My Life in the Can -3 Bt John Galaor
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Third Part. The Next Day
In the morning I felt my ass a little sore and a soft burning inside. It was a mild feeling and I remembered the pill I have taken against the inflammation. Then I was aware that my rear hole was also wet and it came to my mind that this was due to the semen of Nat. He had injected me a lot of his cream. Perhaps my ass was leaking a little. I went to the toilet to shit out these fluids. When I was pushing and making a little noise, I heard a voice.
"You have had a good night! Eh?" Said the older man.
"Yeah! It was fantastic!" I said feigning a happy mood.
"So did you like it, eh?
"Yes. It was a great experience."
"So are you a faggot?"
"I had never been a faggot."
"No?"
"But there is always a first time for everything."
"You have to feel your ass sore."
"Yes. But it was a worthy experience. You have to try it."
"I am too old to start that, boy."
"You can be surprised how pleasant it is!"
"I already know it." Said the old man.
"So you don't need to start, you are a veteran already."
The chat stopped dead after these words.
It was not that I felt sad of having been fucked in the ass. I was not. In fact it was a weird experience. I was not looking for this in the first place; but it fell over me as something unavoidable. Fate has written a page for me. In it you can read that I had to be caged in a prison and had to be forced up my ass by my own willing, that I had to bend down and present my ass ready to be fucked.
It feigned a happy mood, for it was out of question that I could show a sad mood or a face full of shame. I would not show any sign of guilty or let the folks know that I would felt insulted if anyone mentioned that I was fucked, or that I was a queer or a faggot. Sensitivity was a bad thing to show in a prison, for people were delighted in poking their dirty fingers into your wounds. I had to show with a proud face that I was a willingly queer. Not a queer for any dog punk in a shit prison but a queer with some class. I was a sort of privileged queer myself. And using the words of Nat, I would not be a queer for "the shit of the earth" to fuck me.
It was the day after my first... wedding night and I was all day with a little burning inside my ass. This was reminding me of my new status as the w... of... I cannot spell it yet. Also I was feeling a little weird for I was recalling every ten minutes or so that I was the "personal property of Nat the Smithy". Moreover I was also surprised of feeling proud for having such a tall and strong black man... "as my owner". I remembered that Nat have given to me a pill against the swelling inside of my ass. Nevertheless I was feeling during all day a little burning inside.
In spite of the pain I had while he was fucking me with such a big dick, now I was remembering only the pleasant part of the act. I was also remembering with a sort of shock that I was feeling pleasure while the big dick was moving inside my ass. This was totally unexpected for me. I knew as everybody knows that is the queers who get pleasure while being fucked in the ass. But I would have sworn on the Bible that this was only a pleasure all queers felt and nobody else. I thought that, having a virgin ass, being fucked by a big dick would have been the most terrible experience of my life, but I was amazed it was not. I had to recognize that Nat was like a daddy to me and he did not enter the whole dick into my ass as a courtesy to my being a virgin.
Summing up, in spite of being a straight black boy all my life I was remembering every ten minutes or so the feelings I had when Nat was fucking my ass.
I was in a dreamy state during all day. The feeling of weirdness was mostly due to the fact that... well, I mean that I was eagerly waiting for the night to come. Perhaps the next time could be different. Perhaps I would feel disgust while being fucked as any straight guy like me should have.
When we went out to the yard, Nat was waiting for me with his henchmen.
"Are you well, dear?" Nat asked.
"Yeah! I am all right."
"Are you sure? I can give you another pill to wear off the inflammation."
"No! I am all right. Just a little burning inside."
"All right. It seems that you got a strong ass."
"Oh! Sure!"
Then, before the crowd of inmates, he held me by my armpits and raised my body in the air. Then he kissed me in the mouth in a shameless manner. When he let me on the ground again, I was rather blushing but nobody had seen it for my skin was brown. Then he walked with me putting his strong arm over my shoulders and stopping here and there to kiss my neck or suck the lobe of my ear. Then we stopped for a while beside the wall and he tried to enter his hand into my uniform's pocket but it had none. Then he took out a knife and cut the uniform on the seam of the left side; it looked like it were a pocket opening. He then entered his hand inside and was caressing my dick and balls for a while. Then he pushed my trousers around a little and began to caress my ass' cheeks and fingering my hole while his henchmen were looking out and feigning not to be any aware of any of this.
Then after a while he said, "Let's run around the yard, boy! We have to keep fit and healthy." Then Nat and some of his men began to run around the wall of the yard for an hour. I had sweat a lot and have been out of breath most of the time, for I was not used to run for so long.
When we finished the running bout we were all sweating and panting. We were also walking around the yard and from time to time he was necking me.
"Let's go to pee." Nat said, and we went to the bathroom.
Once there, some of the henchmen were outside watching the entry and two were in. I took out my dick to pee and Nat said, "Come here, baby."
I turned towards him and he said, "Take it out, boy!" As I took out his dick I smelled the sweat and this make me horny. I watched his dick with interest for this was the thing that nearly busted my ass the last night. But I also have to confess that watching it I felt an unexpected pleasure.
"Kneel down, boy, and give me a good suck."
At first I felt awkward for a moment, because it never occurred to me that I should hear such an order. I was going to do this in plain day while anybody can come in and watch me doing this job. Nevertheless, it took me only a few seconds to knelt on the floor and begin the work. I started to jerk for it was hanging down and was only a little fat. Then it was steadily rising up and getting fatter. When It was at the level with my mouth I began to give him a head job. As I was sucking the dick was becoming harder, and I was discovering slowly that this job was not nasty but pleasant. Then the dick was giving out a sweet and slippery fluid. My face was so near him that I had a strong whiff of his sweaty crotch. As far as a week ago, if I had smelt this male sweat I was sure to would had a disgusting feeling. But now I had none. Instead of it I found his odor was pleasing. I have to confess that I started sucking him as a duty. But a little later I was relishing the job. He was not pressing me to go deeper, so I was getting most of the pleasure from the highest part of the dick for this is the best part of a blowjob. It is like sucking a lollypop. After a short time he produce a little sperm that tasted salted and sweet. I was delighted with his gift and made my job eagerly. While I was doing my job I saw guys entering into the bathroom to pee and they gave us a casual glance. I remember that this day I was very sure with Nat in the bathroom and I had not even a little shame of being seen sucking such a big cock.
"You are improving a lot your abilities, boy!" Said Nat.
I said nothing and kept doing my job. After a time a was nearly tired of so much sucking, specially for Nat was pushing down my head to go deeper. This part of the job was rather hard because the thickness of his cock was too big for my mouth and I choked. I thought I have to do some exercises with my jaw to be able to open wider my mouth.
After a time sucking, Nat's cock began to do some jerks and I new this was a sign of his imminent orgasm. In this instant it came to my mind that I have to swallow all the cream of Nat. He soon began to come and I was frantically swallowing all his wild outpouring. When his intermittent gushes of cream were coming out slower I was able to enjoy the all sweet and salty cream.
I was able to take in all his gushes but some of the milk was spilling outside my lips and running down my chin. When it all finished Nat was relaxed and happy. He then raised me up over the tips of my feet and he began to lick the come off on my chin and lips. He kissed me tenderly and swallowed with force my lips into his mouth. After a time playing with his tongue in there with my tongue and lips, he finished the kissing and looked at my face with a smile.
"You must excuse my eagerness. But I had a strong fit of lust."
"Oh! Never mind. I had enjoyed the suck. I thoroughly enjoyed it."
"Do you?"
"Yeah. It seemed that I had been born for this."
"Good. We are going to be happy couple."
"I am sure we will." I said.
"But you were straight before, weren't you?"
"Yeah! I was straight! But I began to think that once you tried it, everybody could get pleasure out of all this shit.
"Do you know, boy? Were are doing this in public... to show them your are my property."
"I see."
"I am not doing this out of vanity. But I want to show them they must respect you. So you can go anywhere inside the can with total immunity.
"Thanks a lot!
"You are welcome, my dear!"
We went out to the yard and I was walking by his side. Sometimes when he stopped to speak with someone he was caressing my ass.
After the whaling of siren we went back to cells. At some point in the corridors we parted in different directions.
"Wait for me, tonight." Nat said.
"Yeah! I'll be waiting."
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