Written by: John Galaor johngalaor@aol.com
Category: adult gay black white sex, interracial, anal intercourse.
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This is like a fantasia of a lounge traveler mind. Any likeness with real characters or places is a pure coincidence.
Memories from a night in jail
First Part
A long, long, time ago, I had fled the Spanish army and ran out to Tangier. Later, I was caught in Tangier by the Moroccan police and sent in two days to Casablanca.
I was put in a jail with other five Spaniards held there awaiting to be released in two or three weeks. After this time, they let me to get out, after declaring to a judge I was a deserter of Franco's dictatorship.
The jail was a small room 12 by 12 feet large. In a corner , the jail had a small hole on the floor to solve the physiological needs. It was on the right corner of the jail as you entered. I went there to pee and it was giving off nasty fumes of methane and ammonia. On the ceiling was a hole, 8 by 8 inches, for ventilation. It was a bless to have such a hole up there.
When I arrived, we were about eight or nine people in the jail. Most of them were Spanish.
The walls were painted in a dark gray color and as I was laying on the floor for hours, I noticed of some dark spots up in the ceiling.
"What are those spots?" I asked the guy next to me.
"They represent the cities of Morocco."
He said pointing with his finger to the ceiling.
"What?"
"You see? This bigger spot there is Rabat. This other is Meknes, your see? And this is Tangier, the other one is Casablanca. It's like a map of Morocco."
He was kidding me.
"No, man. What are... those spots?"
"They are colonies."
"Colonies of what?"
"Colonies of bedbugs. During the night they parachute down to suck our blood."
I was impressed thinking of all those paratroopers falling from the sky to feed on us.
I had not any experience of being in a jail, so one of the Spanish guys told me,
"You know? Today you'll see this place full of people."
"What?"
"This jail would be so crowded, that we would be like sardines in a can."
"Your are joking!"
"We will be so many, that our bodies would be stuck to the guys laying at each side or us."
"Eh?"
"So, this night, don't be surprised if... you feel a hard dick stuck in your ass."
"You're kidding! Why would be here so many people?"
"Because it's Friday."
"What's so special in a Friday?"
"It's the Muslim Holiday."
"And then..."
"So many people get caught drinking wine or beer,. Then they are put in this jail, till Saturday morning."
So, this day was a Friday. I had nothing else to do so, I was in a way eager to see all the flock of people coming into this jail. I never had been in a crowded condition and I was like excited thinking of it. How it would be the experience of being stuck to each other, sweating, with a lot heat?
At midmorning, they gave us a piece of bread for the day. It was a little acid and rather hard to swallow. But we were able to chew it and gulp it down with the help of water.
"Ateni el elma," One Spaniard said calling for the small window in the door.
After some twenty seconds, the guard opened the small window of the iron plated door, and gave him a can about a pint, full of water.
We were passing the can from to mouth to drink water and eat the hard bread.
In ten or fifteen minutes, the can of water was empty.
"Ateni el elma" Another Spaniard said asking for water.
This was the first phrase I learned in Moroccan. So the guard took the empty can and returned it full of water.
It was trhee or four hours past noon when the first people were thrown in the jail .
"These guys were caught after the `asr' prayer," Said the Spanish guy who seemed to know a lot about these matters.
It was about in mid afternoon when a young black entered. For his look, I supposed he was not a Moroccan but an immigrant from Senegal or other place.
I was chatting with the bunch of Spaniards, when the young black entered.
He looked around a little like checking the place. He must be a year or two older than me and he had a yummy chocolate skin. I deserted of my chatting with the Spaniards to looked briefly at the handsome black man. He was wearing a shabby shirt, mostly bare thread, with no sleeves. The shirt had only one or two buttons, so he was showing most of his chest and belly. His arms looked strong. Then I observed the face of the black for a while. His eyes were showing like a sort of sparkling. I was hypnotized by his eyes; just for ten seconds or more. I turned off my glance to conceal my interest for him to the Spanish guys.
A moment later, when I looked at him again, a bean of sun light was coming from the outside yard. The beam lighted for a moment the chocolate face of the black boy. He had like a sheen on his face that looked as the gloss in hot chocolate. I watched him from five to six seconds with a faint smile. He returned the smile at me. I turned my attention to the Spanish people thinking "how beautiful is this black!"
It was nearly the end of the afternoon. The place was becoming hotter. So, I did like the Spanish guys and took my shirt off.
A little later, I looked again at the young black. He seemed full of... manliness essence; whatever it mean. He had some fleeting glints of light in his chocolate skin as he moved his face to look at me.
I was watching for a few seconds the silky look of his skin. It was like... it looked like... a fine sleek fabric; the best of the natural world. Or, in other words, his skin had a chocolate sparkling color. Pretty yummy.
I think my mouth was drooling. Then, I turned my face toward the Spanish guys to stop my drooling.
I was living in a country where there was not blacks. You only could watch blacks in the movies, as in Tarzan and the Queen of Africa. I was a small kid when I wachted Tarzan. There were also movies of white hunters in Africa with plenty of black people, like "The Mines of King Solomon" and others. But I never met a black boy in real life till this day.
After half an hour, more were thrown into the jail. They were pushed in by the jailer and they stumbled over the bodies of the Spanish guys that folded their legs to let them enter. So, the jail was already a little too crowded.
So far, I was doing my best to hide my interest for the black boy. The Spanish people do not seemed to have not noticed anything of interest between me and the black boy.
So, a little later, I turned again to watch him and I though `what an amazing stud he is.' Then, he looked back at me. He flanced at my eyes for a few seconds.
I presume he was a little fascinated with my clear blue eyes. Blue eyes had to be rare in his country. He could also be pleased with my white skin. I was shirtless and my chest and belly were quite white. For I was living in the northern lands, full of fogs and cloudy weather. I had only a ruddy shade on my arms, face and neck. I was a little tanned there because my drilling in the army.
Then, his hand reached my head and tousled my dark blond hair. He watched me with a loving smile and turned his glance away to hide his interest in me.
I was mesmerized by the black man. So, I was glancing at him discreetly now and then. The young black was aware of my frequent checking on him. So, we both were living in a world of concealment. We could not look at each other freely and let everybody know of our mutual glancing.
There was a moment I asked the black man, "comment tu t'appelles?" But he did not speak any French. So, I could not get his name.
More people were being thrown into the jail. Those already in were making new room by moving closer to each other. The Spaniards lined up mostly near the door. This was the best place. For under the door was a gap of nearly two inches and some fresh air was entering from the yard outside. Then, I dragged my ass to get closer to last of the Spanish guys; then, fearing the black boy would end laying away from me, I called to him saying, "Hey!". He looked at me.
I made a sign with my hand as telling him, "come on closer".
He was a little confused, then I tapped on the floor at my side with the palm of my hand like I was telling, "Sit here; next to me."
The young black dragged his ass on the floor to sit by my side.
As he moved, I saw he had a can with him. The can had a wire handle, and he showed it to me. It seemed he was offering me some of the content of the can. I looked inside and it had some thing like stewed meat. It smelled a little bit of rot.
He said something that would mean, "do you want?"
I nodded my head saying yes. He entered his hand in the can and began to feed me small pieces of meat. I ate them from his hand. I even dared to suck a few times the tip of his fingers. He smiled when I sucked. We were interchanging furtive glances to each other from time to time, while feigning interest in other people's chat. He was attending a chit-chat of some Moroccans and I was paying attention to the chat of the Spanish guys.
Time passed fast. More and more people were thrown into the jail.
Late in the evening the jail was very crowded. To make room for so many people, we were laying in ordered lines on the floor, very close to each other. So, I was laying between a Spaniard and the young black man. Then, I did like everybody else. I took off my trousers and rolled them in a bundle to make a small pillow. The black boy did the same, and he was now wearing a large gray underwear of a very thin fabric. I was fascinated for a second or two watching, then turned off my glance.
Now it was dark outside in the yard, and the jail was lighted by a miserable light bulb.
We were laying on our sides to avoid most of the heat. All the people laying on the floor was producing a lot of heat. I was for a time facing the black guy. Our faces were very close. I felt the scent of the air he was exhaling at breathing. I liked his face. He was very beautiful. He had sweet eyes and a nice flat nose. But most of all, I was in love with his thick lips. I felt the urge to suck those lips in my mouth, to absorb all the male essence that was filling his lungs. But I could not enjoy the beauty of his color any more, for the jail was now dimly lighted with by an electric bulb of twenty five candles.
I entertained myself enjoying the scent of his body. He had a very sweet manly odor. I do not know if any of you had ever sensed the sweet scent of a strong manly boy. I recalled a strong friend I had in my country. He smelled like this black boy. I inhaled deeply to get most of his scent in my lungs. I felt like a shivering that lasted a second or two. Then I was like inebriated. In the dark, we touched our noses lightly. I wanted to kiss him, but I did not dare, for the faint electric light was still illuminating the jail. Someone could stand up to pee and could watched us kissing. This would be scandalous and would cause a great fuss.
About 10 in the evening, the faint electric light was switched off. Then, me and the black buck were facing each other. I approached my face to his. Then I extended my lips forward to meet his. I touched his lips lightly. I did not dare to go any farther. We were touching like this for ten seconds. Then I slipped out my tongue to touch his lips. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth. I let him explore my mouth for ten or more seconds. It was very exciting. He sucked my lips into his mouth for a while. And I loved the way he was sucking me. After a while he stopped the kissing. Then, I dare to suck his thick lips into my mouth. It was a wonderful experience to feel the thick lips in my mouth. It was like a dream bliss or something. I was for some seconds sucking those lips. I could not believe it. Then I stopped and let them free. He did not continue with the kissing. It seemed that this chapter of kissing was finished. Then, as nothing more happened, I turned on my body to offer him my rear.
I wanted to have the young black doing something on my rear. I bent my waist a little to jutted out my ass and meet his crotch. I hoped this position could inspire him of something. I waited like.. some ten seconds or more. I waited like thirty seconds ro a minute but nothing occurred. Then, I sent my left hand back to explore. The tip of my fingers were feeling the thin fabric of his underwear. Then my fingers found the bulge. It looked like it had a large dick behind the cloth. I was amazed by its size. I never had seen or felt, anything this large in my fingers. Well, it is not that I had experience at feeling dicks. I had none, except for casual glances at people's dicks while peeing. Now, I was very excited feeling the black man had such a large dick. Then, I dared to enter my hand in his underpants. I first met the crisp pubic hairs. I loved the feeling of them. They were so... manly. My pubes, on the contrary, were silky and feminine. But his pubes were like crisp kinky wires. Then my hand continued its exploration and I felt the size of the member. I was caressing the silky skin of his dick with the tip of my fingers. Then it seemed that it was stirring, growing bigger and thicker. Then, the black boy pulled down his underpants and put my hand in his member . I wrapped my fingers around it. This was a wonderful feeling. I was for a time appraising the stunning girth it had. Then, I felt the thick head. I was amazed feeling the knot head in my fingers, and seemed it was thicker.
I pulled down my underwear and he put the member between my thighs. The black guy began to rub his enormous cock in the cleavage of my thighs. I was very thrilled feeling the thickness it had. I could not believe... that such a wonder of nature was now rubbing between my thighs. I loved it. My heart was pulsing wild. I could hear the thumping as it worked.
The young black was moving his dick back and for, rubbing mostly on the cleavage between my thighs and my ass. I was in a dreaming bliss.
Then, I thought, "what if I get this dick inside me?" I was imagining the thrilling that would it be. Not that I had any experience with dicks, no. I had not any. Almost not any. I had been fucked once when I was fifteen or sixteen by another boy of my age. We had been jerking off our dicks of four inches. Then my friend told me, "turn over." I did not understand, so I said, "What?" He said, "turn on. I'm going to fuck your ass." Well, we were friends. I would not refuse this favor to a friend, would I? On the other hand, I wanted to know how it feels when one... is being fucked. It resulted a very pleasant experience. As his dick was not large, I felt not any pain. I thought this could give me a hint at how would feel a female as she was being fucked by his friend or something. It was a love for knowledge, I suppose. I was always eager to know everything. Thirst of knowledge is called.
Then, this very night in the jail, I had not any fear to take the black dick in. I was so thrilled that... I was not aware the black man had an oversize dick. Perhaps it was too big... to penetrate my ass.
I suppose my lack of fear was due to my slow bowels. I mean, I had always give them off hard and big since I was a kid. I remember a story from my times in the boarding school. All the children were let free on a mountain to eat prickly pears to get some needed vitamins. Then, a grown up kid saw a big fresh one on the floor and asked, "which one hitted off this?" One kid pointed at me. Then the kid said aloud, "Oh! I could take your ass. I would not cause you any pain. My dick is thinner than this turd." I was blushed with his cheeky phrase. I did not like the idea that everybody would think my ass was to be fucked at the click of a finger. But the cheeky boy never went after my ass. It was a pity, for I liked him.
So, going back to the jail, I found myself thinking "I could have this dick up my ass." But I had a few doubts. "What if it can't enter?" I wondered. "Well, if it can't enter, we will stop trying."
Perhaps the jail was too hot for my brain to work properly.
As I said, the room was hot and steamy; and we were sweating. Most people had taken off their shirts and trousers and had made bundle to use them as a pillow. Everybody but the most stunned drunken men were laying in their underwear. My backside was sweating with the heat my black stud was radiating. For his chest and belly was in contact with my back. My thighs were sweating. And my rear hole was also wet. My hand was now on my rear and applied the black dick to my hole.
The black boy understood the message.
I think this must be one of these universal ideas. Any adolescent had heard about penetrate the ass of someone with his dick. Once you got the opportunity, you know want to do it. It must be as easy as fucking pussy. You don't need to study in Harvard.
Well, my black man was pushing on my rear hole. He started to rub his dick along the furrow of my rear. When he found the hole he pressed there for a while. Then he repeated again ten or more times. Heat and sweat was accumulating there. Then, he gripped my hips tightly with both hands and pushed again. It took a while for my sphincter surrender. The head of his dick slipped in a few inches. Then, it was trapped and it was nearly crushed by an angry ring of muscles. His knot head was on the brink of being crushed by my strong angry sphincter. But the black buck's heart was now pumping blood at a much higher pressure. My sphincter was getting tired and would loose the fight.
The young buck pushed again harder for some seconds and stopped. Then he tried again. Then his dick spew some drops of slippery cum in my hole. Then, he pushed harder and it suddenly slid in, like a lightning.
I felt like... being struck by a bolt. My ass was on fire. it was like busted. I was stunned. My mouth was wide open in stupor.
After some seconds, I was aware the jail was full of people. If they could find us fucking here we would had our heads chopped off. I could no utter a word, nor a moan or an ouch. I had my mind clear, I could not utter a single faint groan.
It passed like a minute with an unbearable pain in my ass. I was in awe breathing by my open mouth. It was like... like... I was skewed on his dick. I was able to think a nice phrase for a novel, "this is like a chunk of Africa... stabbed in my ass."
After a minute or so, the pain started to wear off. Then I was feeling much better. My ass was very full and overstretched but the pain had almost disappeared. Then the black dick started to slide in back and for. It was not moving more than an inch each time. It seemed the black man had not the intention of going deeper. After a while, I was happily enjoying his sweet pumping. Then the black man grabbed my hips again, with an iron grip, and pushed up hard. In the tenth of a second his dick slipped farther up in my ass. I felt like a bursting again. I was gaping but did not utter any groan. After ten seconds or so, I was sure that nothing had busted. Now, the black dick was wholly imbedded in my ass. I waited for a minute. Then, my ass was too full, but alright.
My anal cavity had been at the verge of bursting, but it had endured the assault. I could not believe that I had such an enormous hard meat inside me. I was like... I felt like... like I was a bigger man now. At last, I had a very large dick of my own. All my life I had feeling sadness for having such a small dick, only 4 inches, not much thicker than my thumb. I had always cherished to have a bigger dick. Now, I had one of the biggest. I never had seen anyone so big in my life.
Because of my smaller dick, I always felt... like a girl. To compound matter worse I had a pretty face, like a girl. Then, I let my hair long and it formed blond curls around my head. But I have not sissy manners. In secret, I wanted to be more manly. Like my bulky friend Tony. He had a manliness appearance that I envied. He had a stocky body, powerful chest, arms and legs. I felt envy of his body. Countless times I was dreaming of caressing his strong thighs, his body in general. I loved to caress all his muscles. It occurred to me that he had some fire in his blood. Whenever I touched him, his body was very hot. I loved these casual touchings. He helped me a lot to make me more sportive. He was also teaching me to box. He hit me softly; my face was delicate. He made me go with him hiking on the mountain trails. I loved him so much that I wanted to be near him as much as possible. But when we found a cabin to sleep in a mountain, he never asked me to be near him to sleep. Even if the weather was very cold. I was disappointed he never needed me. I would had surrendered easily to him with the slightest hint. But it seemed that he never have any lust. He had not girlfriend, and neither talked about girls . It was never a topic of conversation. But he had not any need of me either. He was like a chaste leader. But I wanted more than that. I wanted to extract some of his manliness essence, but I did not dare to tease him or plead for it. I was rehearsing my words, "please, don't think bad of me. All that I want is... just to suck you for a while." How he would react at this? I could also tell him, "I am hungry. I need some of your cream. A few ounces of your male essence." I never dared to plead him like this. I was fearing he would kick out my ass for being such a great faggot. I did not want to risk such a valuable friendship. I was hoping for some years, that he would need me to relieve his apparent horniness for he was often showing a clear bulge in his jeans.
I never understood why he was not aware of my frequent checking on his bulging pants. All my friends were acting as if they were straight. They seemed immune to the charm of my girlish face. This made me feel worthless and insecure. I wanted to help all of them, to be a wishful recipient to store all their male fluids. I was lucky at least in theory. For some thug boys of the neighborhood, sometimes whistled when I passed near them . The uttered nasty words in praise of my cute girlish face or my pert showing butts.
But I got not effeminate manners. I didn't need to have them because of my girlish face. Well, I was not happy with my sweet face and nice look. I had always felt like... like I wanted to have... a more manly appearance. I wanted to have a male strength within me. It was like... like I had a low level of manliness in my blood. But I was not interested in meeting thugs; I was scared of them. I lacked the basic bravery one needs to deal with thugs. But the boys that I liked most had a glitter in their eyes. They had to look strong but not a dangerous man, like thugs were. Then, I felt not any attraction to ordinary wimpy boys like me. These boys had nothing of what I needed. I liked the strong wild boys. They had a shine in their skin, a singular sparkling in their eyes. But I was too shy and feared being rejected; so I never teased any of them. I was fearful of being rejected because of my pretty face, my polished language and manners. In my fantasies I thought wild boys had lot of male essence in their blood that I so much needed. I wanted to have a pint or two of his masculine essence running like a fire through my veins.
Sorry for the distraction. I have to go back to my jail story.
I had an enormous black dick stuck in my ass. Perhaps you never had such an experience. You could not believe it, but I felt great. I felt like... like a total... a complete man. I remember this feeling. While I was stuck on that huge dick I was full of euphoria. The words of someone crossed my mind, "I was on the top of the world'. He said. He was talking about a high he got once on cocaine. I never had heard this phrase before. But full of euphoria these words came to my mind. I was high with that dick stabbed in my ass. I mean, it was like... a powerful drug. I could not believe it. I could had passed the whole night and the next day with that wonder dick stuck in my ass. It was great.
The black man had other ideas. He wanted to flush out soon the excess of maleness in his blood and to inject it in my bowels. He had an excess of fire and I was cold. I was mostly made of water. He had a hard large dick and all I got was a humid cavern for it. He had a forward drive and I had a receptive body. He was giving and I was receiving. I wanted some of the fire he had in his blood.
I suppose my black man was happy. He had a blond white boy skewed in his dick. He was fucking my ass like a pussy. Perhaps even better, for my ass was real tight. It had never been used.
The black man wanted to bury his dick entirely. Then, after a while pumping on my ass, he pushed harder. I felt a sudden slippage inside my ass. It was like a... like a bust. The black boy hit in the bottom of my ass. I was a little shocked, then I knew I had it all in. I was mesmerized with my achievement. I got an incredible dick stabbed in my ass. It had now a big one. It was huge and it was a black. For a boy of my age, so timid and shy... for a boy that loved hearing classical music and reading books, it was the greatest achievement of my life. I was feeling great.
I had a bit of scientific curiosity and I wanted to know. I wanted to be sure of everything. I had to verify I had the whole black dick buried in my ass. My left hand reached my rear to check if dick was all in. It wasn't. A part of his wonderful dick could not enter. Ity was too large. Then my hand felt his balls with the tip of my fingers. I slowly felt the base of the trunk stabbed in my ass, and it was real thick. I was in awe and thought "this is a wonder of nature."
Now, the black man was slowly pumping my ass. He could not fucked in wild manner, for that jail was full of people. So, he had to fucked my ass slowly and softly. Then he needed to fuck my ass for an hour or more to cum off. So, he was slowly doing his pumping. We were laying on the right side of our bodies, and I tried not to touch the body of the Spaniard laying next to me. For he would awake with the jerking of my body.
After like an hour or so, the black started to flood my bowels with its hot male cream. I was in wonder feeling the hot seed bursting in my body. I felt like being filled to the top. The amount of cream was so much, that my bowels swelled. I think that nearly a pint of male essence was injected in my body.
Then some slippery cream was oozing out of my hole, and the dick was sliding easily. A minute later, the black dick was still bursting hot spurts inside me. Then, his dick got soft and it was expelled out of my ass.
I felt like empty for a while. Then I thought of all that male essence I had. I realized that I was going to loose some of it if I did not close tightly my hole. I forced my fatigued sphincter to shut tigh. I did not want to loose any drop of the precious cream I got stored in my bowels.
I was very excited to sleep soon. It took a few hours for me to sleep tight. Then, I awoke a few times in the night and relished the best moments of the incredible experience. Six hours later, I awoke and realized that my ass had been oozing some cream out during the night. My underwear was wet.
In a way, my black buck was still inside me. I had the memory of him in my ass. All the stretching it took for his dick to enter had let a strong record in my mind to remember. My my black man was still inside. My rear part was still excited.
Later, about eight o'clock in the morning, all those put on jail Friday were freed. They also freed my wonderful black lover. He looked back at me on the door, with a shy smile, before getting out. I looked at him and said good bye with my hand and a loving smile.
My black boy was gone. But, in a way, I felt we were together in more ways than one. During the whole day, I felt swelled my insides. That remind me of him. I thought his dick was still inside of me. For a few days, the cavity of my ass was feeling the memory of his enormous dick. It was very difficult to forget. All the stretching he did on my ass was a constant remind of my thrilling experience.
On the other side, I was feeling his powerful seed running in my veins. I felt like I had... hundreds of millions of microscopic black babies swimming freely in my blood. It could be a placebo effect. But for several days I felt more energetic and more stronger. I attributed this energy to the strong manliness stuff the black boy spurt in my bowels. He injected me... like a fourth of a pint of cream. I had its taste in my mouth. I was like... smelling it for days. It seems my skin was oozing his stuff for several days.
I never had the chance of meeting my black man again. But I had treasured the memory of his huge black dick stabbed in my ass for years. Whenever I felt down, or a little depressed... I recall the memories of this moment; my ass skewered by his... enormous... hard piece of flesh. It was an unbelievable event. Sometimes I think it never occurred.
I hope you all had liked this story.
End of part First
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