Juvenile Detention

By: Rick Masters
(© 2015-2016 by the author)

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Chapter 42
The Turning Point

Josh was rather glad to have Esther mothering him; he desperately needed that, even though he did not know it at the time. Obediently he finished his coffee and took himself off to his room to lie down. Whether or not the brandy had any real effect, at least he felt comforted with the way Esther had helped him, and he soon dropped off to sleep.

He was still asleep when Simon arrived home and his mother warned Simon to be gentle with Josh because he had had a hard day. Simon immediately wanted to know what had happened, but Esther would not tell him, saying it would be up to Josh to share what he wanted to. "Please, just try and be nice to him, okay?"

"Mum, Josh and I are not friends, but he just stepped in and helped me do dishes the first night he was here because he said it was not fair for me to be given extra work because of him. That didn't sound like a bad guy to me. He even trusted me not to tell you so he would not get into trouble for disobeying you. With the way I had been to him that took some guts. So I let him tell me his story and I think I believe him. I am ready to at least give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Simon, that is very good of you. Thank you. You know your father has felt absolutely terrible for these six months while Josh was inside. He thought about turning around on the way to the detention centre but didn't want to put his job and us at risk. He believed Josh right from the start, and it has plagued him that he let his own fears get in the way of doing what he believed was right. So he offered Josh a place to stay and has found the friends Josh was at the movies with, and they have given sworn statements that that part of his story is true. Your dad has also enlisted the help of a lawyer to work Josh's case for him for free. He will be so glad to hear that you are willing to go along with Josh for now. Your father is not a bad judge of character, and I too believe that Josh is not a bad guy. I think you might find that he could become a friend, but that is not for us to say. You must decide that for yourself. All we ever asked is that you give him a chance, and that is what you are doing, so we are happy. Or at least I am happy, and I know your father will be too when he finds out."

"Where is Josh now?"

"I think he is asleep still. The kind of stress he was under today and what he has had to go through does tire you out and he needed to sleep some."

"Okay, I will go and get on with my homework then."

As Simon was heading towards his room he noticed that Josh's bedroom door was open a little bit, and he decided to see if Josh was still asleep. Pushing the door open a little more, he put his head around the door and looked towards the bed. Josh was lying on top of the bed in just a pair of boxers, and he had a very noticeable erection tenting those boxers. Josh still had not got into wearing boxers under his outer clothes, but not having anything else to sleep in and not wanting to risk sleeping naked on top of the covers, he had put his boxers on. Having seen Josh naked the other evening, Simon could imagine what his cock looked like in its aroused state, and perhaps he spent a bit too long looking, moving a little further into the doorway to get a better view. Although he felt it, he was not quick enough to catch his back pack as it slipped off his shoulder. The pack bumped into the door, pushing it a bit further open and making enough noise to wake Josh up.

Josh's eyes flew open and he immediately looked towards the door. Simon had no way of escaping detection and didn't follow his first thought to run. Instead he smiled and apologised, "Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you, but mum told me you have had a hard day, and when I saw your door a little open I thought I would check to see if you were awake and wanted to talk about it. Then this bloody bag slipped and I couldn't stop it from bashing the door."

"It's okay. I probably should have been waking up now anyway or else I won't sleep tonight." Josh pushed his hands down his sides and only then became conscious of his erection. He placed his hand over it and apologised. "Sorry. It has a mind of its own. Do you want to come in and talk?"

"If you want to talk about today, then I will listen, but I just told mum that I was going to do my homework, and I have some that I have to get done for tomorrow. I should have done it last week, but I don't really understand it so put it off. Now I am in the shit to get it done on time."

"What is it? We still had to attend classes in the Academy and maybe I have done some of it and could help you if you want."

"It's this fucking physics. I just don't get it."

"Show me. I like physics. Actually, I like most subjects."

"It's in my room. Come with me and I will show you."

"Okay, let me get rid of these and put some jeans on." Josh stood up and pulled his boxers off, once more standing naked in front of Simon, who definitely did look at what was now a semi hard-on. Josh turned to pick up his jeans off the chair where he had put them earlier, and Simon used it as an opportunity to make a quick adjustment to his school trousers without Josh seeing. Josh pulled on his jeans and then a t shirt and turned back to Simon, who was standing with his mouth open.

"Is there a fly somewhere in here?" Josh asked

"What do you mean?" Simon was genuinely confused by Josh's question.

"You were standing there with your mouth open like you were catching flies."

"Oh, um, no, um, it was nothing," Simon stammered.

"Right. Let's go then."

The two boys moved down the passage to Simon's room which Josh now entered for the first time. He looked around and noticed that there were a few posters on the wall. He recognised some of the more well-known British sports men or rather teens as the pictures were taken of the subjects when they were still in their teens. Tom Daley in his speedo turned slightly sideways gave a good view of his developed pecs, abs and budgie. Opposite him looking directly across the room at Tom was a poster of British gymnast Max Whitlock when he was about sixteen. Next to that was a poster of the Brownlee brothers in their cycle shorts and vests.

"Nice room. I like your posters. You into sports?"

"I like watching them on television and would go to watch events if I could get to them easily."

"Yeah, these guys are really good at their stuff, aren't they? I wish I had a body like these guys have."

"You do okay for someone who has been slumming it in a residential hotel."

"Thanks a lot. That doesn't say much!" Josh responded, smiling as he said it to let Simon know that he was taking it as a bit of banter and not an insult. "But best we get off these guys and look at that homework of yours."

Simon moved over to his small desk and pulled out the books for the work he had to do. "It's all this to do with lenses and focal length and refraction of light."

"Right. Let me have a look. You best sit down. You have to do the writing, and I will try to help you." Josh spent a few minutes looking at the text book, then he asked to see the homework assignment. A few minutes later he said, "Right. I know where I am now. Let's work through this a step at a time. This is something I do understand."

For the next hour the two boys worked through what Simon needed to get done, with Josh explaining things as they went along. Suddenly Simon exclaimed, "I get it now. Hey! This is cool. Thank you! I don't know why the teacher didn't explain it that way."

"It might be a bit more difficult when you have class full of people all at different levels of understanding and with different abilities to grasp things. Look at us. We took an hour to do this, but the teacher doesn't have an hour for each pupil."

"Shit. You should be a teacher. I never thought of that. What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Actually, I have thought about teaching. One of the guys who joined us in our cell couldn't read or write when he came in, and I helped him. In four months he could read and write quite well. I helped other guys in there with things they struggled with. But to be honest I really don't know what I want to do. I always thought I would become an accountant like my real dad was but I am not so sure anymore."

"What do you mean your real dad was? Is he not still an accountant?"

"No, he died when I was fourteen. But my mother had already left him by then, and I didn't get to spend much time with him. But he did teach me some bookkeeping skills."

"Shit! I'm sorry. It must be shit to lose a parent."

"Yeah, it was hard, because he was the only one I really looked up to. And today proved I was right."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not yet. It still hurts, and if I start again I am going to cry again. I don't want to do that."

"I won't tell if you do. I cry sometimes."

"Let's get off this subject. Okay, what other homework do you have? I need to keep my brain working or it will atrophy."

"Fuck the homework. I want to hear some more of what you guys did for entertainment in that place."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I have a morbid curiosity."

"Well, there isn't much to tell. Every morning we attended classes straight after breakfast, and then after lunch we either had a few hours in the library, or we were out on the sports field doing some kind of physical activity, or we were digging in the vegetable garden. After dinner we had our showers and then generally stayed in our cell blocks."

"That sounds bloody boring."

"It wasn't that bad, but it is better being out."

"What did you guys wear? Did you have your own clothes or did they give you stuff to wear?"

"When you arrived you handed over all your clothes and they took them away in a basket and then you got shaved and showered for the first time. After that you were taken to your cell block and introduced by being paraded up and down the cells for all the guys to see you. Once the officers decided you had earned them you were given a pair of orange overalls to wear and when you went outside to work in the garden or play sports you got a pair of plimsolls to wear; otherwise you were barefoot."

"So what did you wear until you got your overalls?"

"Nothing. You were naked and stayed that way, even for meals where all the cell blocks came to eat including the girls and all would see you like that. That is why it is so easy for me to be naked in front of you."

"Is that why you are going commando now?"

"Yeah. I will have to get used to them again eventually, but until you have discovered the freedom of hanging loose you don't understand how good it can feel. And when I was getting dressed again to come out I just couldn't stand having the bloody things on, so I took them off. I am using them to sleep in to try and break myself into them again. I hope that doesn't gross you out."

"No, it is kind of interesting actually."

"Simon, when you get off the phone can you see if Josh is awake? If not wake him up, as tea will be ready soon," Esther called through the door.
"Jailbird is awake; that's who I'm talking to. We will come through right away."

"Oh good. Can you two set the table then, please."

"Sure, Mrs. Silvey," Josh replied.

To be continued...
 

Posted: 08/05/16