1. Would you ever think that a high security psych ward would have conjugal visits? Neither did I. But well, I kind of ended up in one of those high security psych wards. Heh, kind of a funny story actually. Well maybe less funny more tragic. But I still think that it’s pretty damn hilarious. Maybe that’s why I’m in here in the first place. Anyway it all started my senior year of high school. It was normal, people had problems, girlfriends, boyfriends, the whole deal. I was involved with one boy who basically put me here and I didn’t even know that he was capable of something like that. We started like any normal couple, going to dinner, the movies, going back to each other’s houses and sleeping over. Well quite a few times sleeping over kind of led to other things that happened. Oh did I forget to mention that we were a gay couple. Out parents had no idea they just thought that we were good friends, and when everything was said and done that’s what we kind of wanted to be like. But of course the urges that every teenager faces were staring at us both in the face and well we were so close we decided to satisfy those urges with one another. At first it was the simple things, and no I’m not talking about kissing. In all actuality kissing was one of the last things that we ever did before I ended up in this damned padded cell with a piece of paper and a dull crayon trying to write this. But he would watch me as I would pleasure myself. I would watch him. It moved into us doing it to each other, hands at first. It escalated to using our mouths and then we started to really get into other things. We were young and didn’t really know much better. The weekends were the best. My parents always worked and they never cared if he came over. Oh the fun we had. The first night was very awkward to say the least. It was right after we started doing things. He came over and we were both in a slight haze of what to do. We just decided to watch some movies and play a few video games like just a couple of normal boys. Both of us were too nervous to really even bring anything up about what we could be doing. Once my parents got home we went up to my room to get away from the chatter about work. I really couldn’t stand listening to my parents go on and on about how much their jobs both sucked and the shit that had to go through. Once up in my room I closed the door and turned on the TV. “So why haven’t you said anything about what we’ve been doing, are you ashamed of it?” He questioned me. I really didn’t know what to say I opened my mouth to try and tell him that I wasn’t ashamed of it at all and I was just nervous but nothing came out. I hung my head and shook it slightly from side to side and he took a step towards me. “Good.”