Stuart hears about a former student who is now in jail and decides to visit
Stuart hung up the phone with Ralph. The two had been teachers together for ten years ever since they graduated college. They had shared many of the same students many of whom stood out in their memories for different reasons — some because they excelled, others because of their notable, but not always honorable, behavior. They both certainly remembered Justin.
Justin was a bully. He had intimidated not just students, but he also made some of the teachers nervous. Ralph and Stuart were both first year teachers when they had Justin. At that time, they were not much older than the students they had in class.
Justin was always big, strong, and constantly in a bad mood. Stuart and Ralph figured the best way to handle things was to stay out of the bullies way as much as possible. Stuart lived near enough to the school that he could walk every day. The quickest route, however, took him right by Justin’s house. So, Stuart would go out of his way, walking extra blocks, just to avoid a possible encounter with Justin off school property.
They had been rid of Justin for 9 years. Then Ralph called and told Stuart about the extreme sex story that someone had written that sounded a lot like Justin. Stuart had read it. He noticed some similarities in style and tone but not enough to be certain it was Justin.
Still, his curiosity about Justin was peaked. He decided to look up Justin on social media. It didn’t take long to find him. Stuart browsed the pictures. There were several in which Justin was shirtless. Stuart examined the hardened physical frame, the muscles, the tattoos. In some of them Justin was on a motorcycle or in a 4 wheel drive pickup.
There were also pictures of Justin with women — several different women. Some wore skimpy clothes and hung off Justin’s neck or sat in his lap. In a few he was with two or even three women. Most of the pictures had heart reactions and comments about him being “hot” or “sexy.” Stuart had never garnered reactions like that, not even from his wife.
Stuart noticed that Justin had not posted anything new to his profile in at least six months, and decided to investigate further. After conducting a general search for Justin’s name on a web browser, he found his answer. Justin was in jail. Or should that be in jail again.
Justin had quite the history with the local authorities for issues like assault, battery, and robbery. He was currently in for 6 months at the local county lock up. This time he had been picked up for driving on a suspended license. It should have been a minor thing but Justin got into an altercation with the cop. Justin overpowered the officer but not before he managed to call for backup. When the other officers arrived the three of them managed to get him into cuffs.
Stuart decided to go visit Justin.
He arrived at the jail the next day, made his way through security, and sat at the steel table in the visitation area. He waited for about 10 minutes before he heard a buzzing sound and the door unlocked and in walked Justin, dressed in an orange suit with the county name on the back.
Stuart took in his former student, the bully. His knuckles bore small cuts and scars. His frame looked has hard as the steel of the table. His neck was thick. The escorting deputy looked small in comparison. Stuart also couldn’t help but notice the shape of a rather large dick hanging down the leg of Justin’s pants.
He walked over, eyes fixed on Stuart the whole time, and sat at the table. There was a moment of silence. Stuart was nervous. The old feelings of intimidation were returning. He cleared his throat.
“H … hi Justin.” His voice broke into a higher pitch and he felt embarrassed.
No response. But then Justin spoke up.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Y … you don’t remember me.” Why was he so nervous?
“Nope. No clue.”
“I … I was one of you teachers.”
“So. What? Your a faggot or something and want to suck my dick?”
Stuart was shocked. “N … no! What? no way.”
He paused. A quick thought of getting arrested and being Justin’s cell mate for the weekend. Getting bent over and used. His small penis stirred for a moment. It was just a flash in the mind. Just a suggestion and nothing more. He was married after all. And had kids. He wasn’t gay.
“No. I just wanted to come see how you were doing.”
“A lot better than the pussy cop.”
Stuart giggled nervously. “Yeah … well … I hate to see you in here.”
“Damn your bitch.” Justin said, “So leave some fucking cash at the commissary.”
“Well … look,” Stuart struggled. “Don’t you want to talk a bit?”
“About what?”
” I don’t know … family?”
Justin shrugged. “So fucking talk, asshole.”
Stuart grabbed at his thoughts for something to say. Finally he reached in his pocket and took out a picture of him, his wife, and his daughter at the beach.
“This is my family. That’s Jessica, my wife. And that’s our daughter Kaylie. She’s 18.”
“Damn dude.” Justin said. “Their hot as fuck. I would definitely have a good time with them. Maybe next time you should stay home and I’ll take them. Give them some time with a real man for once. I’ll like looking at this tonight. Thanks bro.” And he slipped the picture off the table.
Stuart started to speak up and say he didn’t mean to give Justin the picture to keep. But he didn’t want to make Justin angry. Especially now that he was engaging in conversation.
“S … sure thing, Justin.”
“So since you’re taking an interest in me and all why don’t you leave your address with the cash. I’ll be sure to to come over when I get out next week.”
“Wait! What? I …” Stuart stammered.
“I’ll let you know what beer I like too so you can go ahead and get some.”
“But … I.”
“Hey, thanks for stopping by dude. I’ll see you next week.”
And with that, Justin stood. He stuck out his hand to shake. Stuart responded with the same gesture and Justin’s grip nearly broke his hand. Stuart winced.
As Justin left, Stuart felt a bit of panic. What just happened here? None of this was what he intended. He felt trapped. His imagination started to spin with possibilities of what might happen if he didn’t do what Justin told him to do. Justin was the kind of guy who would definitely find Stuart and he would be angry. But then again, what would happen if he did do all those things.
Stuart’s hands shook as he took the money from his pocket for Justin’s account. His hands shook more as he wrote out his address on the contact form.
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The next Friday his cell phone rang. It was Justin. He had been released and he told Stuart to pick him up. Stuart immediately complied.
On the way home Justin said he would be staying with them for the weekend. He talked about how he was looking forward to meeting Jessica and Kaylie. Stuart felt helpless, like he was on a runaway train. He had seen the way women responded to Justin from all of the photos and comments online. He silently hoped things would be different with his wife and daughter.
However, as soon as Justin walked through the door, Jessica and Kaylie were both practically draped on him. He was charming and funny with the women. A big difference from the way he talked to men. Stuart was completely shut out of the conversation. It was like he wasn’t even there except whenever Justin told him to get another beer.
After dinner, Jessica and Kaylie showed Justin up to his room. Stuart carried the bag and walked behind. The two women were on either side and Justin had a hand on each of their asses. The three of them walked into the bedroom and before Stuart could step inside the door shut in his face.
He stood in the hallway, unsure of what to do. He could hear their continued muffled conversation through the door. Finally, he retreated to the living room. Before long he heard the sound of music from the bedroom. 20 minutes later, the noises started.
First, he heard his daughter’s voice. Cries and moans accompanied by rhythmic thumping sounds. Stuart tried to shake the thoughts of her tight 18 year old body being stretched by the big thing in Justin’s pants. He could see her, gripping his muscular arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
The sounds stopped momentarily, but then as the thumping resumed, he heard his wife’s voice. Now she was the one whimpering and crying out.
Stuart held his head in his hands. Jesus, he thought to himself. Is this what my weekend is going to be like. What if this is what the rest of my life is going to be like?