The Six Year Load (Part1)
Watching the news one Spring morning, I noticed an article about an article about an ex con about to be released, after serving six years of a 10 year sentence, at a glance I thought he looked rough and ready by hand s mugshot, muscl, tattooed yes as criminals went, he was a hot rough and ready Daddy type.I as per got my day and put the story behind me.
After work, I went to a local gay bar, for a swift drink, also to eye up the local talent, Show noticed a man was looking at me sitting from the corner, wearing a black shirt and tie, kind of unkempt looking, a man early to mid 50’s with salt and pepper hair, a few scars around his face and hands, but at the same time looked like he could look after himself at the same time, he sort of smiled, not knowing whether he was being pleasant or was about to knock my block off, I was wary about staring back, I could see a presence moving at a glance by the side of my eye, the man was standing right next to me, “drink?” the tough looking man asked, upon closer inspection, he was rough around the edges, I could see the suit he was wearing was slightly too small for him, as I could see his bulging biceps, and chest through his black suit, and through his clean white shirt. He also looked mighty familiar, but at the time I simply couldn’t place the face
“Urm ok thanks, I’ll have another beer thanks” He ordered two Budweisers and asked “Care to join n me?” Which I agreed, after formalities, exchanging names etc, we came back not jobs, careers, Home lives etc. He mentioned that he was working “away” for the past six years, and worked with n “security “ which made sense with the scars on his face, we laughed and joked, he turned out to be down to earth, and had a fantastic start cl sense of humour, a bit like mine in respect.
A few hours passed and a few budweisers later, he looked at his watch, and blurted out, “oh shit it’s 21:45pm and my hostel will be closing at 22:00, I asked “Hostel?” He didn’t look like your average homeless person. He then said in an ashamed tone “My bail hostel”
Quite taken aback by this revelation, he could see the disappointment on my face, I had never consorted with my 24 years on this earth with criminals, nor been in trouble with the Police, It then dawned on me he was the mugshot I had seen earlier that day on the news, he sat down clasped his hands together, noticing the tattoos on his arms, and explained the situation, he had been handed a 10 year prison sentence for Armed Robbery, and gained more time for the use of a firearm. Obviously shocked, it took me a few moments to collect my thoughts. “I understand if you want to walk away now” he said with compassion and remorse, I had always been strangely drawn to bad boys, and there was just something very sexy about him too. “It’s ok,” I said,it was a bit to take in, but you’ve done your time , and can look to the future, which ch he smiled and started to rub my hand with his finger, his touch was making me start to get hard. I was aware it was way past 10pm, “what are you going to do about your hostel?” I asked “Aren’t you going to get locked out?”
“Maybe” he said, I’ll just find a wee park bench and go tomorrow, After a lot my think no, I booked a Hotel room with my creditcard for him, I couldn’t see him thrown out on the streets, he was grateful for my kindness and then said in a deep voice “I do hope you’ll be joining me?” Hesitant, but excited, turned it b and very horny, I agreed.
To be continued
After work, I went to a local gay bar, for a swift drink, also to eye up the local talent, Show noticed a man was looking at me sitting from the corner, wearing a black shirt and tie, kind of unkempt looking, a man early to mid 50’s with salt and pepper hair, a few scars around his face and hands, but at the same time looked like he could look after himself at the same time, he sort of smiled, not knowing whether he was being pleasant or was about to knock my block off, I was wary about staring back, I could see a presence moving at a glance by the side of my eye, the man was standing right next to me, “drink?” the tough looking man asked, upon closer inspection, he was rough around the edges, I could see the suit he was wearing was slightly too small for him, as I could see his bulging biceps, and chest through his black suit, and through his clean white shirt. He also looked mighty familiar, but at the time I simply couldn’t place the face
“Urm ok thanks, I’ll have another beer thanks” He ordered two Budweisers and asked “Care to join n me?” Which I agreed, after formalities, exchanging names etc, we came back not jobs, careers, Home lives etc. He mentioned that he was working “away” for the past six years, and worked with n “security “ which made sense with the scars on his face, we laughed and joked, he turned out to be down to earth, and had a fantastic start cl sense of humour, a bit like mine in respect.
A few hours passed and a few budweisers later, he looked at his watch, and blurted out, “oh shit it’s 21:45pm and my hostel will be closing at 22:00, I asked “Hostel?” He didn’t look like your average homeless person. He then said in an ashamed tone “My bail hostel”
Quite taken aback by this revelation, he could see the disappointment on my face, I had never consorted with my 24 years on this earth with criminals, nor been in trouble with the Police, It then dawned on me he was the mugshot I had seen earlier that day on the news, he sat down clasped his hands together, noticing the tattoos on his arms, and explained the situation, he had been handed a 10 year prison sentence for Armed Robbery, and gained more time for the use of a firearm. Obviously shocked, it took me a few moments to collect my thoughts. “I understand if you want to walk away now” he said with compassion and remorse, I had always been strangely drawn to bad boys, and there was just something very sexy about him too. “It’s ok,” I said,it was a bit to take in, but you’ve done your time , and can look to the future, which ch he smiled and started to rub my hand with his finger, his touch was making me start to get hard. I was aware it was way past 10pm, “what are you going to do about your hostel?” I asked “Aren’t you going to get locked out?”
“Maybe” he said, I’ll just find a wee park bench and go tomorrow, After a lot my think no, I booked a Hotel room with my creditcard for him, I couldn’t see him thrown out on the streets, he was grateful for my kindness and then said in a deep voice “I do hope you’ll be joining me?” Hesitant, but excited, turned it b and very horny, I agreed.
To be continued
6 years ago