Once Upon a Time...Again

In this chapter we meet Jace Parker, the second character in our tale. He and Tony will alternate telling their story in each chapter. Tony will be back in chapter 3.

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Chapter 2

Jace

I was sitting in front of the parole board as they asked me questions about the crime that I had committed, if I was remorseful and if I felt I would do it again.

I answered, “yes sir, I am very sorry for what I have done, even though I didn’t know what was going on at time. I am not making an excuse, I accept full responsibility for hanging out with the people that I did on that day.”

The next person asked, “so if we approve your parole, will you be staying away from those types of people?”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”  I replied.

The next man asked, “Mr. Parker, what are your plans, once you get released from here?”

I thought for a minute, “I will need to find a job first, sir. I will do everything in my power to get my life back on track.

He nodded, “do you have any skills an employer might find useful?”

I said, “I worked in a warehouse before I was arrested and I have worked in the workshop all three years I have been here, building furniture, and the house that the prison sells every year.”

The prison that I was in had a work program, all the inmates were required to work. I chose the workshop, every year we would build a house that was then sold to the general public. It was usually sold at a reduced cost since the labor costs were less using prisoners. They also had a bakery, and an accounting office that did taxes every year, again at a reduced rate. The prison was populated mostly by first time offenders that committed nonviolent crimes, like petty theft. I was sentenced to five years as an accessory after the fact, when I drove the getaway car after the guys, I was with, robbed a liquor store. I was driving around with Roger and Randy McCoy, two brothers that I was friends with. Randy decided we needed to stop and get some more beer, he and Roger went in while I waited in the car, they came running out yelling for me to take off. It wasn’t until the cops were chasing us that I figured out what they had done.

I told the police all that I knew, which wasn’t much, they assumed I had been in on the planning of the robbery. I was unable to hire my own lawyer and had to use a public defender, he talked me into taking a plea deal to testify against the McCoy brothers. I still got five years, but I think a better lawyer could have kept me out of prison. Once in prison, I kept my head down, worked in the workshop, and just kept to myself. Now three years later I was being considered for an early release. The brothers each got 10 years in a different prison, the last I heard they had already been involved in drugs and fighting and had added another 5 years to their sentences.

The guards led the five of us that were up for parole back to our cells, a few hours later, I and two of the others were notified we would be released the following week.

I grew up in a small town about two and a half hours north of the city that I was incarcerated in. It was in Green County near a lake, the town and lake were called Green Lake. My parents were both alcoholics and were in and out of my life the whole time I was growing up, I was raised mostly by my grandmother. As soon as I finished high school, I headed for the city, anxious to get out of the hick town that I had grown up in. It actually went fairly well for the first couple of months, I got a job in a warehouse loading trucks and found a cheap apartment to live in. I met Randy McCoy on the job, and we soon became friends. He was the same age as I was, had bright red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. His brother Roger was just a year older, but they could have passed for twins.

The three of us were soon spending all our free time together, they soon talked me into drinking and smoking some weed. I had vowed to never drink, seeing what it did to my parents, but peer pressure is a powerful thing. Just as I was getting settled into my job, Randy was fired when they found weed in his locker. I knew I needed to start to distance myself from him, I did not want to go down that path.

I was torn, because in the time that we had worked together, I found myself attracted to Randy, well, and since they looked so much alike, Roger too. I had not seen Randy for a week after he had been fired, when he showed up at my door one evening, holding a six pack. I invited him in, and we opened our first bottle.

I asked, “so, how is the search for a job going?”

He shrugged, “I have been doing some temp work, haven’t found anything permeant yet.”

I nodded, “don’t worry, you’ll find something.”

He said, “yeah, I guess. Hey, you got any weed?”

I shook my head, “no, and if you don’t mind, I would appreciate it if you don’t smoke at my place anymore, my landlord gave me a warning after the last time you and Roger were here.”

He rolled his eyes, “fucking fun haters.”

We drank another beer and Randy said he needed to piss, he walked into my bathroom and peed, leaving the door open. My small apartment was just one room with a couch that folded out to a bed and kitchenette on one side, and a small bathroom on the other side. We had hung out enough, that this was really not a big deal, but I found myself looking, just to see if I could get a glimpse of his dick. I must have been a little too obvious, I think I saw him look out at me while I was still looking. I quickly looked away and took another swig of my beer. I heard him walk out of the bathroom.

He walked right in front of me, that’s when I noticed that he hadn’t bothered to put his cock back in his pants.

He asked, “do you like my dick?”

I just stared, his cock was nice and thick and longer than mine with the foreskin covering his bright pink head. I had never seen an uncircumcised dick before. My mouth must have been slightly open as Randy grabbed the base and started to shake his manhood at me.

He rubbed the head across my lips, “go ahead, you can suck it.”

I slowly stuck my tongue out and ran it across the head, his dick was instantly hard, and I wrapped my lips around it and started to bob my head. I licked his shaft as I unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his underwear down to his knees. He pulled his shirt up revealing sexy six-pack abs, he was completely hairless except for the patch of ginger pubes surrounding that big dick and low hanging nuts. I rolled each nut in my mouth and then licked up and down his shaft again. Randy put his hands on the back of my head, as he moaned in pleasure. My own cock was bursting out of my pants, I opened them and released my dick, giving it a good stroke each time I took Randy’s dick to the root. He pulled me up and pulled me in for a deep kiss, I was still stunned at what was happening. He pulled my shirt off and we finished taking our pants off and pulled the bed out of the couch. We were soon spread out naked on the mattress sucking each other.

I was so wrapped up in the dick that I was sucking, I didn’t notice the door opening. The next thing I knew, there were two uncut ginger cocks in my face. I looked up and saw Roger had joined us.

He grinned, “you couldn’t wait for me to get here?”

Randy laughed, “hey, if you can’t be on time, that’s not our fault.”

I alternated back and forth between the brother’s dicks, losing track of who I was sucking. Randy pulled his dick from my mouth and turned me onto my back. Roger went down, took my dick into his mouth and Randy stood up and fed me his cock. God, I was in heaven, why the hell hadn’t I done this before. I continued to suck Randy as I felt Roger push my legs up. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt him run his tongue across my virgin hole. He licked and sucked then pushed his tongue in, leaving a trail of split in and around my pucker. Roger then pushed a finger inside, Randy had to hold me down, so I didn’t jump off the bed. After he had worked two fingers in, he stood back and aimed his cock at my hole. He slowly pushed in and was soon pumping, hitting my sweet spot with every stroke. Randy reached down and stroked my dick as he pushed his in and out of my mouth. It felt like every nerve in my body was being stimulated.

A few minutes later, I was disappointed as both brothers pulled out of their respective holes, only to be back in ecstasy as they switched places and again worked both openings. Roger leaned down and started to suck me as I sucked him, and Randy fucked my ass. It suddenly occurred to me that Roger’s face was very near his brother’s dick, I’m not sure why, but the thought of the brother’s being that close really turned me on. They continued taking turns on my ass and feeding me their cocks. Randy pulled out, but instead of coming around so I could suck him, he crawled onto the bed and sat on my aching dick, just as he bottomed out, Roger once again filled my hole. The feeling of Randy’s tight hole squeezing my dick and Roger pounding my ass sent me over the edge. I filled Randy’s hole with my hot seed, setting off a chain reaction. The dick that was slapping my stomach with every bounce was soon shooting cream all over my chest and face. Then I felt my gut being flooded by the release of sperm that followed the loud grunt that Roger let out.

We were lying next to each other on the bed, trying to catch our breath. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, it was obvious that the brothers had done this before. I was wondering if they ever sucked or fucked each other, again this was really turning me on.

Roger leaned up on one elbow and looked at me and started to chuckle, “Jesus, little brother you sure made a mess all over Jace here, he’s covered in cum.”

I felt my face turn red as Randy looked over at me, he said, “yeah, his dick felt pretty good in my ass.”

I looked back and forth at them, “so do you guys do this often?”

Randy laughed, “only when I catch someone staring at my dick when I take a piss.”

I turned even more red, “sorry.”

Roger laughed, “don’t worry about it, I’m sure if you had been peeing, Randy would have been trying to look too.”

We cleaned up and dressed and had a few more beers. Over the next few years, we continued to hook up. Sometimes all three of us or just two of us. I don’t know if the brothers did anything with each other when I wasn’t around, but I sure jacked off to the thought many times.

I kept working my warehouse job, but Randy and Roger always just said they were working temp jobs. They still seemed to have more money than I did, I just never asked too many questions. It wasn’t until after that night three years ago that I found out they had been robbing people for a living. They would break into people’s homes, steal electronics and jewelry, then pawn it. In the last six months they had moved up to robbing gas stations and liquor stores.

If I had known that was the plan for the night, I was driving them around, I would never have gone along with them. I didn’t even know that they had been arrested several times before and they had both jumped their bail. I think they each had two or three warrants on the night we were arrested. The last time that I saw them was when I testified at their trials, I was thankful that they were sent to a different prison than I was.

I had a few hundred dollars in the bank when I was arrested and it earned a little interest while I was in prison and had been able to save a little money from my job in prison, we weren’t paid a lot, but it did add up over the three years.

A few days later, I was given a ride into the city and dropped off at a sort of a halfway house for recently released convicts. We could stay there for up to three months, until we could find a job and a place to live. The next day I met with my parole officer.

He asked, “are you ready to start the search for a job?”

I nodded, “yes, I was going to go back down the warehouse where I worked before all this happened.”

He said, “that’s a good place to start, do you think they will hire you back?”

I shrugged, “I’m not sure, but I have to try. The worst that can happen is they no. Right?”

He smiled, “I guess that’s true, I will write a letter of reference for you. I also have a few other possible jobs that you can check out.”

I said, “thanks, I let you know how things go.” I was out of jail and ready to get on with my life, wish me luck.