Juvenile Detention

By: Rick Masters
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Chapter 43
The Confession

For the first time since Josh's arrival at the Silvey home the evening meal was eaten with light-hearted banter and ordinary social conversation. Simon even seemed to be showing his parents more respect than he had for the past year. Both adults breathed internal sighs of relief and hoped the situation would continue to improve.

After the meal the four of them were sitting in the family room when Josh asked if any of them knew of anywhere that was looking for part time workers.

"What do you want to work for?" Simon asked.

"I have no money and I can't get any from my mother, so I have to work to get some money."

"I know you will not take charity, but I have got some money in savings, and I can lend it to you until you get your compensation pay out if you would like," Karl offered.

"Thank you. That is a kind offer, but at this stage any compensation is not guaranteed. We still have to go through the hearings that will declare me to have been innocent and I still have some doubts. There might still be another misjudgement made in order to cover up the weakness in the judges that have been appointed."

"Well, then you can pay me back when you get a job after you have finished your schooling. I don't mind waiting a bit for it," Karl suggested.

"No, I would not feel right. I just need to get a job at a café or something where I can work some hours to get some spending money."

"Well, go and register at the job centre or employment agencies and see if anything comes up," Esther advised.

"But you will still need some money until you find a job and your first pay comes through. So let me lend you a little bit, and we can work out when you pay it back once you are working and know how much you will be earning. After all, you might need to catch a bus to get to work and will need money for that at least," Karl insisted.

"Thank you. That would be nice. Do you have a part time job, Simon?"

"No. Never really thought about it. I get some pocket money and make that do. But now that you have mentioned it, maybe a bit extra would be nice to have. Maybe we can go looking together."

"I would like that. What time do you get off school tomorrow? Maybe we go and see the agencies then."

"Sorry. Tomorrow I have music after school. Tell you what. You go by yourself tomorrow, because you can't wait till next week before you start looking, and I will try later on. At least then you will be a bit ahead of me, and I won't be preventing you from getting a job."

"Music? What instrument do you play?"

"I sing. I don't play any instrument, although I would like to try the piano, but at the moment I don't have time for both. Why don't we go to my room and start looking on the net at where the agencies in town are so that you know where to go tomorrow."

"Will you excuse us please, Karl?"

"Yes, of course. Don't stay up too late, Simon. You still have school in the morning."

The two teens got up and left the room. As they got into Simon's room he closed the door and moved over to fire up the laptop sitting on his desk.

"You have two very nice parents. I am glad for you."

"They are just the same as other parents. They ground me when I do something wrong and load me with a slave's level of chores to do around the house and garden and say it is because we are a family and we do it all for love."

"Believe me, your parents are better than many others. One of the girls who is in the Academy was held down by her mother while her father fucked her and then they both held her down while their friends fucked her. She has never had underwear in her life and only got sanitary wear when she was arrested for murdering them. The boy I helped to learn to read and write had never been sent to school because his parents couldn't be bothered. My mother let me go and serve six months in jail and did not even try to contact me or help me. Then she tells me not to be rude to her when she saw me in town today. Does that help you to see what you've got in your parents? I would be delighted to call them mum and dad."

"Shit! You have got a way of making a person feel shit."

"Sorry. That was not my intention. So come on, let's hear this voice of yours."

"What a beautiful noise Comin' up from the street It's got a beautiful sound It's got a beautiful beat

It's a beautiful noise Goin' on ev'rywhere Like the clickety-clack Of a train on a track It's got rhythm to spare"
Simon just burst into song and stunned Josh, because if he had not been looking he would have thought that he was listening to a CD by Neil Diamond himself. Although when he talked it did not come through, in his singing he had the same gravelly voice.

"Bloody hell. That is fantastic. How come you are not out there doing impersonations of him and making a fortune?" Josh praised Simon.

"I am going to be singing in a concert soon. Would you like to come along? I'll ask mum to try and get another ticket for you."

"I would love to. Please don't not sing at home because of me. I haven't heard you singing at all until now."

"Right, let's start looking for employment agencies. While we are looking you can tell me some more about being in jail and naked in front of all those guys and girls."

"Well, you weren't allowed to cover up, so you got used to being looked at by others pretty quick, and then it didn't really bother you. I got my overalls pretty quick, but there was one guy from another cell block who spent more time in solitary than in the cell block, and he had been there for something like nine months and still had not got any overalls. He had been naked all that time and acted as if he did not even realise it."

"What about when you got a hard-on?"

"Anyone looking saw it. Sometimes they would make fun of you, sometimes they would ignore it, and sometimes they would help you get relief."

"What do you mean? They would jerk you or something?"

"Okay, you have got to promise me that what I am about to tell you will go nowhere else. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I'm good at keeping secrets."

Josh began to explain the way a new inmate was placed with the cell block leader and became his toy, and how it worked whether you were straight or gay. He also explained how after that guys would often just wank each other or more, and there were very few in the cell block who remained solo. Josh did not talk about the officers getting in with some of the boys, though, as he did not want to put any of those officers at risk. He felt no animosity towards any of the people there who had taken advantage of his naivety and he also did not mention his relationship with Sam. He thought that could come out later if there was a need or reason to reveal it.

"So, what about you? How much did you have to do?"

"This is still under the secrecy promise. My first night there I was in the cell with the cell leader and his deputy. I was naked and had nowhere to hide. I tried to protest against it but they would have none of it and told me that if I co-operated they would protect me from the rest of the cell block but if I didn't do what they wanted they would let the others do what they wanted and assured me that each and every one of the rest of the inmates would have me one after the other in the shower that night. So I did what I thought I needed to do to survive and let them do what they wanted. I got spit-roasted that first night. But at least they were gentle with it and made sure my butt got stretched and they used a lot of spit to lube me so it wouldn't hurt as much."

"Spit-roasting? What's that?"

"That's when you have a guy fucking your arse while another guy is fucking your mouth at the same time and it looks like you are on a spit to be roasted like a pig or sheep or something."

"Fucking hell" What's that like?"

"It started off a bit painful at first but then your butt gets used to being stretched around the cock and as that cock slides over your prostate it makes you feel bloody good. It can make you cum without your cock being touched at all. Of course you have to sit on the loo for a bit after to let the cum leak out because your hole doesn't close so tight for a short while after. That first time was not as pleasurable as other times after that when I knew what was coming and was more used to being fucked at both ends."

"And after that?"

"They lived up to their word and would not let any of the others in the cell block even touch me without their permission. They taught me to suck cocks but also sucked mine for me and allowed me to fuck them. They were very fair, and when Sam was brought into the cell block they let me be the one to break him in."

"So, are you actually gay? Because it sounds like you enjoyed it."

"I have never had any intimacy with a girl, so I honestly don't know absolutely, but I am reasonably sure that I am gay or at least bi. Naked girls still appeal to me. Is that going to be a problem for you?"

"No, I don't think so. Do you like giving blow jobs or wanking someone else?"

"I like it more when I like the person I am doing it to. I think I would be very choosey who I give a bj to now that I am out of the Academy. A hand job is not so bad because it can be fairly mechanical, but then of course the guy getting it does not do so well out of it either. But I think now I would really have to like the guy before going down on him."

"Spit or swallow?"

"Mostly swallow, because I will be getting it from a guy I like. Doesn't taste too bad either, although I have only tasted it flavoured by prison food. Maybe some of the other foods might make it taste bad, but I doubt it would be bad enough to worry about it."

"You've been out for three days now. Is that the longest you have gone without giving a bj or getting one since you went in?"

"No. When I was attacked I had some time in hospital and in the infirmary at the Academy and I think I had about a four day gap then, but that was it. Why all the questions? You surely are not that interested in me and my welfare."

"Are you good at keeping secrets too?"

"I think so. I have not had to keep secrets much until I got put inside. But now I know some things that I can never talk about to anyone. So I will keep your secret if that is what you want."

"I think I'm gay, and it's pulling my life apart." Simon blurted the words out almost as if he was afraid if he didn't get them out fast enough they would forever stick in his mouth and he would never be able to talk about it to anyone.

"What do you mean you think? Have you had any experience or done something, or is just because of the way you feel?"

"I don't find girls alluring in that way but I do find guys pull on my cock strings. When I see a guy in a speedo with his bulge clearly outlined I spring a woody and when I jerk off it is guy fantasies that make the better orgasms."

"Would I be right in guessing that you have had no sexual contact with either girls or guys and apart from me no one else knows you feel like this?"

"I have a good friend who might suspect, but we have never even been naked together. I keep hoping he will make some move to show he wants to go further, because I think he does, but like me he is too scared to say anything."

"Well, maybe you need to bite the bullet and make the first move then. Or maybe you need to find someone else who you can try yourself out on, to see if that really is the way you want to go, before risking a good friendship."

"I like that idea a bit more, but how do I find someone to try it out with? I know I could ask you, but I think it would be unfair on both of us, because we don't know each other well enough yet. Or do we?"

"No, we don't yet. Besides, I have a boyfriend who will be out fairly soon, and we hope to be able to get together. I wouldn't want to cheat on him."

"Is this the guy you taught to read and write?"

"Yeah. His name is Sam, and we just clicked from the moment we met. He is the reason that I think I'm more gay than bi."

"That's cool. Will I get to meet him when he gets out?"

"I guess it's a possibility. I might not be living with you guys by then and might move to his home town. I just don't know."

"Josh, there is something else. I was really shit to you the first day you were here, and then you just started to do my chore for me. That made me stop and think a bit. I am really sorry for being so bad. Do you think we could try being friends?"

"I think we are already trying. And being pretty successful at it."

"And what if I call you Jailbird, instead of Josh."

"I'll go with it, but then you might not get me as a friend. I want to try and put this behind me once I have cleared my name and being reminded of it by someone I hope will be my friend might just screw things up."

"Simon, Josh, it is getting late, and Simon, you have school in the morning," Karl called through the closed door after knocking on it.

"Shit! We have not looked for employment agencies yet. Sorry,"

"It's okay. I can look tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will leave my laptop out, and I'll write my login on a note underneath it for you. Then you can come in here tomorrow and look before going off to town."

"Thank you, Simon. Good night."

"Good night, Josh. Thank you for talking to me."

"I enjoyed it."

To be continued...
 

Posted: 08/12/16