Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2007 23:15:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student 37

My life as a whoring student part 37 by Aihu Fist

I waited for the cop but not long.

-Here put this on, he said, and threw my clothes in my hands.

He didn't walk away as I got dressed. He had a blue travel bag for me, in
which I found a blanket a piece of soap and a toothbrush.

-From your friend the nurse, he smiled.

-Now zid (move), the car is waiting.

I don't know why I didn't see the doctor anymore; it looked like I got
kidnapped from here. The cop held his hand in my neck pushing me ahead as
if he feared to meet any staff that could stop me from leaving. To my
surprise it wasn't a police car at all, but an ordinary Peugeot. No soul to
be seen in the area within the infirmary, he had really chosen the right
time. I realized he was not in uniform. He locked the doors and told the
driver to drive fast.  We zipped through the city and ended up driving
through what looked like a Portuguese castle with a huge gate with very
heavy wooden doors that closed straight behind us.

-Follow me, the cop said.

    We walked through an office, which smelled very musty. A door opened
and we descended along a metal winding staircase. Below I heard a lot of
coughing and shouting.

    When at last we stopped, I was facing an angry mob behind bars, old and
young faces and two guards dressed in a long robe with a belt in heir hands
lashing out at the men behind bars. Soon it was quiet when they saw me. It
was really dark around me; only a few candles and one little bulb on the
ceiling gave light to the place. The clothes I had on were pajamas like the
ones I wore at home. I was glad I had something on and even though it let
most of the cold through, I felt less vulnerable. I was bare footed and I
looked around and bewildered as if I could escape with the help of the cop.

-The door of one of the cells creaked when I opened up. The cop said: -
Zid.

-Mes chers prisonniers, vous-avez un nouveau voisin. Il est Belge et tres
joli. (Dear prisoners, you have a new neighbour he is Belgian and very
handsome).

    I couldn't see a thing as I moved through a sea of people in there. It
was over crowded. They said nothing, just murmured in Arabic. The cell door
slammed in its lock and the guard left. Then next the guard with the belt
in his hand left us too and switched off the light. It was day outside but
here it was night perpetually, it was like a dungeon. There was barely room
for sitting, so we all stood or leaned against the wall. Now the voices
grew louder.

-Esmek (what's your name)? I heard someone ask next to me.

-Alex, I said.

   I started breathing heavily and I was very uncomfortable. The pain in my
ass had subsided, I touched it gently and it had perfectly healed, I
guess. The breath of the boys or men around me was one of garlic and
spices. The boy who asked my name wore nothing, absolutely nothing. I knew
because my hand brushed his skin accidentally. He said nothing but his
name.

-Ali, is my name.

    As I wanted to shake his hand I brushed other bodies, they were naked
too. I didn't know what to do or think. How many were in here? And what
for?

Fortunately, I could speak a bit of Arabic, but what purpose would it
serve?

-You have clothes on, Ali said.

-Yes, I just left the hospital.

  Apparently the others had heard this too. Before long I had hands
tripping over the rim of my pants looking for the waistband.

-Get them off, a hoarse voice said.

Another pair of hands was at my sleeves of my pajama jacket.

-Yes, get your clothes off. You are no better than us.

-You must listen to them, Ali said, otherwise they get angry.

    I didn't fight anyone, from below one was busy pulling down my
trousers, I lifted my feet and gone was everything I had. The pajamas fled
like an escaping snake into the darkness through the cell, and I had no
clue about who was going to use them.

-They are mine, an older, voice barked, back off or...

    Someone got a slap in the face and the victim yelped like a
puppy. There was laughter and giggles of contentment from the others. It
got pretty scary, so many naked bodies together. I got hungry and thirsty
and told Ali so. Wrong move of mine. How could I trust this guy so fast?

-He is hungry, he told everyone in Arabic.

-You come here I got some bread for you, but it is a bit hard and old, a
croaky voice spoke.

I heard the voice but I didn't move.

-He's coming Ali, shouted.

Ali had both hands on me and pushed me forward.

-Go, now he is the boss in here.

    Strangely enough, my body was getting extremely hot; I reckoned it was
body heat all around me that had warmed me up. I reached the centre of the
cell, I guess, it was like walking through a cornfield and feeling the
leaves caress my thighs, but they weren't hands. They were hands of the
prisoners. They went everywhere: over my knees, inner thighs, buttocks,
nipples, shoulders, waist, but nobody touched my penis or anything really
private until one coarse hand got hold off my scrotum.

The hand was tampering with my balls as if they were marbles.

-They are big and hard, he said upon which the inmates laughed again.

-What about mine? He asked.

-Touch them Alex.

-They are huge, sir.

-Huge and sir, I like that, boy. And you are hungry? You know what, there
is lots to eat here and to drink and you got it all to yourself for as long
you are with us.

-Where, sir?

-Where Alex? Here in front of you to begin with.

    As he said this three young male bodies pinned me to my haunches and
plugged my face onto his huge cock and ate. The cock was indeed old game,
growing in girth but extremely chewy.

-We got ourselves a hungry white slave in here, boys. Don't worry; you all
get your turns, but me first.

    Because of the darkness, the boss couldn't possibly know everything. I
chewed his cock slowly and all of a sudden I had an intrusive finger
uprooting my anus. Another hand found my cock from below my right thigh. I
began to moan instantly, which of course made the boss think that I really
enjoyed his shriveled up rod. The moaning encouraged the fingers to dig
deeper and broaden the tunnel. Fingers were fighting with other fingers
following the first intruders. I inched forward nearly chewing too hard on
the fleshy cock wrap up. The whispering and murmur swelled to a very
exciting soundtrack, had this been a movie, but it was plain reality and I
was the doing the lead part of it. The cock began to feel a bit randy and I
had the impression that he wouldn't hold it any longer. As matter of fact
he had a hard struggle in coming so I presume he wasn't really much older
than the head I was sucking. In his sixties? Sure that was what his dick
felt like.

-Don't worry about him, the man with the hard fingers said. He can't fuck
any of us, but he is old and we have to respect him. He does it for his own
prestige among us.

How do you feel about my piano fingers? What if they let my eleventh finger
come in for a change?

I cramped and made my sphincter squint.

-No, don't make it worse for yourself by closing the gate, we will all
break in at one point. Now easy, I will remove my three fingers, I think
they prepared you well enough for this.

   In the flick of a thought the fingers were gone, I mean those guy's
fingers. His body smell wafted into my nostrils.

-Give me some space too, a young voice complained.

-Ok. Then here he is all yours, the one who was licking my balls said.

-Ouch, I piped, when fingers planted his full-grown Arab cock into my
portal.

As he humped I got deeper over the old man's declining meat pole. He
admitted defeat and pulled out.

-You he said, shoot your precious young semen in him while I can still rub
my cock in his hair.

    And yes, a stiffer cock thrust through my wavering lips and proceeded
like he's never done anything else. The hands came from allover; they
pinched me in my skin, grabbed my Adam's apple as if they were going to rip
it out of my throat. Finally the guy in my back door bounced against my
buttocks staggering and cursing me at the same time while the others
laughed at his clumsy fuck demonstration. Then next the guy in front shut
my mouth with both hands and had himself a party shooting all the cream
slithering down my dry tongue. As I said I couldn't lie down, but somehow
they made space to pin me down against the wall. We were all blind through
the lack of light, but hands could make up for a lot of eyes.

-Who's next, the old man shouted.

-I said another voice full of lust.

I recognized that voice...it couldn't be true. Was that Paul?

-Don't you move your butt? The man said in cracking tone.

Just pretend you don't know me.

-Is it you Paul?

-Yes, who else.

-How did you end up here?

-Some of the kids betrayed me; I was turned in for smoking pot. Now keep
your face to the wall and don't speak my name no more. You must do what
they want from you, you hear. I will show them that I am no faggot;
otherwise my old crack will be a hit here as well.

    As he said this, he rubbed his long thin cock up my crack which I had
parted with both hands to make it easier for both of us.

-Please, do it gently.

-I always wanted to fuck you, Alex, you know it. But you are a stubborn
brat. We could have been in the States by now as father and son.

His warm velvet like meat pierced me and search a warm nesting ground
within me.

-Is that hot enough for you Alex?

-Yes, it is OK, at least you are not a rapisssssst, ouch, go slower please.

-What is this crust here?

-They stitched me up in the hospital where I was raped several times.

-God, you really let yourself be raped don't ya?

-Shut up, just do your business.

But Paul was not allowed to come in me. The jail door crept open and in
came the ward.

-Alex! Where is Alex? He shouted.

-They want you again, good luck to you.

The ward got me out of the cell, naked.

-You look much better naked than with those silly pajamas, Alex, the ward
said.

Follow me.

    He grabbed my arm and led me through a long dark corridor. We both
dissapeared in there. Nothing but concrete walls surrounded us. On the wall
opposite the door I discerned two long ropes hanging from a two metal
rings.

-Arms in the air, the ward said.

    My wrists got tied up in both hanging ropes. He went and came back with
a bucket filled with cold water, which he poured over my head and body.

Again he went and came back with a huge bottle. That too he poured out over
me and over himself. A small beam of light came through from a window in
the ceiling. He was not that old, but very hairy and his cock was standing
straight up like a proud warrior ready for battle.

-Now you gleam like a young eel, Alex, he said. And I too look like
something very fishy. Why don't we become friends and play around a bit?
Skin to skin, cock-to-cock and then cock to ass like this.

   He picked up my legs and drew them around his waist. He was getting
dangerously close to my crack. The tip of the uncut cock thrilled with
anticipation.

-You can sit on it; it will hold you up like a stool. Let's see. Mmh yes,
like this, oh my god how easy I get in you, it is a pleasure to ride
you. Mmh yes, oh yes take it deeper and deeper. You are the best I ever
seen and fucked. Your white skin is of the gods sent and preserved for
me. I am a good guard and will take care of you every day. Thank Allah, he
provides me with the best.

    He kept moving his hips from left to right and grinding with subtle
friction stirring my anus ring into uncontrollable pulsating. It felt I was
going to squeeze off his cock head. I must say I have gotten so used to cut
Muslim cocks that I thought they were probably the best in the whole world.
He began to shudder and shake, speeding up his copulation movements in me
and then it happened, he shot so many times it seemed he hadn't had sex for
a long time, but I guess he was just a very well equipped thrity something.

He lowered my legs and let me hang there.

-You must wait, Alex, my boss has a hunkering for you too. Later I will
escort you back to your cell. By the way, the consul knows you are
here. But he is new and has no authority. I think my boss will not let you
go that easily. You could be indicted for possession of chocolate.

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