Chapter 4: Danny Squirts Keith’s Hosepipe

“Ok then, here goes,” Danny said, “When I met you this morning, I knew right away that you had been in prison, do you know how I could tell?” “No,” said Keith sounding surprised. “Well, it wasn’t the sign over your head saying, ‘I’m an ex-con,’ Danny told him with a grin, “It wasn’t the way you walked, or the way you talked, or the way you looked, it was far simpler than that. Mr Williams told me when he asked me if I’d be willing to talk to you. You see he thought I might not want to talk to an ex-con. He told me that you were the son of a friend. He said he had known you for a long time and liked you. He told me what you did, and he said in his opinion you had been led astray by the people you were mixing with. I said that I had no objection anyway, but the fact that Mr Williams thought you were worth helping was enough for me.”

As he spoke, Danny was massaging Keith’s head and with the other hand he was alternating between stroking his cock and playing with his balls. He carried on, “Now there’s an important lesson there, Mr Williams has known you for a while and hit the nail on the head right away, you were led astray, you on your own are not someone who would deliberately set out to do a crime That is also my assessment of you.”

“You ended up in this situation because you didn’t have what it took to back away, like your friend Brian and Jenny did. Call it courage or common sense, it doesn’t matter. It was your fault not just theirs that you ended up in court.”

“Now, the experience of going to Court, the long wait, the horror of prison, they have already ensured that you won’t get into trouble again. Not just because you now have the desire not to go to prison again, but because the experience has given you some backbone. In a similar situation you would now say, no way, goodbye, then do what Brian and Jenny did, walk away. More proof of this, if it was needed is the way you handled the rape. It doesn’t matter that you had already had your friends cock up your bum, in a rape situation you don’t have any choice, you are in terror, plus you were shut up somewhere where you expected that there would be no help forthcoming, yet you handled it with great courage and with amazing strength of character.”

“Keith, before you went to prison, you were weak and far too easy going. By your own admission, you needed someone to tell you what to do, so you let people push you around. But the day you went into that prison, all that changed. You are no longer the wimp you were beforehand; you are now a fully-fledged adult with a strong character, a will of your own and a determination that will carry you through your life in whatever direction you choose to take.”

In between making pleasurable noises, Keith told him, “You’re right, it’s just when I see someone when I’m out, I feel they are looking at me and they know what I’ve done.”

Danny held his cock still and put more accentuation into massaging his head. He said, “It’s no good pretending that it’s going to be easy, everyone who knows you, friends, family, neighbours, they all know what you did and where you have been. You can’t change that so don’t waste time trying. In amongst those people, there are bound to be a few who may look down their noses at you. Don’t let that bother you, they probably have just as bad things in their past that haven’t come to light. Most of those people, people who know the true you, will have the same attitude as Mr Williams, they will think, I know Keith, he’s a nice lad, he’s never harmed me, he deserves a chance. So, with the vast majority of people you know, the attitude will be “Give the lad a chance.”

“You have to accept that and treat them as you have always done, but this time with some more confidence. Let it be that if they are going to talk about you, and of course they will, this time let them be saying, it’s done him the world of good, it’s given him much more confidence. The older ones will add, they should bring back National Service, for they know that that had the same effect on the generations of those days.”

“So, let’s think about the people who don’t know you, have never met you before and haven’t a clue where you have been. There is absolutely nothing about you, the way you look, talk, act or dress that says to anyone, this lad has been in Prison. There is no reason why you should tell anyone you meet about your past; most people will just accept you and treat you as you treat them.”

“There are of course some exceptions. Because you broke in somewhere and stole, to a stranger you are a thief. Again, there’s nothing but time will overcome that. If you go for a job that an employer needs to know if you’ve been in prison, don’t be tempted to lie. If your honest about it people will respect you. It may lose you some jobs, but no one is saying it will be easy. At least then if you do get the job, you will not spend all your time worrying in case someone tells on you. Generally, if it doesn’t matter for the job, Employers won’t ask and, in that case, you have no obligation to tell them.”

“So, initially, forget about what you want to do and look for a job where either they are not likely to ask or won’t care if you tell them. Hold the job for six months, you don’t have to like it, but it will keep you busy and give you some money to spend. You can then leave with a good reference when you find a better job.”

“Then there is the situation with girl friends or partners of any description. You don’t need to unload your past on anyone you have just met. If the relationship develops past a bit of casual sex, and you decide you’d like to make it permanent or at least long term, then is the time for a bit of honesty. Sit them down, tell them you’re getting very attached to them and you feel they should know more about you. Tell them what happened, how you got roped into it, what time you served and most important of all, tell them how much it did for you, building character and confidence. If as a result they dump you, well that will be sad, but it would have happened anyway further down the line. Accept it and move on.”

By now Danny was doing gentle massage on Keith’s head, but was holding his cock in his fingers and sliding them up and down at a steady speed. Keith’s cock had pulsed in his grip a few times and the interval between pulses had noticeably shortened.

“You have had two very rough experience,” Danny continued, “They came in two sections, The experience of going to Prison and what led up to it, Plus the experience of being Raped. If you look at the rape, you handled that strongly and confidently, and when I recognised it had happened, you had no problem letting me put my finger inside your bum to check all was well. So, in the near future, I suggest you get Brian or someone else you trust, to put their cock up your bum. That will prove to you that you are completely over any aftereffects of the rape, would you agree with that statement?”

“Yes,” came the answer right away, “It’s logical and makes good sense.” “So why can’t you apply the same principal to the rest of your experience Danny asked. You had the awful experience of going to prison, think of that as the rape. You worked your way through your sentence, think of that as being how you dealt with the rape. You came home and you came to see me where you ended up telling me every little detail that happened to you, think of that as me putting my finger up your bum. Then you listened to me telling you how you should handle things in the future. Think of that as a combination of the lovely feeling you’re experiencing now in your cock and perhaps how nice it will be to feel Brian inside you again.”

Keith smiled at him, “I’m certainly getting a lovely feeling,” He told him, “Well as it gets even nicer,” Danny said, “Concentrate on thinking I’m going from here with a new confidence, I’m as good as anybody else and I’ll show everyone I can succeed by having a long, happy and successful life.”

As he spoke, Danny increased his speed on Keith’s cock, then indicated that he should sit up. When he did so, Danny put an arm round him and pulled him close. Keith put his head on Danny’s shoulder, then Danny said in his ear, “Say I’m as good as anyone else, and keep saying it until I tell you to stop.” Danny went even faster on his cock and Keith started reciting what he had been told.

“When you’re ready to fire,” Danny told him, “Just let it go, enjoy it and make sure that as you fire you say your line as loud as you can.” Keith nodded, carrying on reciting his line as the lovely feeling between his legs started to grow to its foregone conclusion. Danny felt his body tense and his cock give that extra swell, then as he shot a great load which went up in a big arc and landed in the middle of his chest, he shouted out “I’m as good as anyone else,” at the top of his voice, then added in a normal level, “And I’ve just had the best wank I’ve had ever.” Then he hugged Danny and said, “Thank you, Danny, If I don’t succeed now, it won’t be your fault.”

Danny replied, “Thanks, I’m sure you will. Danny got up, then lay him back down to keep his juices from running off his chest whilst he fetched his clean up stuff. Keith lay there relaxed as Danny wiped the worst off, rubbed him down with a wet wipe, then dried him with a couple of paper towels. Finally, Danny picked up Keith’s now limp cock out of his nest of hairs, pulled his foreskin back and wiped his tip with a wet wipe. He enjoyed feeling the shiver that went through Keith as much as Keith did.

Danny sat on the edge of the settee and told Keith to sit up. They both put their arms around the other and Danny said, “Well Done, you have completed everything, you can get dressed in a minute and go home to a new beginning.” No, I can’t.” Keith replied. Danny was surprised, “Why not?” he asked. “There’s something important we’ve left unfinished,” Keith told him, “You said I should get Brian or someone I trust to put their cock up my bum, well whilst I was away, Brian’s parents moved down south and he went with them, so I’ve no idea if or when I’ll see him again.” “That’s awkward,” was Danny’s response, “But what about someone else you could trust?” “That’s a possibility,” Keith told him, “But there is only one person I would trust, and I know where he is.” “Where is that?” Danny asked. “Sitting here with his arms around me,” came the reply.