Out on Bail - Story Time Blog

I get a letter in the mail, Joseph a friend of my adopted son Jeff is in jail and would like my assistance. As an attorney I thought he needed my legal help.

I go pay him a visit and he has a layer. What he would like is bail money and a place to live and keep out of trouble.

In addition he will do what ever work I need done around my house, in addition to gay stuff he is now out of the closet. The justice system has taught him to prefer gay stuff these days.

He knew Jeff was adopted and I was gay, Due to spending so much time at our house we would joke about adopting him. I was the most normal professional gay person he knew. He didn't understand what made me different. I suggested I put my education first, and gay life second. He suggested maybe I was still doing that. Putting my work ahead of a personal life and he could help change that. I am still not sure why I bailed him out right then a there, call and told my son after I did it. He was thrilled that I did and ask that I have him call him later tonight. It took ten thousand dollars and over eight hours before he finally got out.

I put Jeff on the car phone on the way home and we were both given instruction that Joe got the guest room, and his room was off limits. Then Jeff insisted that I add Joe onto our cell phone plan so they can talk privately. Telling me if I let Joe to blow me it could put me in a better mood. We stop by a friends apartment and pick up a duffel bag a suitcase and three large boxes.

We get back to the house and he knows where the guest room is. He moves the boxes in as I get the suit case and duffel bag. He asks if can take a shower and I say go for it. Thirty minutes later I got a muscle boy running around in a towel happy as hell to be no only out of jail, but back at my house, and his old neighbor hood.

I had no intentions of anything happening. He was half my age a friend of my sons, though a lot more straight at the time. His father was a criminal that let his son get caught up in it. Drafted into the family business. The last thing I wanted to do was take advantage of him in a time of need. I would occasionally hook up with a English teacher at the local college. He was a few years younger than me and very much in the closet. He lived with his parents at the age of forty who were both retired at sixty five and home twenty four seven.

Joe was high on life and so happy to be out of there. He had one hundred and forty two dollars in his checking account and wanted to order our favorite pizza, the deluxe w extra cheese. I opened a bottle of wine and we had a mini celebration over his release. He wanted to talk about how he could help me out. I explain I work during the week and do yard work on weekends. I suggested we should plan on spending the day together making arrangements for phone and transportation. We had a nice talk and when to septate bedrooms for about an hour. He crawled in bed with be and starting doing gay stuff and I did not kick him out or make him stop. It took about twelve minutes and I couldn't take it any more and I had to join in.

Out on Bail - Story Time Blog