I'm Mark Wilson, owner of Second Chance Exterminating Company. I have always been a firm believer that people deserve a second chance in life. I learned this from my dad, a former addict that turned his life around thanks to one mane that believed in him and gave him a chance to straighten out his life.
Together, dad and I started the exterminating company after dad took some classes on chemicals and what they were best used for. Dad began hiring former addicts and convicts, but there was one rule that could never be broken. If at anytime, they were found to have drugs in their system or got into any trouble, no matter how minor, they were immediately terminated. Never once did dad ever have to fire an employee for these reasons.
When I was twenty-seven, dad passed away unexpectedly and I took over the company, keeping the same rule in place.
However, there was one fact that no one knew about me, not even dad before he died. I am gay and love sex with hot muscular men, especially oral sex, although anal sex is hot also.
There were several of the employees I drooled over. All were ex-cons and I often wondered if they had engaged in male sex in prison. I was afraid to ask for fear of them suspecting I was gay. I just wasn't ready for that to come out.
Over time, the former drug addicts had moved on to better jobs and all my employees were now ex-cons. It was obvious that they had worked out when in prison so I held a meeting and asked them a question. If I built a separate building and installed a gym for them would they use it. All immediately said yes.
So construction soon started with them lending a hand and doing a lot of the work. I asked what equipment they would like to have and they gave me a list. Once it was completed, they immediately started using it after they got off in the evenings.
The gym included a locker room, showers and a sauna. Since all that used it were males, they were seemed to be completely comfortable using the sauna and showers totally nude. I liked that because when I went out, I'd get to see them nude.
I had been out to the gym one afternoon, visiting with the guys as they worked out and changed in the locker room, before returning to the office.
As I sat at my desk, there was a knock on the locked front door. I went to see who it was and saw a tall, slim, but muscular, man wearing snug jeans and a tank top, which suggested that his chest was hairy.
Stepping up to the door, I said, "May I help you?"
"Yes, sir. I was told to see you about a job."
"Who told you?"
"My parole officer. He said you sometimes give guys a job and a second chance in life."
I looked at him, unlocked the door and invited him in.
"I'm Brock Roberts," he said. "I'd appreciate anything you can do to help me, Mr. Wilson."
"Brock, here we are all on a first name basis. I'm Mark."
"Thanks, Mark. What would you like to know about me? I'll be open and honest about anything you ask."
"First, was it county jail or state prison?"
"State prison," he replied.
"What for?" I asked.
"Armed robbery. I was married at the time and out of work. I needed money for food for my family. Desperate times lead to desperate measures. It was my first time doing anything like that. I never considered cameras or such being in the store. I had watched and knew when the owner did his deposits. I went in just before he pulled money from the register and robbed him. Two days later the police were at my door. I had been identified by a neighbor who had seen the video from the camera on the news."
"You said you were married at the time?"
"Yes. I was sentenced to ten years and got parole after six years. As soon as I was sent to prison she filed for divorce."
"She had a son from a previous relationship that was two at the time. I really loved that kid but we didn't have any of our own."
"I see. I can put you to work but you'll have a lot of learning to do. And before you start work you must pass a drug test."
"I have no problem with that," he replied. "I've never even smoked pot and never considered any hard stuff."
That's good to hear," I said as I pulled out a drug test form and began filling it out, after getting his driver's license.
I gave it to him and told him where to go and what he would need to take.
"I'm short on cash," he said then asked how much the test would cost.
"Nothing," I replied. "I pay for the test. I just need a contact number to call you after i get the results."
He gave me a number saying it was the number at the half way house where he was staying.
"After you go to the test center, they will sign off that you went and give you the pink copy to bring back to me. Do it immediately after you leave there."
"Will do," he said, then looked at me and with his eyes tearing up, he said "I don't know how to thank you, and you won't be sorry you hired me, I promise."
"I believe you," I told him shaking his hand. "See you tomorrow after your test."
He left and for some reason I felt close to Brock already. I hoped things worked out.
The next morning around ten he showed up with his copy of the test all signed properly.
"I wasn't expecting you this early," I told him.
"I was waiting at the door when they opened. I was their first customer," he said with a slight laugh.
"That's good," I said. "While we're waiting for the results, I have some pamphlets for you to read and study."
I gave them to him and told him I'd call as soon as I heard anything.
Two days later I got the call.
"Mr. Wilson, this is the testing lab. I have the results on Brock Roberts for you."
"Great. How'd they turn out?"
"Unbelievable. We checked them twice, and couldn't even find a trace of aspirin in his system. It's been a long time since we've had one like him in here. He's clean as a whistle."
"I'm glad to hear that," I told them. "Thanks."
I hung up and called Brock and told him that I wanted to see him first thing the next morning. Before he coils ask about the results, I hung up.
He was waiting at the door when I arrived. We went in and I told him to wait for me in my office while I started coffee.
I stayed in the break room waiting on the coffee. Once it was ready, I poured two cups and took him one along with cream and sugar.
He thanked me and looked at he apprehensively.
Without saying he had passed the test, I began asking him questions about the information I had given him to study. He got almost eighty percent correct. I was extremely pleased and told him so.
He looked at me and asked, "Do the questions indicate that I passed my drug test?"
"With flying colors," I told him and relayed what I had been told by the testing company.
I had him start that day, working with one of my best employees. Brock caught on quick and learned everything he needed to know to go out on his own within month.
Brock also used the gym and his nude body was awesome. He did have a couple of tattoos he said he had gotten in the military. As I had expected, his chest was hairy with a thick treasure trail leading down to a large thick bush at the base of his beautiful cock.
Then one Saturday, Brock returned from a service call to find me mulling over some invoices and cursing to myself.
"Something wrong boss?" he asked casually.
"I can't get the fucking figures to balance," I replied. "I don't know how many times I've gone over them."
"Want me to take a look?"
"Huh? You done accounting before?"
"Before I was laid off and got into trouble, I worked for an accounting firm, so yea, I've done accounting."
Pushing back from my desk, I stood and said "Go for it."
He sat down and began comparing the invoices to the figures I had written down. After making a couple of changes, his fingers flew over the calculator then he looked at me and said, "All Balanced."
"Mother fuck! What was wrong?"
"You had transposed a coupe of figures when you wrote down the amounts on the balance sheet."
"Well, I know now who to call if I have problems in the future," I said.
"Anytime," he replied. "It felt good to get back to doing what I used to do."
I thanked him and asked if he would like to have dinner with me.
"I'd like to but I have to get back to the half- way house."
"I'll follow you, and talk to them and let them know you'll be with me and I'll take responsibility."
"If you could do it, man, I'd love it."
I followed him and got permission for him to be out with me. He showered and changed clothes while I waited, then I took him to a nice restaurant for dinner. After eating we drove to my place where we each had sodas. He wasn't allowed to have any alcohol.
As we sat in my den, I asked "Brock, may I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, I don't mind."
"It's something I've wondered about but never asked any of the other guys. If you prefer not to answer, just tell me."
He nodded and I said, "I've heard stories about rape and sex among inmates in prison. Is that all true?"
"Wow, that's a loaded question. Will my answer affect my job in any way?"
"Not in the least. Your job is secure no matter how you answer or if you refuse to answer."
He hesitated a moment then said, "Yes, Mark, it's all true. When I first went in, I was put in with another inmate serving forty years. I soon found out he was going to control me no matter how much I resisted. The first night I was scared shit-less at the way he looked at me and smiled. Then during the next day he came right out and told me I was going to be his personal property and serve him whatever way he wanted. The next thing I knew he had me on my knees giving him a blow job, something I'd never done before. That night he raped me anally and every day. Until I built myself up enough to resist successfully, I had to perform oral on him and give him my ass whenever he wanted it. So yes, what you've heard is true."
"Damn! I've always wondered."
"Only those that are well built and muscular and can hold their own escape that humiliation. That's why I worked out so much."
"Did you stop him?"
"Yea, about three months before my parole. He tried to make me blow him and I told him if anyone did any blowing it was going to be him."
"We got into a scuffle and I won. He sucked his first cock that night. Until then, he had me servicing some of the guards for privileges ad other inmates. After that night the tables turned. A guard came by for a blow and guess who did it? My cell mate. The guard was shocked. I'll be honest with you, after he knew I could get the best of him, we serviced each other. By then, I was enjoying what I was going and having done to me and missed it. I'm totally gay now. If you want to fire me, I'll understand."
"I couldn't care less," I said. "And why should I fire you? You like sex with men. Big fucking deal." I wanted so bad to tell him I was gay also but I figured I'd let him see that I really didn't care.
After three more months I met with his patrol officer and he arranged a meeting with a judge. Brock didn't know about it until his parole officer told him he no longer had to live at the half way house.
The three of us were in my office after work That Friday. Brock's mouth fell open in surprise and he asked the parole officer to repeat what he had said.
"Brock, Mr. Wilson came to me and we met with a judge. Mr. Wilson explained how great you were doing and mentioned some other things and the judge released you from the house."
"Fuck! Where will I live?" he said.
Speaking up, I said, "With me. I have an extra bedroom."
"Brock, instead of the half-way house, Mr. Wilson will be responsible for you. You must follow all his instructions just as if you were in the half-way house. You understand?"
"Yes sir," he replied, his eyes filling with tears. "May I asked what else you told the judge?" he said to me.
"Only that you were working out so well, I was promoting you to accountant and would now be in the office with me."
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.
"You start in the office on Monday," I told him. "As for right now, go get your things and meet me at my place." I gave him the address not wanting the parole officer to know he had already been there.
We all left and an hour later, Brock knocked on the door. Once he was inside, I handed him a key.
"Here is your own key to the house. No more knocking. This is your home also." I then showed him to the extra bedroom.
"Damn, my own room. at the half-way house there were three of us sharing one room. We each had a single bed. Here I have a king bed. I won't know how to act in it."
"I bet it won't take you long. You also have your own bathroom," I told him pointing to a door on one wall of the bedroom.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.
"Get settled and I'll meet you in the kitchen."
He came in as I was starting dinner and pitched in. As we cooked dinner together, he said, "Man, you don't know how great this feels. I owe you a lot."
"All you owe me is to stay straight and clean."
"Hey, no problem there."
We soon ate dinner and after cleaning the kitchen, we went out back onto the patio.
"Damn, I didn't know you had a pool," he said.
"We have a pool," I corrected, then said, "Brock, I went to bat for you and got you with me for one reason."
"You told me that you are now totally gay, right?"
"Did living with those other guy sometimes have an affect on you?"
Looking at me he said, "Yea, it did."
"And they didn't know you had gone gay?"
"Hell no! They'd probably have bet the shit out of me. there were some bad asses there."
"Well, here you don't have that problem. As you can see, the privacy fence is quite high. We have total privacy here. You're completely free to swim nude if you want to. Also, if you so desire your free to go around the house nude also."
"You serious? You really don't care?"
"No, I don't and it's for one reason only."
"And what is that reason? You want to use me also?"
"Brock, settle down. I said those things because I am gay also, and like you, no one knows."
"Mark, you serious? Are you really gay?"
"Yes I am, but I want you to know I didn't get you released o me for sex. I wanted you to have the freedom to live comfortably any way you wanted."
"Do you live nude and swim nude?"
"All the time. I usually strip down as soon as I get home and stay that way until I have to go out for some reason. I want you to feel free to do the same."
"This is unreal. You going to strip tonight?"
"I was planning on it if you didn't object."
"Not at all. Go ahead. Besides, it's your house."
I smiled at him and said, "Our house now," and left the room. As I returned nude, I passed him in the hall. He was nude also and carrying his clothes to his room.
We lived nude for almost a week before he looked at me one night and said, "Mark, may I make love to you?"
"I'd like that. I've wanted it myself but thought it best to let you make the first move."
He came over and sat by me and we had our first hot wet tongue kiss. Soon, with both our cocks hard we were on the floor in a sixty-nine.
We had sex nearly every night either sucking or fucking each other. After a month, I asked him, "Brock, would you like to start sharing my bed at night?"
"Yes, very much," he said.
"We'll leave your things in the spare room for appearances if someone stops by to check on things."
We slept together every night and at work during the day e occasionally slipped in a hot quick kiss when alone.
Three months later, I sat him down after dinner and told him that I'd had a call from his parole officer and he needed to see him the next morning. He asked me to go with him.
We went and I waited in the car. He didn't know that his parole officer and I had been conversing. I knew what was going on.
He came out all smiles. "What's up?" I asked.
"As if you didn't know. Thanks to you the judge has commuted my sentence to time served and ended my parole. I'm now a totally free man. No longer do I have to report to anyone."
"I know," I said with sheepish grin on my face.
That night after going out to dinner, we got home and he had his first beer with me as we swam in the pool. Sitting on the side, I pulled him around so that he was between my legs. He figured I wanted him to suck me but I stopped him.
Lifting his face so he could see my face, I said, "Brock, I want you to know I've fallen head over heels in love with you. Would you be my lover?"
"Mark, you know I will. I already consider you my lover. I've wanted to tell you how much I loved you also. I know that months ago, when you said it didn't bother you that I was gay, but didn't know you were gay also."
Brock and I have been together six years now and recently found out that two of the other ex-cons working for us are lovers also. I've made Brock a partner in the company and we've expanded to having offices in two other near by towns. All our office staff and exterminators are ex-cons, and never have we had a complaint about any one of them. We let them now up front that we're gay lovers and all have been cool with it and some have come out that they are gay also.
Life couldn't be better!!!!