightly for a few moments, then he backed off suddenly.
“Conner, I think your cock wants to rethink our relationship,” I told him, noticing that his penis was hard.
“You see, that’s the problem doing something like this with the two of you. I can’t help it,” he said, seemingly embarrassed.
“It’s natural. I like it. Very impressive, I might add,” I told him, as I ran my soapy hand all over his thick boner, making him gasp. He picked up my hand, removing it from his cock and quickly hugged me again.
“That’s not helping matters, not that it doesn’t feel good and not that you’re so fucking hot, but, Josh, I can’t do this with you. I can hug you and kiss you, and, hell, we’re naked together, but we can’t go any further. I hope you understand,” Conner told me as Jake was almost fucking Neal who was leaking pre-cum as Jake stroked his cock.
“Okay, Conner, but if you ever want to change your mind, Jake and I are here for you, and would love more intimate time with the two of you,” I whispered in his ear, as I licked his earlobe, taking his breath away. “Let me wash your back for you,” I said turning him around in my arms, my hard boner rubbing between his asscheeks, making him jump.
“Easy there, Josh. Don’t be sticking that thing in my ass, now.” Conner warned.
“Jake, you’re more than welcome to stick your thing in my ass,” Neal almost pleaded. Jake looked at me for advice. I shook my head, knowing that would not go over well with Conner. Jake followed my lead and just sensuously washed Neal, while I washed Conner, my soapy hands all over his now 7” thick cock, balls and ass. I did get a finger through his hairy asscrack and tickled his asshole, making him jump one more time. He turned around and gave me a look. I just smiled at him.
I managed to get a soapy, sliding hug from Neal as did Jake from Conner, before we rinsed off and then dried off, our cocks still hard. “Well, that was certainly invigorating. You sure you don’t want to take this to the bedroom and continue?” Neal asked.
“Neal, quit being such a slut. These guys have much more interesting friends to take care of than us old farts,” Conner told him. Neal looked disappointed.
“We’d love nothing better than to take this further if you’d only let us. You two mean the world to Jake and me, and we would certainly like to prove it to you,” I told them.
“Josh, you and Jake already proved how much you loved us over and over, especially agreeing to take Dylan in and try to save him. We couldn’t ask for anything more,” Conner replied.
“For you maybe. Dylan was certainly not my idea,” Neal said very disappointedly. He got the look from Conner again.
“Well at least we got our pee pees acquainted anyway. I think they liked each other,” I chided. Conner shook his head at me again.
“Seriously, Josh. Who couldn’t help but love you guys. You’re funny, your sexy, and you have big hearts,” Conner replied. I leaned in and kissed him for that. Jake did also. Neal wanted a kiss from both of us also, which we were happy to provide.
Conner and Neal dressed in a hurry. “Come on, big dick. These boys got me so horny, I can’t wait to mount that dick of yours when we get home and relieve my balls. Shit I’m still hard from the shower,” Neal informed us. Jake felt his crotch and confirmed the uniformed officer had a hard penis. Rubbing his cock through his uniform did not help matters.
“Is that a gun in your crotch, or are you just happy to see me?” Jake teasingly asked Neal.
“Oh, sweetheart, that gun is loaded and ready to go off. It has a hair trigger when it comes to hotties like you. You almost made it go off in the shower. Now Conner has to play with it to make it fire. He’s pretty good at it though, but it would have been nice to have you discharge it for me tonight. Maybe next time. But don’t give up. It loves attention, let me tell you,” Neal said with great conviction.
“Come on, sweet cheeks. Let these guys get some sleep or have some great sex of their own,” Conner told Neal. Neal rolled his eyes this time. “Oh, don’t forget about the hearing tomorrow at the court house. I’ll be there escorting Dylan and will vouch for the program. You might want to be there by 12:30 to go through security and let us have a couple of minutes to cover anything we might have to cover. Bring some clothes also to get him out of there. I love you guys so much for doing this,” Conner said, and hugged us both again. Neal said he got another hug since Conner got one. I told them if they got any more amorous, they might was well spend the night with us. Conner grabbed Neal and shoved him out the door. Jake and I laughed.
It was kind of nice to have some alone time together, which we made excellent use of, although brief, as we had classes and a hearing tomorrow, plus the addition of another roommate, one we weren’t so sure about. We did manage to relieve the pressure in our balls and share some protein together.
Jake and I felt the lack of sleep when we woke up Thursday morning. We knew it was an important day, at least for Conner and Dylan. We weren’t so sure about us. I think I fell asleep during macro economics a couple of times. I don’t remember if I was dreaming during that time or not, but I had a boner going on that I had no idea what caused it. Still, it felt kind of hot.
Before lunch, I texted Riley to let him know Jake and I would not be in American Lit this afternoon and to send me any notes he thought Jake and I needed. I told him I’d make it worth his while if he did. I got a whole row of smiley faces back from him. I certainly knew how to get his attention. I also told Zach to tell Andy and Drew I might not make it to swim practice today and to carryon without me. I texted Coach also, to let him know, telling him I had a legal matter to take care of. He asked me which company I was buying now. I told him I wished it was that easy.
After an early lunch, Jake and I took off to the discount store to get Dylan some clothes. We picked up a few things for his immediate need, then planned to return after we got custody of him to get him some things he might like to have instead of us picking them out for him. We got him a couple of pairs of shorts, some sneakers, some sneaker socks, a few t-shirts and a couple of pairs of Fruit of the Loom briefs. We weren’t sure what he liked in underwear, so we just got him a couple pair to start off with. From there, we went to the police station to check in with Conner. We had some time before we had to go to court, which was next door to the police station. Conner was happy to see us.
“Thanks for being here guys. You really are saving someone’s life, you know,” Conner told us. We told him we hoped we were. “I already laid down the law with him, telling him if he abused you guys in anyway, I would bring his ass back to jail and tell the judge to throw the book at him. He might get 20 years if he blew this one chance. He didn’t seem overly jubilant, but seemed to understand what I was saying. He really doesn’t understand what a great break he’s getting here. I think it’s because he never had any close friends before and understood the value of friendship, plus he didn’t really have a decent family life either. It’s going to take some time, I think, for the boy to warm up to you guys, no matter how wonderful you treat him. Oh, and don’t cut him too much slack. These guys will take advantage of you every time. You tell them to do something and they need to do it. No excuses. That’s all they know and you need to reinforce it. Don’t be too easy on him. Show him respect and care only if he deserves it. Take his privileges away if he gets out of line. Sorry to say you have to treat him like a kid, but you really do. I know he’ll eventually be fine with you guys. If he can’t be with you, he has no chance of functioning on his own in society. That would hurt me terribly, but it is what it is,” Conner explained.
“So, did you make Neal happy last night?” Jake asked Conner. Conner rolled his eyes as only Conner could do.
“Yes, I fucked him good, I want you to know. That was nice what we did last night, guys. I appreciate you taking it easy on us and understanding our wishes, well my wishes anyway. If it was up to Neal, you’d still be fucking his sorry ass this morning, having done it all night long. He is a needy bottom, I have to say, but I love him for some reason, although I ask myself why at times,” Conner replied. Jake and I had to chuckle.
“We love the way you guys fight. You’re definitely the dominant one, Conner,” I had to tell him. “You’re the big dawg, the alpha dawg, no doubt about that,” I told him. Conner smiled.
“To hear Neal tell it, he has me twisted around his little finger,” Conner said, making us laugh. We knew the truth.
One of the other officers stopped by Conner’s office. “Your boy is in holding when you need him for court. There’s about 10 guys they’ll take over to the box awaiting their turn at hearings. You guys can head on over there anytime,” the officer informed us. Conner told us to walk over with him. The prisoners would go over together escorted by armed officers. Conner said when his case was called by the judge, they’d bring him up to face the judge from the holding box in the courtroom, where they were handcuffed to bar there so they couldn’t attempt to escape. He said we’d join him there and the ADA would tell the judge what their recommendations were. The judge would probably ask us a couple of questions such as if you agreed to the terms of the release. “You, of course, will agree, and then he’ll give us a ruling. Shouldn’t take but a couple of minutes, but then there are some other cases that require updates, grants for contingencies, resolutions to court orders, that type of thing. We just have to sit through whatever until it’s our turn,” Conner explained.
We walked over to the courthouse with Conner. We had to empty our pockets and walk through the metal detectors. Conner was allowed to keep his weapon. He had a separate security line to go through, different from ours. We met him on the other side, then walked to the courtroom. I was surprised at the number of people of all ages there in the courtroom. We sat down in the back. The lawyers were milling around the front part of the courtroom, the ADA’s conferring with defense counsel, trading papers back and forth. The court recorder was setting up in front. A side door opened at the front and the inmates, all dressed in orange jumpsuits, were marched into the holding box, what normally would be the jury box, had a trial taken place. They were each secured in the box, making them unable to leave, unless their shackles were unlocked by the officer supervising them. There must have been close to 10 of them. Jake and I half-waved to Dylan who seemed to be content just to ignore us at the moment, probably due to peer pressure from the others. I guess we could understand that to an extent.
The bailiff ordered us to ‘all rise’ for the honorable judge Jones. We had to all stand up until the judge was seated and told us to be seated, then hit the gavel and began the court session, asking for the first case. The attorney for the first case went to the podium in the center of the front of the courtroom, facing the judge, his young male defendant joined him from the gallery where we were sitting. The defendant had been required to take anger management courses imposed by the court. The ADA reported their office had received notice the defendant had taken the courses and they considered the case closed. The judge asked the defendant if he was less angry these days. He told the judge he was trying to be. The judge told him he better be or the next time he came before the court he’d do jail time. The defended thanked the judge for letting him take the anger management courses. The judge hit the gavel and told him the matter was resolved.
The next case was one involving a robbery, and one of the inmates was removed from the holding box and escorted by an officer to his attorney. He remained in handcuffs and foot shackles with the officer standing immediately behind him. The ADA asked for a trial based on the evidence provided to the DA’s office and that he remain incarcerated. His attorney asked for bail, stating he wasn’t a flight risk. The ADA read off the guy’s rap sheet. Apparently, the guy had a habit of robbing homes while people weren’t there. The judge told him he could wait out his trial in jail to let him think about what he had done since this was not his first offense. The gavel hit, and the inmate was escorted back to the holding box and secured again.
Several different ones were brought out of the holding box and escorted by officers to the attorney’s stand when their case was heard. It involved everything from child support to sentencing for selling drugs. One young man, who had just graduated from high school, from what seemed to be a nice family, was to be sentenced to two years in jail for selling drugs close to a school. His attorney pleaded that the boy be given a second chance. The judge said the sentencing guidelines had a mandatory sentence associated with the crime, and his hands were tied. But he did make a change from where he sentenced the kid. He sentenced him to a rehabilitation ranch for juveniles, saying he was young enough to go through their program. The judge was afraid that if he put him in the state penitentiary, he’d come out a hardened criminal. Conner punched me and said that was good news for our case. The judge asked the young man if he understood the gift he was just given. The kid thanked him over and over and told him he would be a model participant in the program. The judge warned if he wasn’t, he was looking at an even longer sentence in the ‘big house’. The young man seemed to understand, only too well. He was then escorted out of the courtroom with an officer, waving goodbye to his family, who seemed to be relieved somewhat.
Our case was finally called. Conner, Jake and I walked up the defense stand and stood there awaiting the arrival of Dylan, in shackles, from the holding box. Conner cordially greeted the officer standing behind Dylan as he brought him to us. Dylan’s court appointed attorney said the ADA had worked out a solution for a special program with the police for Dylan’s case and would present it to the court. The judge asked who we all were, realizing Conner was representing the police department. Conner explained our presence would be explained in the agreement with the DA’s office. The ADA reviewed the original charge of solicitation on several counts, then presented the program, stating that Jake and I were business owners in town, were willing to provide Dylan a place to live and a ful-time job, and would agree to be responsible for his work ethic and whereabouts up to a limit. He advised the judge of Dylan’s hardship growing up, being thrown out of his home and basically living on his own to the best of his ability, sometimes on the streets, to survive. Conner had advised the DA’s office of another college student that had sexual problems also that was remanded to me and how wonderful that turned out, citing the young man was now a manager at one of our businesses and had turned his life completely around. The police and the DA’s office were in agreement that they would like to try something similar to see if Dylan’s life could be turned around. He would wear a surveillance apparatus that would be tied to our cell phones and the police department. He would have to report to the police department once a week for drug testing and his activities of the week. The ADA told the judge, because of Dylan’s young age and his family misfortune, it was the hope of the DA’s office and the police department, that Dylan could reform and become a responsible citizen during the course of the sentencing worked out in a halfway situation with constant surveillance and guidance. The judge thought that was extremely interesting. The judge asked us what kind of business we operated. Conner bumped my ass, encouraging me to speak.
“Your honor, we operate several businesses, but the one here in town where Dylan will be working is a bar/restaurant and entertainment center. Dylan would be serving our customers, waiting tables, tending bar, and helping out in the kitchen. We have an apartment overhead where he’d be living with 8 other college students and partners in the bar. We promise to take good care of him, Sir,” I explained. The judge asked the name of the place. The ADA told him it went by the name of the CNB. The judge said he heard of the place and it was known for it’s good food, especially the luncheon specials. I invited him to come by and sample our luncheon specials. The judge said he just might do that.
“Are you two prepared for the responsibility that goes with this arrangement. What the ADA has just outlined is no easy task and this young man has led a troubled life. Are you sure you want to take on all this responsibility?” the judge asked.
“Yes, Sir. Officer Conner Williams believes in Dylan and said he will do just fine with our supervision and guidance. We’ve known Officer Williams since the first young man he helped, which is now an outstanding young man and manager of one of our larger facilities in Florida. He’s doing an outstanding job. Officer Williams also recently helped one of our acquaintances to turn his life around. He knows if Dylan serves time in prison, he’ll never have a shot at a decent life and he hates for that to happen to someone so young as Dylan. Conner really cares about people he believes in, and he believes in Dylan. If he believes in him, Jake and I have to believe in him, your honor,” I stated. The court reporter was busy taking down everything I said, her little fingers flying on her machine.
“I have to say, I like the idea and am intrigued by your willingness to offer to put yourselves through this to help someone out you don’t really know. I am led to believe there is good in everyone and sometimes you just need a little help to get there, similar to our last case where I sent that young man to camp instead of prison. He’ll do fine there and be the loving son to his parents when he gets out. They do wonderful things there at that camp. I like this idea very much, Officer Williams. Dylan, what do you have to say about participating in a program like this?” the judge asked him. Dylan finally looked up, after staring at the ground the whole time.
“What choice do I have, really?” he stated.
“I don’t sense the enthusiasm here. The choice, in case you don’t really understand it, and I can’t believe that could even be possible, is a gift of life and happiness versus years in prison with hardened criminals, almost guaranteeing you a sad, pathetic life of hate and discontent when you finally get released, then have to go through a probation period again. The solution just offered by these young men is unbelievable based on your history, compared to the alternative of imprisonment,” the judge stated. Dylan kind of nodded his head.
“I guess you could say that,” Dylan stated.
“So, what do you want young man. I’m going to give you a choice here, because I want it to be your decision which path you chose, a free life to work and enjoy yourself with friends who care about you, or a life behind bars where you have to watch your every move and hate every day of your life while you’re incarcerated. So, young man, which life are you going to choose?” the judge asked. Dylan hem hawed around, then nodded towards Jake and me.
“I guess I’ll try these guys and see how it works,” Dylan responded slowly and not very enthusiastically.
“I have to say, I think you made the right decision here, but if I were you, I’d worship the ground they walk on to have someone save me like these guys just did today, and be especially grateful to Officer Williams for working all this out, getting sponsors for you and convincing the DA’s office this deal will work. You should be extremely grateful, young man,” the judge told him. Dylan wasn’t sure how to respond.
“I guess I am,” he finally eeked out. The judge shook his head at him.
“Listen, Dylan, you better behave yourself and work with these guys to the best of your ability and good behavior. If I have to see you again in my court before your deal in concludes, you’re looking at a long time behind bars and I can guarantee your life will not be worth much by the time you see freedom again. Think about that when you want to do something stupid in the future. And, thank these guys every day for your freedom and their friendship and willingness to help you. Good luck, you two,” the judge told us. The judge ordered Dylan to be remanded to the supervision of Jake and me based on the outline of the deal with the DA’s office. He ordered he be released from custody, and told the officer to escort Dylan to the out-processing center to be released to us. Conner thanked the judge along with us. “Case closed,” the judge ordered and asked for the next case.
The ADA came over and whispered something into Conner’s ear before we left. We went out the back, then walked back to the police station where we were to meet Dylan. I brought the clothes we purchased for him. They let him get out of his orange jumpsuit and into the shorts and t-shirt we brought him. While he was somewhere changing, I asked the Conner what the ADA whispered to him. Conner kind of smiled.
“The ADA asked me if we really did the right thing or should we have let the judge put him in prison. I told him time would tell, but at least he had a shot now,” Conner said smiling. Made Jake and I wonder also. “Oh, one other thing I forgot to tell you and you need to know is that he went through an extensive physical examination to make sure he was okay physically. He is, by the way and clean of any STD’s just in case he was to have sex with someone, not for money that is. I thought you guys needed to know that, just in case,” Conner said winking at us. I told him I didn’t think that would happen with any of our guys any time soon as much as big a chip Dylan seemed to have on his shoulder. Conner agreed with me.
When Dylan came out from where he changed, I couldn’t get over how thin he was. Those orange jumpsuits were big and bulky and hid his skinny frame. He did show some muscle definition in his arms and you could see some pec definition under his t-shirt. Dylan never said a word, as Conner walked us all back to his office. Conner attached the surveillance watch to his wrist. He told him it was waterproof and he could swim or shower with it without any problems. Then he had Jake and I download an app on our phones to be able to monitor the location of Dylan at all times. Conner explained how to use the app and track Dylan’s whereabouts. Then Conner looked Dylan in the eyes.
“Dylan, you dodged a huge bullet today where the outcome could have been several years in prison where you’d be a boy toy, some hardened criminal’s bitch, only the judge was too proper to say that to you, but he knew what was going to happen to you also. I hope and pray that you can find the words to thank these guys for saving your life, and be grateful someone cared enough about you to help spare you from a life of misery,” Conner told him. “I’ll see you every Friday morning at 9:00 right here. Don’t be late or take any detours between the bar and police station unless Jake or Josh is with you. Understand?” Conner asked. Dylan shrugged his shoulders. “Tell me yes, you understand, Dylan. Be a man and answer the question.”
“Yes, I understand. Gees already,” Dylan said somewhat irritated. “And what makes you think I might not end up being a bitch boy to these two faggots?” Dylan asked concerned.
“Not going to happen, and don’t you dare call these guys faggots in my presence again, or I’ll personally ask the judge to throw your sorry ass in prison. These two are some of the most caring friends anyone in this world could ever hope to have. I know you don’t know them, but I do, and they care more than anything about their friends. They’ve made most of their friends rich already at their young age. If you cooperate and do what you’re supposed to do and get involved with them, I’m sure you’ll have more opportunities than most of the students graduating from Uni. These guys are movers and shakers. They certainly don’t need your ass to satisfy themselves when they have so many friends that beg them to allow them to be involved with their group and become extremely successful. Right now, you’re a street punk, with one hell of an opportunity. We’ll just have to see if you throw it all away or you actually want to make something out of yourself. If you want to make something out of yourself and are willing to work with Jake and Josh, I can almost guarantee you’ll have a rich and rewarding life. But if you fuck it up, you’ll be in jail and resent the fact you fucked up for the rest of your life. Get your attitude right and treat Josh and Jake as your friends, because they’re really more than that, Dylan. They’re really guardian angels that most guys never have in their life. Be grateful for once,” Conner scolded. Dylan just dropped his head.
Conner stood up and reached out his hand to shake Dylan’s. Dylan half-heartedly shook Conner’s hand. Conner came around his desk and gave Jake and me a quick hug and told us good luck, and if we needed anything to call him or he and Neal would be by.
“How come they get a hug?” Dylan asked Conner as he gave Jake and me a quick hug.
“Because I love them very much as friends and for the wonderful human beings they are, Dylan. You want a hug too?” Conner asked.
“I’ll pass,” Dylan told him. Conner threw up his arms.
At that, we got up and walked outside to the Jeep. “Dylan, we need to stop at the discount store and buy you some clothes. You’ll need to tell us what kind of clothes you like. You’ll have a uniform of sorts to work in for serving customers, but we need to get you some jeans and long sleeve shirts for winter, a couple sweaters maybe. We didn’t get anything as of yet, because we didn’t know what you liked,” I told him.
“Doesn’t really matter,” he said with very little enthusiasm.
“Yes, it does. Clothes make the man, buddy. Clothes need to reflect your personality,” I said, trying to get some sort of positive vibes out of him. He just rolled his eyes.
Things changed a little once we got to the men’s section of the discount store. He found some t-shirts he liked and then some skinny jeans to fit his skinny legs. He even found some pullover sweater shirts he remarked how soft they were. “I can’t afford this stuff, guys. I don’t have any money,” he said after we gathered some things he seemed to like.
“Hey, it’s on us. Consider an advance on your earnings, but this time you don’t have to pay it back. We just want you to feel comfortable and have some things of your own so you can be more independent,” I said, trying to reassure him.
“How many times do I have to get fucked to earn this shit?” he asked concerned.
“Let us get one thing straight, Dylan. No one is going to fuck you unless you want them to and, even then, I’m not so sure that’ll be that easy with our guys. No one is going to take advantage of you and you’re not going to take advantage of anyone else. We all help each other. We’re like brothers and we all help one another. Kind of like one for all, all for one. We’re very close with each other and sometimes have sex with one another to show our affection for one another in an intimate way, but never to lord over one another. The sex we have is an intimate way of showing our love for one another only, never for an alternative reason. You need to understand that since you’re living with us,” I told him. He acted like he wasn’t sure he believed me, but let it drop. We went by the underwear. “What kind of underwear do you like? Jake and I weren’t sure, so we only got the pair you’re wearing and one other pair,” I told him. “We need to get you several more pairs.”
“I like boxers,” he somewhat mumbled. “The bulkier the better,” he added. Well, that was certainly a deviation from our tastes, but we were good with that. He picked out a few loose ones. The waist was small, but the legs were large and wide. So much for being gay. I was beginning to wonder. We took him to the toiletries section and got him some disposable razors, some toothpaste, toothbrushes, deodorant, even a small bottle of cologne he said he liked. I picked up a pack of combs. I told him we had communal shower jell and shampoo we bought in bulk that was in the shower. We ended up with a couple of big bags. I paid for it with my credit card and then we loaded up the Jeep and headed home. Dylan said he thought my Jeep was cool, which was about the only positive words we got out of him the whole afternoon.
We walked into the CNB and I quickly introduced him to Eric, telling Dylan, Eric would be his boss and assign him work. Eric greeted him cordially and said he looked forward to working with him. Dylan didn’t say much at all. Then we took him upstairs. Allen and OBB were there, back from swim practice. I introduced them to Dylan. He did little to acknowledge them, but didn’t say anything bad. I guessed he was a little overwhelmed.
“You guys live in this nice place?” Dylan asked, looking around at our great apartment.
“Yes, we remodeled it when we converted the bowling alley here to our pub. It’s cheap rent and we live where we work and study, which is extremely handy,” I replied. He looked everything over closely.
“I’ve never been in anyplace as nice as this, much less thought about living in one. You have a huge TV also. And an X-Box hooked up to it?” he said, amazed.
“What do you think?” I asked, as I put my hand on his shoulder, making him flinch, causing me to remove it quickly, not thinking about how uncomfortable that made him feel for some reason. “Sure beats the hell out of a jail cell, I have to believe.” Dylan never said a word. I came to the conclusion I needed to give him some space. Jake agreed.
“Where do I sleep and put my clothes and stuff?” he asked, as he sat on the couch.
“You’re sitting on your temporary bed. One of our guys is thinking about moving in with a friend of his, and if that happens you have half of one of our bedrooms. If not, you still have a very comfortable bed here with a big screen TV,” I told him. I explained how the bed pulled out to become a queen-sized bed. He didn’t look impressed.
“Kind of out in the open here, aren’t I?” Dylan asked, looking around.
“We figure, by the time we all go to bed no one will be out here to bother you,” I told him. He didn’t say anything. I showed him the bathroom with several sinks. I put my stuff in Jake’s drawer and gave him mine in the bathroom. He unloaded the stuff we got him into my drawer. I made room in the hall closet for his clothes. I moved some of the sheets and towels to our bedroom and gave him space for all his clothes. He emptied his bags and put his things away. He asked when he could use the shower that it wasn’t busy. I told him we usually showered in the morning after getting up, but several of us together as we all had to get ready for school at about the same time. I told him he would be reporting for work around 10, so he could shower with us or by himself after we were through, but there was room in there for everyone. He said he’d wait until we were done, less chance of getting gangbanged that way. I reassured him again, that would never happen with our crew. He didn’t reply.
Trevor and Andy showed up. Thad finally came upstairs. Dustin returned along with Zach and Brady. Ethan even showed up for study night and dinner, of course. He didn’t have to work tonight since it was a slow night, but he had frat study night. I introduced everyone to Dylan and told him all these guys were his new brothers and they were here to look after him and him them. He didn’t say anything. He did smile when I asked him if he wanted a beer. He said it had been ages since he had a beer, and he missed that more than anything. Jake and I figured he couldn’t be all bad if he liked beer.
After a round of beers, we went downstairs and had dinner. Dylan asked what he was allowed to eat. I told him anything on the menu and it was all free to us. He couldn’t believe it. He ordered a steak. I figured that might make him happy. Jordan and Buzz stopped by. I introduced them to Dylan who seemed to care less, overwhelmed by all the people he was meeting for the first time. He did observe most of what was going on in the bar and did seem interested in the process. I took him to the kitchen and introduced him to the staff there. Fritz said he could use him right off the bat. I asked Dylan if he wanted to work in the kitchen or serve the customers. He said he might like the kitchen so he didn’t have to deal with idiots, but he’d try serving first and see what that was all about. Fritz welcomed the help anytime.
As we left the kitchen, Dylan asked, “You have a German faggot for a cook?”
“Dylan, let’s not use that word around here. Some guys are rather sensitive to that. It’s a very demeaning word when you use it like you do. Yes, Fritz is gay just like most of us. Eric, your boss, is straight and married. I’m a Godfather to his child, so he’s like a very close straight brother. Ethan is straight also. A couple of our bartenders, Sandy over there, the blonde, he’s straight. But they might deck you if you called any one of us a faggot. Just lose that word from your vocabulary,” I advised.
“Didn’t know it was that bad. We’ve been calling ourselves faggots forever. I guess I better change,” he said thinking about it. I began to think maybe he didn’t know better, and it wasn’t derogatory to him. Who knew what he thought?
After dinner, we all went upstairs and got down to our briefs. “What’s going on here?” Dylan asked, acting concerned with us removing our clothes.
“Oh, we all hang out in our briefs and relax. It’s a tradition here. You can also, or don’t have to, whatever you’re comfortable with,” I explained. He decided he’d keep his t-shirt and shorts on.
As the night went on, we all tried to make conversation with him in one form or another trying to break through somehow to find something in common or some interest he had. We weren’t successful. I felt bad about it, but Jake urged me to give it time. I knew he was right, but I wanted Dylan to feel welcomed and among friends, in the worst way.
Jake and I finally had to study. The rest of the guys had migrated to their bedrooms to study already, leaving Jake and me to our new ward. Ethan was at the kitchen island studying. I handed Dylan the TV remote and told him to watch some TV if he wanted to. That seemed to please him, and he settled into the couch to watch some TV. Later Ethan knocked on our bedroom door, dressed again, and told us he was heading back to the dorm. He said Dylan never said a word to him. I told him it might be that way until he got to know us, but not to feel weird about it. He said he wouldn’t, but hoped he changed. Jake and I hugged him and sent him on his way. I reminded him of his big date tomorrow night. He was all smiles when he left.
Jake and I walked out to say goodnight to Dylan. I helped him pull out the bed and we put new sheets on it and I got him an extra pillow. I told him that if he needed anything to just knock on our bedroom door. I told him we were glad to have him with us and hoped he found happiness here. I also told him if he needed to talk about anything at all, he could talk to Jake and me anytime. I was sure the others would help him also. He said he was fine and would be fine on his own. I wanted to hug him in the worst way, but something held me back. I didn’t think he was ready for that yet. I told him goodnight and we’d see him in the morning. He just slumped back down on his bed we made for him and stared into space. I felt sad for him.