Date: Sun, 06 Mar 2016 18:37:32 +0000
From: Reickard Masters <succme@zoho.com>
Subject: Juvenile Detention 22

JUVENILE DETENTION

Chapter 22 – The Shower

Getting back to the infirmary after the evening meal, Officer Simon, the
medic on duty, showed them into the room where Josh's bed was and
encouraged Josh to sit down on the bed.

"Once he has rested a bit you two need to help him to have a proper shower,
but you must be careful not to get his plaster wet.  We are giving you two
the chance here where I can watch and give advice before we let Mr. Tolmers
go back to the cell block, because he will still need help to shower there
for a week or possibly more. They will decide when he visits the hospital
next week if he can have the plaster removed. But even after that he will
still have a dressing on the wound that would best be kept dry."

"Oh yes! We get to wash your body again. Shit, we have only done it once
and we have missed doing it again." Andy spoke out, unashamed of being
openly gay.

"Yes, I kind of gathered as much after your visit last night. Oh, you might
want to take care of that need again tonight," Officer Simon said
smiling. Officer Simon was one of the few straight officers at the Academy,
but he was not going to cause any problems over the gay activity that
seemed to flourish in the place, as he believed it was one of the things
that kept the inmates in a better state of mind and less likely to begin
fights or do some other sort of damage to body or building.

"Okay, so how do we go about keeping this plaster cast dry in a shower?"
Chris asked.

"It is not going to be easy. One of you is going to have to hold his arm up
and make sure it stays outside of the cone of the shower spray while the
other uses a wash cloth and soaps him up and then you might be able to
change around to rest the holder's arms to get the soap washed off
again. You will also have to help dry him as it is very difficult to dry
your own body when you only have one hand to use."

"Okay, I know which bit I will be doing," Chris responded fully expecting
Andy to pull rank on him.

"Maybe not. If Officer Simon has a coin we can toss for who does what this
first time, and then after that we swap roles each time." Andy
suggested. "However, heads I win; tails you lose. And if it stands on edge
..."

"Yeah, I thought it was too good to be true." But Chris was smiling because
he knew that Andy was only joking with the last part.

Simon dug in his pocket and pulled out a fifty pence coin. "When I flick
it, you make your call and be sure to make it before I catch the coin."

Simon flicked the coin to set it spinning as it went straight up in the air
and then arched slightly before beginning to fall.

"Heads."

Simon caught the coin and slapped it down on the back of the hand he had
not used to catch it. Holding his hands out so that both Andy and Chris
could see, he lifted his hand and revealed that Andy's call had been
successful.

"Heads it is. Your call, Andy," Chris conceded defeat.

"Or maybe I make the call," Josh said from where he was still sitting on
the bed.

"We may not be in the cell block itself, but we are still part of the same
cell block and there are certain people who have earned the right to some
privileges and one of those is certain decision making. Or had you
forgotten that?" Josh was reminded of his place in the pecking order.

"Shit, even the war wounded don't get sympathy in this place," Josh teased.

"And if a certain war wounded doesn't shut his gob he might get even less,"
Andy countered.

"Right, I think he has had long enough to rest now. I would suggest that
both of you get naked too, or you will probably be going back to your dorm
soaking wet." Simon interrupted the banter even though he had enjoyed
watching the camaraderie amongst these three and marveled at how quickly
Josh had won the other two over to his side.

"Right, let's strip him first so we can enjoy looking at his body while we
get ready." Andy took the lead.

The two older teens approached Josh and helped him to stand up, even though
he did not really need the help. It was quick work undoing the buttons and
then pulling the overalls off his shoulders. From there gravity did most of
the work, leaving the overalls concertinaed up at his ankles. Chris bent
down in front of him and helped to take the overalls off the feet one at a
time. Josh was helped to sit down again while the two aides stripped off
themselves. Clearly they were not shy about being naked in front of anyone
anymore.

The three naked boys moved to the end of the room where there was a swing
door that led into the ablution area. A cubicle hid the toilet bowl from
onlookers unless you were standing right next to the half door at the front
of the cubicle and could look over the top. Next to that cubicle was the
equivalent of a wet floor shower.  This was the destination for the trio,
with Officer Simon standing near the door to give advice and direction. If
the three boys had been brave enough they could have splashed Simon. Had
they done so they would have learned he will take things like that in the
humour they are offered and not take any real action against them. But the
three boys did not know that, so they refrained from risking further
trouble by splashing him.

"I suggest you turn the shower on, then Jones, you hold Tolmers' arm up and
as out as you can get it and the three of you move under the shower until
the spray is nearly at the plaster. Also hold the arm up so that water will
not run down the arm inside the plaster. Then Seymour, you start to wash
him," Officer Simon instructed from his position of relative safety.

It did not take a lot of washing before Josh had been encouraged to sport a
boner and the two others were not far behind. For Chris it was being able
to watch as he held Josh's arm in an elevated position knowing that the
next time, possibly the next day, it would be him making sure Josh was hard
and clean.

Noticing that both Chris and Andy got hard pretty quickly, Simon asked,
"Tell me, are all three of you gay?"

"Chris and I are, but the jury is still out on Josh here," Andy answered.

After they had finished the shower, Andy used the wash cloth to clean the
hand at the other end of the plaster cast and asked Josh if he wanted his
overall back on.

"No thanks. I will be in bed soon and I don't intend to sleep in it." Josh
sat down on the bed, his boner still pointing towards the ceiling.

Chris and Andy were pulling on their overalls when Chris noticed that Josh
was still hard. "You want us to take care of that for you or do you intend
to help yourself after we are gone?"

"I would like you to do it for me, but I feel guilty because I am not able
to return the favour yet."

"We've got nearly six months in which you can return the favour many times
over." Chris knelt in front of Josh; sucked his cock into his mouth and
began bobbing on it, taking him all the way by the fourth or fifth
plunge. Bringing his hand up he began to fondle Josh's balls and tug on his
scrotum to force Josh's cock down onto his tongue.  Andy moved in closer
and began to play with Josh's nipples, teasing and squeezing them, rolling
them between thumb and forefinger and occasionally giving them a gentle
tug.

Josh's head rolled back and his eyes closed as he groaned in ecstasy. He
gave no warning, knowing that he did not need to, because Chris would be
able to tell from the tension in Josh's body and his balls pulling up into
their sack that he was close. Besides which, Josh knew that any warning
would not be heeded as Chris had no intention of losing any of the spunk
that Josh produced. With a final groan caused both by intense feelings and
a stab of pain when he thrust his hips upward, Josh began to feed his sperm
directly into Chris's throat and mouth. From the shaping in Chris and
Andy's overalls they too would have something to take care of back in their
cell block.

Once Josh had been serviced and it was clear from his deflating cock still
on view through the window from the medic's station, Officer Simon sent
Andy and Chris back to their cell block, reminding them that if they
stopped on the way they would possibly be heading straight for the
cooler. Then as there was still some time left before lights out and he was
both bored and curious, he entered the room to have a chat with Josh.

"Joshua, I am a little curious and being straight myself I was wondering
why the guys said the jury was still out on you? You don't have to answer
my questions if you don't want to. This is strictly private between you and
me. Forget for the moment that I am an officer here."

"You know before I came here I never thought that I would be able to talk
about these things with anyone and I still would have some reservations
with some of those on the outside. But in here it is different. Officer
Steven, you, Mister Succum and the two officers in the education unit,
... um ... oh yes, Officer George and Officer Edward, have actually shown
an interest in me for who I am. And you guys have also believed me, and
this makes it easier to talk about things. Then Chris and Andy, who as far
as those on the outside are concerned are just bastards that should be
locked up and the key thrown away, have shown me kindness and understanding
and helped me to cope inside here. And you know what? It is good to talk
about these things. So to answer your question, the jury is still out
because I don't know. Before I came in here I had only had experience with
my own hand. I like girls but have not actually dated one. When I jerk my
fantasies involve guys as much as girls and guess what? The fantasies
involving guys were so far out. What Chris and Andy have taught me before I
ended up in hospital and here is way beyond what I imagined. But I still
think I want to try the real thing with a girl first before deciding which
way the pendulum will swing."

"I see. Yes, I think I can understand that. Certainly I have to agree that
the fantasy before the real thing is not very accurate, even after reading
and watching porn on it. I guess I was fortunate in one respect, that my
fantasies were always along the straight and narrow and what would happen
after I got married.  Not many people know this, but I think it might help
you in some strange way. I was still a virgin when I got married. My lovely
wife also was a virgin and we have learnt with each other. Yes, we had both
read and watched different porn, but like you said, it is nothing like the
real thing. How old are you Joshua?"

"Please call me Josh. Joshua is for the formal people who don't really like
me and are trying to be polite. I'm sixteen now and will turn seventeen a
little bit after I get out of here. So you never even tried anything with
another guy then?"

"No. There has never been that desire at all. Not even to look at other
guys except right at the beginning of puberty to compare. But never to get
turned on or anything. I mean I know when a guy is good looking and all,
but it never attracts me to the guy. But that doesn't stop me having needs
and so of course I jerked off a lot. Still do sometimes.  You seem to be a
level headed guy who is more mature than most sixteen year olds, yet your
family abandoned you. Those two things just don't add up to me."

"My real dad died shortly after my mum started having an affair with the
guy she now calls my dad. I think he had a broken heart. I live for my real
dad and try to do things the way he showed me."

"Shit, I'm sorry. One thing is that you are a good ambassador for your real
dad if he has had this sort of influence on you at this stage of your
life. I think I would have been honoured to have known him." Simon put his
arm around Josh's shoulders as he saw the eyes tearing up.

"Have you cried properly for your dad?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, us guys all tend to think that we have to put a brave face on
everything and we don't let our emotion out. I lost my little baby boy two
years ago, and the counsellor got me to cry as part of the process of
recovery and explained to me that we go through several stages when we lose
someone who is very close and dear to us. And one of those stages is
genuine heartfelt physical grief. Or in his terms, bawling your eyes
out. My wife and I sobbed and sobbed for several days and although there is
still strong pain at his memory we can now talk about our little boy and
enjoy the good memories we have him. You clearly loved your father very
much; I can see that in what you do and say. How your voice changes when
you speak of him. Josh, you need to cry."

"I cried at the funeral."

"Did you cry or did you weep? There is a difference. Weeping doesn't let
the sorrow out. How long ago did your dad die?"

"About two years now. And it still hurts so bad."

Simon still had his arm around Josh's shoulders. He pulled him in for a
tighter squeeze. "I know, and I don't think the pain ever goes completely
because you can't put an end to true love. But believe me; it does help to
let the grief out. It helps because it allows you to admit to yourself that
you are hurting deep inside where no doctor can reach with his
medicine. Did you not get any counselling at all?"

"No, he said that big boys have to be strong and that's all."

"He being the guy your mum is with now?"

"Yeah the one who doesn't want me around."

"Well, he is an arsehole who doesn't know anything. I am going to recommend
that you be given some grief counselling. Of course it is still your
choice, but I think you would benefit from it."

"He will never cough up the money for it and he will not let mum pay for it
either. So it is a bit of a non-starter."

"Far from it. He, and even your mum, don't have to know about it, let alone
pay for it. If I recommend it from here, you will be assessed by a
counsellor, and then if they think it is something you need in your
`rehabilitation' they will give you the counselling. The state will pay for
it."

"What will the counsellor do? Will he just make me cry or something?"

"No. I hope you will cry before we even get there. The counsellor will talk
through things with you. Your emotions. How you feel about yourself, your
mother, your brothers and sisters if you have any, your friends and your
stepfather. He will try to get you to look into yourself and pull out all
the things that are hurting you that you can do something about so that the
hurts you can't do something about are all that are left. It sounds a bit
weird and crazy, Josh, but it works."

"And you really think it will help?"

"I am sure it will. But it is still your choice. If you think of anything
more you want to ask later, just ask. I don't know that I can answer all
your questions, but I will do my best."

"Why? Why will you do that for me? You hardly know me and really my being
in here has got to be a pain for you. You could be lying back snoozing now,
waiting to see if anyone is going to need your help, instead of having to
look after me."

"Why? Because you are worth it. Josh, you are unlike any of the guys we
normally get in here. There is something in you that is going to make a
difference in this place and I believe possibly in this world. I like you
because you think about others first instead of yourself. Look at you,
banged up here unjustly. Hurt and made to do things you had never thought
of doing. And are you angry? Do you blame any of us? No! Just about every
other inmate and a good number of the officers would be looking for some
way of getting revenge. They would be bitter and have hatred burning away
inside them. But you want justice and that is the difference. You have a
resolve to do what it takes rather than do what makes you feel better
temporarily. Josh, that's why!"

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything. So why don't you tell me a bit about your
father. What he used to do with you. What he taught you."

Josh lowered his head and was silent for a few moments and then he began to
talk. At first he was a little hesitant, but soon he was talking
animatedly, his face flushed with the pride he felt in his late father. He
talked about going for walks and the two of them squatting down to look at
a caterpillar eating a leaf. About going fishing and when the fish were not
biting the two of them skinny dipping in the river instead, his dad
explaining that they had to swim naked or his mum would give him what for
over the wet and dirty clothes. As he talked he saw that Simon was not only
listening, he was smiling and clearly enjoying what he was hearing. Without
realising it he talked his way round to his mum walking out on his dad and
taking him with, but his dad coming to see him every day and taking him
somewhere most weekends until just a few weeks before he died when he got
too sick to drive and his mum or her boyfriend would not take him across
town to see his dad. And as he explained that his dad had been dead for
nearly a week before his mum even told him, Josh burst into tears and began
to cry for his father in a way he had never cried before. Simon put his
other arm around Josh and pulled the naked boy into his chest to bury his
head in the hollow of his neck and shoulder. Simon held Josh like that as
his body shook with wrack after wrack of heart wrenching sobs.

No one timed how long he cried. No one was there to worry about it. Simon
just held him and let him cry for as long as he needed and then very gently
guided him to lie down on his bed and, pulling the covers up over Josh, he
put his hand on Josh's head and said, "I think you will find you will feel
better in the morning. Right now, I think you need some sleep. Good night
my friend."



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