The Old Man At The Halfway House

After my release from jail I had three months at a halfway house. I shared a room with an older man who had served ten years for embezzlement. He was forward, and overbearing. On the second night he lifted his blanket asking me to join him. I laid on my bed watching him slowly masturbate. I turned over and gave him my back.

He touched my shoulder, he was totally naked and he said he wanted to see my dick. He sat on my bed and put his hand on my shoulder to turn around. On my back he put his hand under the blanket and grabbed my dick. After a minute or two, he told me he wanted a full blowjob. Jail teaches you, but now I was going to take the exam.

A few minutes, he was bone hard, and he grabbed my underwear to pull them off. With my bare butt he laid on top of me squirling his dick in me. After a few minutes probing my soul I started responding, enjoying it. The old man got his rhythm and I went into the trance, matching his rhythm. Jail wasn't like this, the old man wanted me to want it again.

For the six weeks we shared the room I waited for him to come to my bed or ask me to go to his. After he left I got a taciturn man who had beat up his wife. All that was left for me was to pass the time waiting for the day I could leave.