Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 12:47:04 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Blackmale (Part 11) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)

BLACKMALE (PART 11) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)

BLACKMALE (Part 11)
BY:  MOORE

Cole's mother, Emma, was an innocent 17 year old virgin when she
married Beauregard Jackson Sumner III in 1982. Emma knew little
about men and even less about sex.  Beau knew little about women,
but a lot about sex... sex with men.  He tried, but his penis
rarely stayed hard long enough to penetrate her vagina and
ejaculate.  Cole's birth two years later was a minor miracle.

For years, until shortly after his death, Emma thought it was her
fault so she didn't complain that Beau particularly liked to
jerk his penis with his tongue in her rectum.  He liked to
ejaculate on her belly or back, and promptly clean her skin
with his tongue.  Emma grew familiar with the smell of semen on
her skin and on the bedclothes. Beau often come home after a
night out, his clothes stained and the smell of semen wafting
from his body.

Beau was dead now and Emma had a young son to raise and protect.
Protect from what she had so recently learned about his father.
Dead four months. Emma remembered the story in the Sumnerville
Times:

     Sumnerville, Miss., May 11, 2001: Beauregard Jackson
Sumner III, Beau to his friends, 40 years old, found dead
today at Sumner Creek of an apparent heart attack.

     Sheriff Rod Parker, a boyhood friend said, "Good old
Beau.  He was probably fixing to take a swim in the creek,
like when we was kids, when his poor heart just gave out.
We'll miss our Beau who was always the center of the fun
when we were growing up together.  My condolences to his
family."

     County Coroner James Dixon reported, "The cause of
death was a coronary infarction due to a weakness in the
heart."

     Services will be held at Grace Church.  Burial at
Grace Cemetery where generations of the Sumner family
are buried.

Not reported, and what Emma didn't know, were the somewhat
unusual circumstances surrounding Beau's death.  The Sheriff
and the Coroner kept this information between them.

"How'd you happen to be at the creek today Rod, to find Beau,"
James Dixon, the coroner for Sumnerville asked helping himself
to another drink from the bottle of bourbon he kept in his desk.

Rod Parker, the Sheriff, took a long drink before answering.
"Anonymous phone call at dawn this morning reportin' a body at
the creek, so I went to take a look.  Saw Beau layin' there,
naked, with his dick stickin' up like a flag pole."

Ole BJ must a been waitn' for somebody, Rod thought to himself.

"Called out his name," Rod continued, "But he didn't move and
didn't have no pulse. Knew he was dead. Looked around a bit, but
but I couldn't find his clothes so I called you on my cell phone."

"You did right by calling me...., saved an embarrasing scene.
While you went to tell Emma the news, I was able to finish the
autopsy and prepare Beau's body for viewing and burial."  James
sipped his drink and said, "Good thing Emma and the family didn't
want to see the body before I put it in the coffin.  Beau died of
a heart attack.  What I told the newspaper is absolutely true....
there was no foul play.  When he died though, Beau was in a state
of sexual arousal.  Had to tape his penis to his stomach or",
James laughed, "or order a special one-of-a-kind coffin."

Rod laughed nervously along with James, finished his drink and
said, "Gettin' late, I best be goin' home."

"Stay on a bit.  Have another drink.  There's more to tell and I
have to wait for lab reports tonight. I sent body fluids and
tissue samples to a friend of mine for analysis.  He'll be faxing
a complete report within the hour.  We've been friends for a long
time Rod so I'll tell you what I already know from the autopsy.
I haven't decided if I should include what I found in my official
report.  I hardly knew Beau, but you grew up together.  Maybe you
can shed some light on some curious things.

Beau's stomach was empty, Rod, except for oh about a cup of
fluid which I pumped out and analysed myself.  Beau had a belly
full of semen, fresh semem, one or two hours old.  His mouth and
throat too Rod, fresh sperm cells coated the tissues.  Do you
have any idea how Beau could have ingested, ah, gotten sperm in
his belly and mouth?"

Rod's eyes glazed over as if he were in a far away place. "Maybe
I will have just one more drink", he finally said reaching for
the bottle.  "Maybe he was ah, um, masterba, aw jeez you know,
jerkin' off and he tasted..., oh fuck Jimmy, why you askin' me?"

"I'm asking because you were his friend and if you're suggesting
that Beau liked to ah, taste his own sperm then I got no problem
with that. It's not as unusual as you might think.  Medical
literature cites cases of boys, men too, with a sperm fetish.
Males who like to ejaculate, or as you put it Rod, jerk off, and
drink their own sperm.  A recent study indicates that the long
term ingestion of sperm may be habit forming and even addictive."

"Addictive?  Like drug addiction? Like a persons gotta su....um,
gotta have uh, a person could become a cum junkie? "Yeah," Rod
said, "Beau had a, what'd you call it, a sperm fetish.  A sperm
fetish like you just said and he musta ejaculated and swallowed
down his sperms."

"Maybe so, Rod. Maybe so," James said slowly as he reached for
a small glass beaker and a set of measuring spoons.  "Let's do a
little experiment.  This here's a one cup container and this
spoon, this spoon meaures out one teaspoon worth of liquid.
We'll see how many spoonfuls of water it takes to fill the cup.
You with me on this Rod?  I'll dip the water and you keep count."

Rod started counting as the coroner dipped and spilled the water,
a teaspoon at a time into the one cup container.  "...Twenty two,
twenty three, twenty four...... sixty two, sixty three, sixty
four.  OK that's it, the cup is filled.  We just proved it takes
sixty four teaspoons to fill the cup, so what."

James said with a satisfied look on his face, "You got any idea
how much semen the average male produces when he ejaculates?"

Rod laughed and said,  "I don't know 'bout average, but my wife
tells me I cum like a horse."

"I'm sure you do Rod, but the average male," James paused to
catch the sheriff's's eye, "The average male ejaculates, cums,
approximately one teaspoon of semen.  One teaspoon Rod! How many
teaspoons did it take to fill that container?"

Rod looked sick as he said, "Sixty four."  He saw where this
was leading.

"Right, sixty four teaspoons, and sixty four teaspoons of semen
is what I found in Beau's belly.  Sixty four men ejaculated into
Beau's mouth.  Beau swallowed the semen from sixty four men, not
more than two hours before he died!"

"Cocksucker broke his own record," Rod mumbled under his breath.

"Also found pubic hair. Dark and wiry pubic hair in Beau's mouth,
and stuck in his teeth."

"Cocksucker mouth," the sheriff mumbled again.  "He called it
cocksucker mouth."

"Huh? Oh, and that's not all," James continued. "His bowels too
were filled with sperm. Not just the lower intestine, but all the
way up into the small intestine."  The coroner thumbed through
a book on anatomy until he found the page he wanted.  "Look at
this Rod.  This is the picture of a normal rectum, pink and
puckered.  This is picture of Beau's rectum, not so pink is it?
And his anal opening measures exactly 2.49 centimeters, almost
one inch.  Something mighty big and fat's been going in and out
of Beau's ass, for a very long time, to cause his asshole to
stretch out like that."

For nearly thirty years, Rod Parker had protected the reputation
of his boyhood friend, Beauregard Jackson Sumner III. Beau was a
homosexual, a slave to cock.  Cock had ruled his life from the
time he was a teenager.  Now that Beau was dead, Rod felt bound
to protect his widow, Emma, and his son, Cole, from the truth.

"James", he said settling back in his chair.  "Pour us both
another drink and I'll tell you a story."