Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2009 06:30:56 -0400
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: Memories From a Jail

Written by: John Galaor
<johngalaor@aol.com>

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Memories from a Night in Jail


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.

There, I spent like two weeks, or a little more, in a jail.  Later, they
let me out, after declaring before a judge I was a deserter of the Franco's
dictatorship.  Then, in the jail we were about seven or eight Spaniards
hold there awaiting to be released in a couple of weeks.

The jail was a small room about 12 by 12 foot large.  It had a small hole
to shit and pee in the right corner as you enter in.  I went there to pee
and it was giving off a na sty smell of methane and ammonia.  Then, on the
ceiling, we were blessed by a square hole, 8 by 8 inches, for ventilation.

When I arrived, we were about five or seven people in the jail.

The walls of jail were painted in a very dark gray color and while laying
on the floor for hours, you could take notice of some darker spots up in
the ceiling.

"What are those spots?"  I asked the guy next to me.

"They represent the map of Morocco."

He pointed with his finger to the ceiling saying,

"You see?  This bigger spot there is Rabat.  That other is Meknes, your
see?  This is Tangier, that Casablanca, etc."

He was kidding me.

"No, man.  What are those spots?"

"They are colonies..."

"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.



I had not any experience of life in a jail, so one of the Spaniards told
me,

"You know?  Today you'll see this place full of people."

"What?"

"We would be very crowded, like sardines in a can."

"Your are joking!"

"We will be so many, that our bodies would be very stick one another."

"Eh?"

"So, do not be surprised if this night... you found a hard dick slipping
into your ass."

"You are kidding!  Why there would be so many people?"

"Because it's Friday."

"What is so special in a Friday?"

"It is the Muslim Holiday."

"And then..."

"So many people get caught drinking wine or a beer, and it is sent to 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 that would enter in the jail.  At
midmorning they gave us a piece of bread.  It was a little acid, hard and
dry.  But we were able to chew it and gulp it down thanks to water.

"Ateni el elma" One Spaniard said.

After some twenty seconds, the guard opened the small window of the iron
plated door, and gave him a can of a pint, full of water to drink.

We passed the can from a mouth to the next to drink water and eat this
bread.

The can was then empty.

"Ateni el elma" Another Spaniard said.

This was the first phrase I learned in Moroccan.  So the guard took the
empty can and returned it full of water.


The first people were thrown in jail after the mid noon prayer.  Then, at
four in the afternoon, a young black man entered.  For his look, I supposed
he was not a Moroccan but a black immigrant from Senegal or a nearby
country.

I was chatting with the bunch of Spaniards, when the young black man
entered.  He must had been about a year or two older than me and had a
yummy chocolate colored skin.  I deserted of my chatting with the Spaniards
and looked at the handsome black man.  He was wearing a shabby shirt,
mostly bare thread, with no sleeves.  The shirt had not any buttons, so it
was wide open showing openly most of his chest and belly.  The arms of the
young black looked strong.  Then I looked at his face for a while and his
eyes were showing like a sort of sparkling.  I was mesmerized by his eyes
for some seconds.  Then I turned off my glance to conceal my interest for
him.

Then, a moment later, when I looked at him, some light was coming in from
the yard outside.  The light entered by a small barred window on the plated
iron door.  Then I saw it shined over the skin of the young black stud.  I
watched him smiling discreetly.  He returned the smile.  I was amazed and
thought, "how beautiful is this man!"  Then I looked out.


The place had been getting hotter and I took my shirt off.

A little later, I looked again at the young black and he seemed full
of... manliness essence.  He had like a glint on his chocolate skin that
shone out the faint light as he moved his arms or face.  I watched
carefully for some seconds the brown silky look of his skin.  It was
like... like it were made out of the finest sleek fabric of the natural
world.  Or, to be more precise, his skin had a delicious chocolate
sparkling color, that I had never had seen before.  I think I was then
drooling.  Where I was living there were not any black people; if you take
out the movies.  I had seen some movies about Africa.

I shunned again my glancing at the young back man, to stop my slobbering.
There was already a big crowd in the jail.  And I did not want people there
would realized my interest for the black boy.  So, a little later, I turned
again to watch him and I though `what an amazing young stud he is.'  Then
he looked back at me, at this moment, and fixed his glance in me for some
seconds.  I presumed he had to be a little fascinated watching my clear
blue eyes.  Also he would be pleased watching by my white skin, for I was
shirtless.  I was only tanned with a ruddy shade on my arms, face and neck.
I was a little tanned by my drilling at the sun in the army.  Then, his
hand reached my head and he combed with his fin gers my flaxen hair for a
second or two.  He watched me with a tender smile.  Then he turned glance
out top hide his interest.

I was mesmerized by the presence of the black man.  So, I was glancing at
him discreetly now and then.  The young black buck, was aware of me
frequently checking on him.  But we were living in a world of concealment.
We could not look at each other freely and let everybody be aware of our
mutual glances.

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 was coming into the jail.  And those already in were making
room for the rest by laying closer to each other.  The Spaniards lined near
the door, the best place, for under the door was a gap of two inches and
some fresh air was entering from the yard outside.  Then I dragged my ass
to get closer to one of the Spaniards bunch; then, fearing that my black
boy would end laying far from me, I said, "Hey!" and he looked at me.  Then
I made a sign with my fingers to tell him, "come closer".  He was a little
confused, then I tapped on the floor with the palm of my hand like telling,
"Please, sit here; next to me."

Then, the young black dragged his ass on the floor to be at my side.

As he moved, I saw he had brought a big can with him.  The can had a wire
handle, and he offered me some of the content of the can.  I looked inside
and it had some stewed meat in it.  It smelled a little of rot.  He said
something like, "do you want?"  I said yes, and he he entered his hand in
the can.  Then he 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 at my sucking.  We were interchanging furtive glances to each other
from time to time, while feigning we were interested in other people's
chat.

Time passed.  More and more people were thrown into the jail.

Then, late in the afternoon, we were very crowded.  To make room for so
many, we were laying in ordered lines on the floor, very close to each
other.  So, I was laying between a Spaniard and my 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.  My black buck did the same, and he was now
wearing a sort of large gray shorts made of a very thin fabric.  I was
fascinated for a second or two then turned off my sight.

Now it was dark and the jail was lighted only by a miserable light bulb.

Because of the heat, we be have to rest laying on our sides, as not to be
too close to other's people bodies.  I was for a time facing my black buck.
Our faces were very close to each other.  I felt the air he was exhaling
at breathing.  I loved 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 sweet thick
lips.  I felt an 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.

Then I entertained myself smelling his sweating body.  He had a very sweet
manly scent.  It made me to remember a very strong friend I had.  He had a
similar odor as my black boy.  I inhaled deeply to get all his sweet scent
in my lungs.  I felt like a shivering that lasted a second.  Then I was
like inebriated.  In the dark, we touched our faces and 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 a pee and watched
us kissing.

About 10 in the evening, the faint electric light was switched off.  Then,
me and the my black buck were face to face.  I approached my face to his.
Then I moved for my lips to meet his.  I touched his lips lightly.  I did
not dare to go farther.  We were like this for some seconds.  Then I
slipped out my tongue to touch his lips.  Then, he pushed his tongue inside
my mouth.  I let him explore my mouth for ten or more seconds.  I was very
excited.  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 those thick sweet 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 to me that this chapter of kissing was finished.  Then
I turned on my body to give him my rear.

I wanted to have the young black doing something.  I bent my waist a little
and jutted out my ass to meet his crotch.  I hoped this position could
inspire him of something.  I waited like.. some ten seconds or more, but he
did nothing.  Then, I sent my left hand back to explore.  The tip of my
fingers were feeling it over the thin fabric of his underwear.  Then I
found the bulge of a large dick.  I was amazed at its size.  I never had
seen or felt, any dick this large.  Well, it is not that I had such an
experience at dicks.  I had none, except some casual glances at people's
dicks peeing.  Now, I was very excited feeling that my black man had a very
large dick.  Then, I entered my hand inside his underpants.  I first met
his crisp pubic hairs.  I loved the feeling of them.  T hey were so manly.
My pubes, on the contrary, were silky and feminine.  But his were like
crisp kinky wires.  Then my hand continued the exploration and I felt his
large member.  I was caressing the silky skin of his dick with the tip of
my fingers.  Then it seemed that it was growing bigger and thicker.  Then,
the black boy pulled down his underpants and put his member in my hand.  I
wrapped my fingers around and it was a wonderful feeling.  I was for a time
appraising the stunning girth it had. Then, I felt the thick knot of its
head.  I was amazed feeling the knot head in my fingers, and it seemed was
thicker than his member.

I pulled down my underwear and he put the member between my thighs.  My
black buck began to rub his enormous cock at the cleavage of my thighs.  I
was very thrilled by the thickness it had.  I could not believe... that
such a wonder of nature was all between my thighs.  I loved it.  My heart
was pumping like wild.

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 how
thrilling would it be.  Not that I had any experience with dicks, no.  I
had not any.  Almost.  I had been fucked once when I was twelve by another
boy of my age.  We had been rubbing our dicks of three or four inches
together.  Then I heard him telling me, "turn over."  I did not
understand.  "What?"  I said.  He repeated his order, "turn on.  I'm going
to fuck you up the ass."  Well, I did no mind at all.  I wanted to know how
it feels being fucked.  Well, it was a very pleasant experience.  As his
dick was so thin, I felt not any pain.

Then, this night I had not any fear to take up that black dick.  I was so
thrilled that I was not aware my black young buck had an oversize dick.
Perhaps it was too big, to penetrate any ass.

I suppose my lack of fear was due to my slow bowels.  I mean, I had always
shitted thick and big turds, since I was a kid.  I remember a story from
the times I was in the boarding school.  All the children were let free on
a mountain to eat prickly pears to get some needed vitamins.  These prickly
pears were of the read class, famous for being very astringents.  Then, an
older kid saw a big fresh turd on the floor and asked, "which one had
shitted this turd?"  The children pointed at me.  Then the kid said aloud,
"Oh!  I want to fuck this ass.  I would not give you any pain.  My dick is
not as thick than this turd."  I was blushed with his cheeky liberal
speaking.  I did not like the idea that everybody would think my ass was
ready to be fucked a the click of a finger.  But the cheeky boy never
went after my ass.  It was a pity, for I liked him.

So, back at 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 would stop trying."

Perhaps that day the jail was too hot to think properly.

As I said, the room was hot and steamy; and we were sweating a lot.  Most
people had taken off their shirts and trousers and made bundle to use 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 very wet.  My hand was now on my
rear and moved the dick of my black to my hole.

The black boy understood.  I think this must be one of those Universal
ideas.  Any adolescent had heard it, to penetrate with a dick on the ass
hole of someone.  Once you got the opportunity, you know what to do.  It is
like fucking a pussy.  You don't need to study in Harvard.

Well, my black man was pushing on my rear hole.  His pressure was making a
pit in my rear.  As it could not enter, he turned to rub his dick along the
furrow of my rear.  When he found the hole he pressed there for a w hile.
Then he repeated again ten or more times.
 Later, he gripped my hips tight with both hands and pushed harder.  It
took a while for my sphincter surrender.  The head of his dick had slipped
in a bit.  Then, it was trapped and nearly crushed by an angry ring.  It
was on the brink of being crushed by my hard sphincter.  But the black
buck's heart was now pumping blood at a higher pressure.  My sphincter was
going to loose the fight.

The young buck pushed again harder for some seconds and stopped.  Then he
tried again.  Then it spew a few drops of slippery cum into the hole.
Then, he pushed hard and it suddenly burst in like a lightning.

I felt like being struck by a bolt.  My ass was busted.  I was stunned.
 I could no utter a word, nor a moan or an ouch.  My mouth was wide opened
in stupor.

After some seconds I was aware that the jail was full of people.  If they
could find us fucking here we would had our heads chop off.

It passed like a long minute with an unbearable pain in my ass.  I was in
awe breathing by my open mouth.  It was like... like I had a thick chunk of
wild 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 stretched but the pain had almost
disappeared.  Then the dick started to slide in back and for.  It was not
moving more than an inch each time; it went back and for slowly.  It looked
that my black man was not intending a deeper penetration.  After a while, I
was happily enjoying his full and sweet pumping for some minutes.  Then the
black man gabbed my hips strongly and he pushed suddenly forward.  In a
tenth of a second his dick slipped much farther inside my ass.  I felt like
a bursting again.  I was gapping not uttering a sound.  After some seconds
I was sure that nothing had busted.  The black dick was now resting in my
ass.  I waited for a minute.  Then, my ass felt very full, but alright.

My anal cavity had been at the verge of bursting, but I had endured it.  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.  For all my life I had some pity of me for having
such a small dick, only 4 or 5 inches large, not much thicker than my
thumb.  I had always cherished to have a bigger dick.  Now, I had on 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 nice girl.  When I let my hair
long it formed blond curls around my head.  At least, I have not sissy
manners.  In secret, I wanted to be more manly.  Like my buck friend Tony.
He had a very manliness appearance that I envied.  He had a stocky body,
powerful chest, arms and legs.  I felt envy of his body.  It occurred to me
that he had fire in his blood.  Whenever I touched him, casually, his body
was very hot.  He helped me a lot to be more sportive, and he made me go
hiking on the mountains with him.  I loved him so much that I wanted to be
near him often.  He was like a leader.  But I wanted more than that.  I
wanted to suck some of his manliness essence, but I did not dare to plead
him, "please, don't think bad of me.  I just want to suck you for a while.
I want to drink half a pint of your maleness essence."  I never dared to
plead like this to him, for I feared he would kick out my ass for being
such a faggot.  I did not want to risk his valuable friendship.  I was
hoping for years, that he would need me one day to relieve his chronic
horniness for he was always showing a great bulge.

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 for
the excess of their male fluids.  Nevertheless, a few thug boys on the
neighborhood, used to whistle when I passed near them or they said n asty
words in praise of my cute face or my pert rear.

I got not effeminate manners, but I didn't need to have them with my face.
Well, I was not happy with my sweet girlish face and nice look.  I had
always felt like... like I wanted to have... a manliness appearance.  I
wanted to have a maleness strength within me.  It was like... like I had a
low level of manliness in my blood.  But I was not interested to meet
thugs, out of fear.  I lacked the basic bravery needed to deal with them.
But the boys that I liked most had a glitter in their eyes.  An appearance
of being strong but not dangerous like thugs.  I feared thugs.  So, I
didn't feel attracted to ordinary wimpy boys like I was.  These boys had
nothing of what I needed.  I liked the stronger wild boys.  They had a
shine in their skin, a sparking in their eyes.  But I was too shy and
feared being rejected by them, then I did not met them.  I feared they
would reject me for having a pretty face, polished language and manners.  I
felt that 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.

Then, following with my story, I had that enormous black dick embedded in
my ass.  I felt great.  I felt like... like I was a total... a complete
man.  I remember I had that feeling.  While I was stuck on that huge
dick I had like a moment of euphoria and some words crossed my mind, "I am
on the top of the world'.  I was like someone high on cocaine.  A soldier
told me in the army about this, "when I was so high, that I felt like was
on the top of the world".  I never had heard this phrase before.  So, then
this same words came to my mind.

Now, this black cock inside me was like... like a powerful drug.  I could
not believe it.  I could had passed the whole night and the next day with
this huge dick inside my ass.  I was feeling great.  But the black man had
other ideas.  He wanted to flush out the excess of manliness of his blood
to inject it in my body.  He had an excess of fire, and I had much
humidity.  He had a forward pole, and I got a humid cavity, a receptive
body to keep all his excess fire in my body.

I suppose my black boy was also happy.  He had a white blond boy staved
fully on his cock.  His powerful and thick was fucking my ass like it were
a pussy.  Perhaps even better, for my pushy was real tight.

The black man wanted to bury his dick till the bottom.  Then, after a while
pumping my ass, he pushed harder.  I felt a sudden slippage inside my ass.
It was like sort of... like bust.  My black boy and hit the bottom of my
anal cavity.  I was a little shocked, then I knew I had it all inside.  I
 was mesmerized by my achievement.  I got an incredible dick in my ass.  It
was my first big one, it was huge, and it was a black.  For a boy of my
age, that loved classic music and reading books, this was a great
achievement.  I felt great.

I had a bit of scientific curiosity and wanted to know... if I had the
whole dick buried inside me.  I moved my left hand on my rear to check if
dick was all in.  It wasn't.  A part of his wonderful dick could not enter
my ass.  It was too large.  Then my hand looked for his balls and caressed
them with the tip of my fingers.  Then I slowly felt the base of the trunk
stabbed in my ass, and it was real thick.  Then I said to me in awe "this
is a wonder of nature."

Now, the black man was slowly pumping inside my ass.  He could not perform
a fuck in a grand manner, for that jail was full of people.  So, he had to
fucked my ass slowly and softly.

He needed to fuck slowly my ass for an hour or more to cum.  So, he was
slowly doing the pumping.  We were both laying on the right side of our
bodies, and I tried not to touch the body of the Spaniard laying next to
me.

Then after like an hour or so, the dick started to flood my bowels with his
sweet male cream.  I was in wonder feeling his hot seed bursting inside my
body.  I felt I was being filled and the amo unt of male cream was so much,
that my bowels swelled.  I think more than a pint of manliness essence was
injected in my body.

Then some slippery cream was oozing out of my hole, and the dick slided
very easily.  A minute later his dick was still bursting hot spurts of
cream.  Then, his dick got soft and it went out of my ass.

I felt like empty for a while.  Then I thought of all that manliness
essence I had inside me.  Then I realized that I was going to lost a lot if
I did not close very tightly my asshole.  So, I forced my tired sphincter
to shut the hole well.  I did not want to loose a drop of the precious male
cream I got in my bowels.

Then I was very excited to sleep soon.  It took s few hours for me to sleep
tight.  Later, I awoke many times during the night and relished the best
moments of my incredible experience.  Six hours later, I awoke and realized
that my ass had been oozing some cream out during the night.  My underwear
was very 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 the dick to enter had let strong
connection to remember.  My my black man was still inside.  My rear cavity
was all excited.

Later, about eight o'clock in the morning, all those put on jail the 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 with a loving smile.

My black buck 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 me.  For 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 insides was a
constant remind of my exciting experience.

On the other side, I was feeling his powerful seed swimming in my blood.  I
felt like hundreds of millions of microscopic black babies swimming through
my veins.  For days I felt more energetic and stronger, because the
powerful manliness the black buck had injected in my bowels.

I never had a chance of meeting my black man anymore.  But I had treasured
for many years on row all the thrilling his black dick gave me.  The memory
of its deeds never had been erased of my mind.


I hope you all had liked this story.  It is a true one.

Please, if you liked the story let me know, I would be very pleased also to
hear about new ideas and points of view.

John Galaor