He lay on the hard stone floor for a moment, taking everything in: the aches and pains, the warmth of Paul’s body behind him and the comforting sensation of Paul’s muscular arm draped over his waist; the smell of human filth and of body odours that rose up from the sleeping masses and the sound of snoring and of low mumbles; and the cold hard floor, the cold air, and the cold metal bars that kept them penned in like animals at the zoo.
He closed his eyes again, blocking out all the unpleasantness, and focused on the rhythm of Paul’s breathing and on the curve of his new friend’s body against his. There was something comforting about the touch of a stranger, of this unexpected closeness in a foreign and hostile world. It was no surprise to find his c**k was straining against the fabric of
