The fact was, I felt happier and more secure inside the nick. But there I was, back at another halfway house, still the twink amongst men. I roomed with a guy old enough to be my dad. He'd been in and out of jail all his life, a serial criminal surviving through life. Though more relaxed than prison, it was still lights out at 10.30. We lay there in the darkness, telling our life stories. Mine seemed to be following a similar route to his. For some stupid reason, I told him about Ben. He became more excited. "Did you enjoy it?" "Not at first, but yes, as Ben said, it was the only sex I'd get, and getting fucked nightly was no big deal." "Do you miss it?" By now I knew where this was leading. I threw back my duvet and invited him over. What I hadn't known, is that it would involve kissing. He slipped in beside me. We cuddled, as much to keep warm as anything. And then it happened, we kissed. A little peck to start with, but soon it was a full on snog. I was 20 and it was the first time I'd ever kissed anyone. It was amazing, and my dick responded. For half an hour, we kissed and rubbed our bodies together. Eventually, he lay on his back and I sat on him, rocking back and forth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He lifted me up a little, and thrust up to meet me, his cock rubbing on my prostate. I produced precum for the first time. We rolled over into missionary and he upped the tempo. I took myself in hand, and we climaxed together. We slept together for the rest of the time I lived there, and enjoyed real love making.
I managed to get a job for a few weeks on a building site, fetching and carrying for the four carpenters. They were all fit as fuck and worked most of the time topless, in denim cut-offs and Doc Martens. I was caught staring too long at the crack of one of the lads while he was bent over. They grabbed me and dragged me into the half-finished building, pulled my shorts down, and took it in turns to pound me. The 'punishment' went on forever, until they had satisfied themselves. I then had to toss in front of them. From then on, lunchtime meant me getting ravaged four times over. Getting fucked every night, and four times in the day was enough for any bum.
The time at the halfway house came to an end, and I was given I little bedsit on a council estate. I spent the days wandering the streets and feeding the birds in the park. One afternoon, I was minding my own business, when a group of youths began taking the piss about my disheveled look. I've always had a short fuse, and within minutes, one had black eyes and another a fractured jaw. The others scarpered and told the Police. With my back history, I stood no chance, done for common assault, and in front of the magistrates again. Back inside for six months.
