Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2010 17:00:01 -0800 From: Hermes Subject: Speedo Boys Chapter 29 Here's the next installment of this story. I hope you enjoy it. I would appreciate any feedback of a positive nature, and of course, flames will be ignored. You can Email me at: HermesAuthor@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: The usual Copyrights exist on this and all of my works. This story may involve sexual contact between Adult Men and Younger Males, two Boys, or two Adult Men. If this type of story is not to your liking, or for any reason is forbidden where you live, please, PLEASE, delete this file and stop. If this is to your tastes, then I hope you enjoy this story, for that is all it is. Fiction, Fantasy, the musing of the Author's mind written and shared with you. I do not in any way condone, support, or promote any illegal act in any jurisdiction. But, thank God, we still have the right to SAY anything as long as we don't DO anything. So, without any further ado, Please enjoy. Hermes -*- Speedo Boys Chapter 29 -- All the ducks in a row From Last time: They went into the house and went looking for the boys. They found all three in Cole's room lying on the bed watching the beginnings of a movie. They all greeted John and Matt said that John was staying the night. He asked them to allow them some privacy. Of course, if there was an emergency, they should knock on the door. John and Matt retired to Matt's bedroom as the boys got more comfortable and watched their movie. Michael turned to the others and said, "Well, at least Dad is gonna get some today too!" Chapter 29 -- All the ducks in a row. Robbie was lying in his bunk right after the lights were turned down low. In jail, the lights are never out, but you get used to it. It had been so long since he'd taken care of himself. He just didn't feel right about jacking off in jail, but in light of his conversations with Jake, he was boned up more than he ever had been before. Slowly, he reached under his blanket and took hold of his overly hard cock and began a slow, rhythmic stroking. One thing about being on the bottom bunk in a jail cell is that you always know when the guy on top is taking care of his business. Jake was lying on his back watching the rhythmic undulations of the mattress above him. The idea that Robbie was 'dealing' with himself turned Jake on to no end. He waited and listened, finally he couldn't help himself, he said quietly, "You having a good time up there?" Robbie was at first shocked that his ministrations had been discovered. Then the words that Dominick, Jake's boyfriend, had told him came rushing back... "Jail Gay, isn't Real Gay". Turmoil took over Robbie's mind. He really wanted Jake to 'help him out', but everything he'd learned in church said that any gay activity was a sin. Finally, reason overtook his pseudo-morality. Robbie whispered, "Yeah, I'm having a great time, but I bet you could make it better." Quietly, Jake told Robbie to hop down and join him on his bunk. The guards never did a 'walk through' until at least midnight and that gave them about 2 hours. Robbie hopped down, not bothering to put his boxers back on. Sure, Jake had seen Robbie naked in the shower, but this was the first time he'd ever had the opportunity to check him out, and also it was the first time he'd seen him boned up. Jake definitely liked what he saw. He had Robbie lay on his back and Jake, with practiced expertise, took Robbie's throbber into his warm, wet mouth. An audible intake of breath was heard as this transpired. Robbie had never been successful in getting any of his girlfriends to suck him and now he knew exactly what he was missing. Jake expertly took Robbie's entire 5 and a half inches into his mouth and the beginnings of his throat. With his hand he was fondling Robbie's balls, rolling them around in his palm. He knew this wouldn't last long, and he'd already decided not to ask for reciprocation. If that happened it would be a long time into the future. Robbie wasn't in any way ready for that, or so Jake thought. -*- 6:00 in the morning is no time to be awoken. The guard was banging on the cell door telling John it was time to get ready for court. The guard laughed, "Today's your big day! You get to find out how long you'll be a guest of the California Department of Corrections. Your case was a record, you know. Only 4 minutes after the jury was released they came back with Guilty verdicts. We never expected anything less than 20 minutes. Get your ass up and ready, you head out in 10 minutes." John was in a foul mood. He said to himself, "That fucking faggot is breaking all of God's laws, but I'm the one who is going to spend most of the rest of my life in prison. I go to prison, and he goes to that slut's bedroom." John left his cell, was given his 'sack lunch' which consisted of stale bread, a tub of cheap peanut butter, two packets of jelly, and an apple. He was lead across the tunnel to the courthouse to sit in a holding cell until he was called for. Two hours later he heard his name. He shuffled out, handcuffed and leg shackles and was escorted to the courtroom. He was seated in the Defendant's chair. He turned and saw his faggot son and his slut boyfriend sitting with that pedo they were living with, and it seemed the faggot pedo had increased his stable of fresh meat as he saw Michael sitting there. Or so John thought. John's dump-truck public defender appeared and the asshole prosecutor was smugly looking at him. After just a few minutes, the Bailiff stood and said loudly, "All Rise this court is now in session. The Honorable Hector Rivas presiding." The judge entered, he was an older Hispanic man. He took his seat and banged his gavel. "Call the first case, Bailiff." The Bailiff stood and in a clear voice said, "The State versus John Allerd, Case Number 102218337CR, the case is scheduled for sentencing, Your Honor." The judge looked down and at the counsel tables. "I see the defendant is present in court and is represented by counsel. I also see that the prosecution is represented. Prior to sentencing does the victim wish to make a statement?" Cole hadn't planned on it, but stood and clearly stated, "I do, Your Honor." This came as a complete surprise to Devon, Michael, and Matt. Cole went through the gate and stood at the podium. He turned and looked at his former father, then back to the judge. He gathered his thoughts and spoke. "Your Honor, my name is Cole Johnson. The man here today that you will sentence is my biological father. He ceased being by "dad" when he tossed me out of our house because I happened to be gay. That would have been bad enough but then he tried on two occasions to kill both me and my boyfriend. He'll always be my father, and I feel bad that he's going to spend time in prison, but, if his example can show other dads out there that acting this way just because your child doesn't turn out like you want, and it stops even one boy from being treated as Devon and I were treated, then I feel he should be put away for a long time. To my father I want to say, 'I love you and thank you for bringing me into this world. I cannot forget what you did to me. I also cannot forget what you did for me. I really hope you think about this in there. If you ever want to contact me, I hope you will. Good Luck, Father." John heard his son's words. He didn't react, but they will be with him in the future. The judge said, "Thank you Cole, that was very well said. I will take your comments into consideration as I pass sentence. You may return to your seat." Cole returned to his seat and received a hug from Devon. The judge then turned to John and said, "Will the Defendant stand for sentencing." John was helped to his feet then the judge continued, "John Allerd, you have been tried and convicted on two counts of attempted murder, one count of possession of an illegal firearm, one count of attempted procurement of an illegal firearm, Felony Child Abandonment, and due to the nature of the impetus for your crimes, they have been enhanced by being classified as Hate Crimes. If I were to impose the maximum sentences for these crimes you would be incarcerated well beyond your expected life span and one thing I am not known for is overkill. What I am going to sentence you to is as follows. On the two counts of attempted murder, 15 years in State Prison for each, to run concurrently. On the possession of an illegal firearm, an additional 5 years to run consecutive to the completion of the first term, for the attempt to purchase another illegal firearm, 2 years to run concurrent with the possession charge. And for the final charge, Child Abandonment, 15 years to run concurrently. As an enhancement, due to the fact that these crimes were perpetuated as a hate crime solely because of your son's sexual preference, I will enhance the prior stated sentences to note that you shall remain ineligible for parole until the entirety of your sentences have been served. You will have the next 20 years, less the four months credit for time served to consider your actions. I will give you this ray of hope. I am scheduling a hearing one year from today. If in the estimation of the prison psychiatrist you have made significant progress as to the reasons you committed your crimes, I will suspend the mandatory ineligibility for parole at that time. That is a one time opportunity, make the most of it." The judge then banged his gavel and said, "Bailiff, next case." -*- Trevor arrived at the restaurant right at noon. He looked around and saw his brother and his wife at a table and went to join them. He sat and the conversation was light. Michael's mother, Vanessa, looked at her watch and then told the others that she had to leave for an appointment. She was having her nails done. Trevor bade her farewell. He was relieved because he couldn't have her present for the plan he was going to use on his brother to work. Once Vanessa was gone from the building, Trevor put his plan into action. He looked at his brother and said, "So, I guess you have a bit of a problem." The look on his brother's face was surprise. "I don't know what you're talking about. At the moment, I don't have a care in the world." Trevor got serious. "I think you do. I talked to Michael." Hearing his son's name, Bill, Michael's father got serious himself. "So, you talked to the whoring faggot. He want to suck your dick like he did when he was 9? I hope he offered you a family discount. But, he's not my concern. He's living with that faggot foster family. I get my pay without having to fork up any of it to care for his sorry ass." He started to laugh at the double meaning. "So, why don't you give up your parental rights then? It's not like you want anything to do with raising him." Trevor said simply. "Eventually that little faggot is gonna get some really important, rich, successful type in that poop chute of his, and I plan on capitalizing on it. So, he can live with the fag family, but legally he still belongs to me." Bill said. "That may not be the best idea. He knows about that little weekend with Vanessa's niece. How old was she? 10? 11? Makes you wonder how you got that big log of yours in her. Regardless, Michael wants you to sign off on the parental rights so Matt can adopt him or he plans on making it public. I don't think Vanessa would take it very well." Bill's face turned red. "If I go down for this, you go with me!" He said, louder than he intended. Trevor, cool as can be said, "Sure, that may be true, but Michael would then get what he wants. You'd be out of the picture, so would I. He does have some juicy tidbits about Vanessa as well, but he told me he'd rather not share those unless you refused." Bill knew he'd been check-mated. He resignedly said, "Okay, tell him I'll sign. Have his lawyer or whatever contact me." Trevor feigned concern as he said, "That is probably for the best, Bill. But you need to make sure Vanessa signs too." With that, Trevor stood, said, "Thanks for Lunch" and walked out. -*- James was excited. He was getting his casts off his legs. The limo he'd hired arrived and he, Tom, and Melissa got in and were taken to the doctor's office. The x-rays showed that the bones had mended so the doctor cut the casts off. He explained to them that James would need to be careful for a while so as not to re-injure the bones. He also explained that due to the fact that his muscles haven't been used, he should undergo some physical therapy. Tom assured the doctor that James wouldn't do anything strenuous. For the first time since the accident, James tentatively walked to the car. He still had his arm being held by Tom, but, he was walking again. They got into the car and James instructed the driver to just drive around. They needed to talk. First, James reached into his pocket and took out two little booklets. He said, "Take these but don't open them, not until we talk." He handed one to Melissa and one to Tom. I wanted you both to know how much I love you. Mom, you've given up your life to raise me and Tom, you've dedicated your love and your life to me. Without both of you, I would have given up when the accident happened. But, as much pain as it was, it was possibly a blessing in disguise. We were able to use it to help a lot of people. Mom, I'm 14 now, and according to the law, I can apply for emancipation. That way I would no longer be your legal responsibility. I want for Tom to file as well." Tom spoke, "Babe, I wouldn't qualify. You have to show that you would be able to support yourself, and I don't have any income." James smiled. He said, "Both of you, the booklet in your hands is your bank book. I opened accounts in both of your names with $2 Million dollars each. The interest from those accounts is set up to be paid out to each of you every quarter. The amount you both get every three months is more than enough to show you have the means to support yourself. But it really doesn't matter. Tom. My Tom. You have proven your love to me, now I want to prove mine to you. Once we're both emancipated, and legally able to make our own decisions, I want us to file for Domestic Partnership. It's the closest we can get to being married in this state." James then reached into his pocket and took out a box. Inside the box was a ring. "The other day when you were at your parents, I had Matt come get me. We went to a jewelry store and I got these. Tom, will you be my partner, for life?" Tom looked at the ring and tears started falling down his face. He looked at Melissa and she was crying openly. "Yes. Oh God, Yes!" -*- Matt, Michael, Devon, and Cole were sitting in the living room. Matt turned to Cole and said, "You surprised me today, Son. What you said in the courtroom was excellent. I couldn't have said it better. I would have preferred to know you were going to do it though." "Yeah, I was scared for you." Devon said as Michael simply nodded. "Honestly, I didn't plan on doing it. It just felt like something I needed to say. I don't think it'll do any good as far as my father is concerned though. He just can't see what he did was wrong." Just then Matt's phone rang. He answered it, there was a brief conversation, and Matt ended the call. "I guess I need to give you guys a couple surprises too." Michael, Cole, and Devon stared at Matt, waiting. "First off, Michael, I heard from Trevor. The information you gave to Trevor worked on your dad. He has agreed to sign over his parental rights voluntarily. Secondly, this next piece of information will have impact on all of us. John and I have been seeing a lot of each other, as you know. We've agreed, with your approval, that we're going to give another shot to a relationship. He's on his way over to talk it over with you guys." All three of the boys started hooting and hollering. They were happy for Matt. Michael was still looking a little pensive though. "What about my court thing? Won't that stop the adoption?" Matt sat next to Michael, "Our lawyer is working on that. Give him some time. We should probably have an answer on that in a day or two." Just then, the doorbell rang. -*- Robbie and Jake were in their cell that afternoon. Neither had said anything about what had happened the night before. Jake could tell that Robbie was working it out in his own mind. He knew that the best thing to do was to do and say nothing. The silence grew and finally Robbie hopped off his bunk and stood in front of Jake. He looked directly at Jake and said, "Before, I would have punched you out for offering to 'help me out' last night. I have been thinking and came to the realization that my so called church was breeding hatred in me. Something that when you think about it, goes against every aspect of Christianity. Besides, what happened last night felt really good. Dominick is a lucky guy to have you. Wanna know something weird? I actually almost offered to do you last night too." Jake smiled and said, "I so really wanna hug you right now, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I got a guy waiting for me. But, that don't mean we can't still be 'friends with benefits'!" The two hugged briefly. -*- In the same courtroom where John had been sentenced that morning, Marie, Cole's biological mother, came in. She saw that her attorney was there and so was the prosecutor. The judge had just finished the previous case and said, "Bailiff, call the next case." The Bailiff stood and said, "Your Honor, Case Number 103287377CR, The State versus Marie Allerd. This is a potential plea change." The Judge looked and stated for the record, "Defendant is in court, honoring her bond requirement and is represented by counsel. Counsel on behalf of the State is also present." Turning to the Prosecutor, "Has the Defendant cooperated and fulfilled the requirements of the plea agreement?" "Other than a change of her official plea, yes, Your Honor." The prosecutor stated. The Judge turned to Marie. "Mrs. Allerd, did you wish to change your plea at this time?" Marie's attorney spoke, "She does, Your Honor. She wishes to change her prior plea to Nolo-Contendre." The Judge looked surprised, but turned to the Prosecution. "Is that acceptable to the State?" "No Objections, Your Honor." The prosecutor said. "Very well. Mrs. Allerd. Realize in this state, for the purposes of a criminal proceeding a no contest plea is given equal weight as a guilty plea. However, since this is based on a plea agreement, I'll allow it. To the amended charges of Misdemeanor Child Neglect, the court sentences you to 5 years probation. During which time, you will be required to perform 10,000 hours of community service. I am stipulating that this community service must be done working with one of the organizations who work with families of Gay youth. You got off lucky, Mrs. Allerd. Good Luck to you. Your bail restrictions are hereby lifted. You will need to contact the probation department within 24 hours. Bailiff, next case, please." Coming Soon -- Chapter 30 -- The End of the Beginning. Author's Note: This marks the next to final chapter in Book One of Speedo Boys. At some point, the story will continue. There is still much to tell. You will not want to miss the final chapter in this book, soon to be released.