Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 20:02:52 -0600
From: Jason B. <cox_ucker4blax@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Prison Car     Part 4

			  The Prison Car  Part 4

My eyes had remained open throughout this spectacle, and as I saw the
amazement on the men's faces, I began to notice the sting in my right eye;
my right eye socket was filled with sperm. As naive as I was, I certainly at
this moment expected to be offered a rag, a paper towel, or some help to
clear some of the heavy, sticky mass from my face. The only thing offered me
was another rock hard penis. I parted my semen-glued lips and began to suck
the thirteenth cock presented to me this afternoon.  The silence broke; the
murmurings, snickering, and outright laughter returned. I heard myself
referred to as a cockhound, a blue- eyed cumpig and worse. I sucked the 8"
black cock feverishly. The man feeding me cock had skin as black as coal and
six-pack type ab muscles. I reached around his waist to hold on as he began
to face fuck me and felt his huge round ass, as thickly muscled as his
stomach. After a few minutes of having my nose banging into his pubic bone,
he pulled away. We both noticed that he had gotten some semen from my face
on his stomach and in his wiry pubic hair.
"Lick that shit off me, dicksucker!" he commanded.
I lapped the coagulating seed from his muscled belly and sucked on the patch
of hair that held more.
"Suck my balls"
His ball sac was completely hairy, but I licked the srotum, and soon took
one of his nuts into my mouth, sucking gently.
He took his fat cock and placed it at my left ear; holding it firmly against
my face he "windshield-wiped" it right to my nose. He pulled back to let me
see that about two tablespoons of what had been spewed onto the left side of
my face now was clinging to the side of his erection.
"Open wide, baby"
I did, and he sunk it in me to it's root, then pulled it out slowly,
allowing me to clean the seed from it. He repeated the move, squeegeing
another two tablespoons or so of the stale cum from the right side of my
face and feeding it to me.  Then I took hold of his cock and tried to use
the head of it to clear the sperm from my eye socket. I took that sperm into
my mouth as well, much to the delight of the other prisoners.
"That dicksuckin whore don't want to miss a drop!"
I still had some of the loads hanging from my lower lip, and a lot at the
center of my face. When someone used their finger to scoop feed me, several
of the black prisoners joined in. My face was now clear, except for a smelly
residue that dried there, pulling the skin on my face taut. The man returned
his engorged cock to my mouth, both of his hands on the back of my head,
face fucking me hard, and deep. I still held the semen in my mouth. The
flavor was not quite as pleasant to me anymore! What these men were spewing
so copiously in my mouth was starting to taste "bleach-ier" by the minute.
When the man fucking my mouth came, he continued thrusting hard and fast
into me. The result was that the mass of seed I held was being whipped into
a froth! Finally swallowing, I realized that I was full! The extra air
whipped into the several-ounce mouthful had brought me very close to my
limit. I was bloated; with fourteen huge loads of sperm in my belly, I still
had four more huge loads to eat. I belched...powerfully sperm-flavored...and
reached for the next black cock. I sucked the last four as eagerly, expertly
as I had any that day, and was surprised that I was still swallowing the now
funky tasting seed with ease. After the seventeenth cock had fed me, another
took it's place; I sucked as I had sucked all afternoon, and soon was eating
another, smaller, more watery load. When yet another prisoner stepped up, I
heard the cell door clanging open.
"That's it muthafuckers, no more seconds!"
I was grabbed, firmly under my armpit and hauled awkwardly to my feet.
"Out of here, fast!" Captain Johnson roared.
I backed out the cell door, naked, barely able to stay standing.
"You muthafuckers: get in the far corner, and don't fuckin move!"
Captain Johnson barked at the prisoners, keeping his shotgun leveled at
them. In all my young stupidity, it never dawned on me until that moment how
dangerous these men were. I guess a blond, blue eyed kid that sucks dick for
everybody, and swallows all the cum gets a pass! Captain Johnson gathered my
clothes from the cage floor and backed out of the cell, banging the door
shut and locking it. He threw the clothes at my feet and I wordlessly got
dressed, noticing that one of my socks was missing I tossed the other one
aside. Everyone in the car remained silent as the big guard hustled me the
prison car's door and almost pushed me through it. I stumbled, then headed
back to my seat next to Grandma. The smell of semen, some of it dried,
spoiled and smelly permeated me. The taste of the sperm would be with me for
days, at least that's what I thought at that moment. I wondered if anyone
had ever swallowed more sperm than I just had, and how they handled it. I
felt remorse, and for the time, shame. I was a cocksucker...ME!
Grandma was awake, unfortunately, when I got back.
"Jason! Where in God's name have you been? I was about to have the conductor
start a search for you!"
"I was all over the place, Grandma; no place special, all over the train"
"Well, you're lucky I was thinking of you, Jason; here's your dinner"
Grandma offered me a styrofoam container from the dining car.
"Thanks, Gram, but no...I can't...I'm...f-f-full"
"What did you eat?"
"I got something Gram, I'm ok"
"Well, ok"
I fell asleep quickly and slept for about four hours, when the lurching of
the train woke me.
"We're stoppin here in Auston to put those prisoners off" Grandma said.
"Even though this is MY town too, we have to ride into Atlanta before WE can
get off" Gram was mildly irritated by this inconvienience.
Suddenly, I saw a familiar shape appear at the door of our car. Captain
Johnson! Heading right towards us!  The big black man strode up the aisle
purposefully, stopping at our seats, as I squirmed, trying to be invisible.
"Well hello, Mrs. Palecek, How are you?"
He knows MY Gram?! I don't beleive this!
"Hi, Jason" he smiled
Oh my God!
"Mr. Johnson! You know my grandson?"
"Yeah; met Jason last night, and it's a good thing I did. Had a rough night
with those cons. They were acting up on me, I told the Chief we probably
needed two men on this detail, but... anyhow, young Jason here held down the
fort for me while I went in and put down a minor disturbance."
Grandma beamed with pride.
"Jason came in real handy, Mrs.P."
"Jason, I haven't told you about the new prison they're building; lots of
new jobs. Captain Johnson bought the old Miller place across the street. Why
didn't you tell me you were helping Captain Johnson last night?"  I
squirmed, Captain Johnson smiled at me.
"He's a good kid, Mrs. P, a modest young man." Johnson smiled at me again,
my eyes rolled.
"That gives me an idea; Mrs. Palecek, if it's ok with you, and if Jason's
interested, I could use an assistant like him down at the facility. We've
got seven-hundred inmates right now, by the end of the summer, we'll have
twenty-four hundred. We could sure use a young man with Jason's skills in an
intern-type capacity. He's really got a special way of dealin' with
prisoners."
"Jason! I'm so proud of you! Of course he's interested Mr. Johnson!"
Grandma was totally pumped; my stomach churned.
"I can pick him up in the morning; say, Tuesday for starters, ok Mrs. P?
"Wonderful! Jason, I'll fix you a nice lunch to take with"
"No need, Mrs. P, we'll make sure Jason gets fed real good!"
Captain Johnson smiled at me "Well, how about Jason? You interested?"
It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. "Yeah, I'll be ready"
"Great" Captain Johnson flashed a big smile at me. I smiled back.

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