Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 22:18:58 -0600 From: Jason B. Subject: The Prison Car, Part 1 The Prison Car, Part 1 In the summer between 8th grade and high school, my parents thought it'd be a good idea if I spent some time with my Grandmother. I'd been going to Grandma's off and on since I was eight, usually spending a month of summer vacation with her at her house in a small town about an hour's drive from Atlanta. My folks figured that this would be the last year of my visits, so at the end of Grandma's spring visit to our house off I went on the return train trip to her house. The spring weather had been cold so far, and June 5th was no different; except maybe for the light, cool mist that fell. We left Union Station in Chicago at about 9:00 in the morning on what promised to be a 15 hour ride. I took a window seat with Grandma next to me; I watched the cornfields with 10" high corn stalks for hours as we lurched along. At about the six hour mark, the train slowed for awhile, but never stopped. We had entered a rail yard next to a huge building that was obviously a prison. We crept past a siding where a train car stood; Four armed guards milled around the car. It looked like one of the baggage cars on our train, but it had windows; actually openings with bars on them. After our train had passed this siding it stopped. The train then reversed direction for fifty feet or so, there was a bump, and the train started south again, slowly at first. I saw the armed men leave in gray cars. I was dying to know what or who was in that new car, and so bored that I told my Grandma I'd be back, and went investigating. What I saw when I got back there was amazing. Along one side of the prison car was a cage! A barred area actually that ran about 3/4 of the way back, and a little over halfway across. There were at least a dozen, maybe more, prisoners inside. At the far end of the car was a lone guard, with a rifle or shotgun. I tried , but the lurching of the train, and my desire not to be spotted kept me from seeing more. I spied on the car for about an hour when the guard put his gun on a rack, and started heading toward me, and fast! He came too fast for me to run, so I got over as far as I could to one side by the couplers. I ducked my head, and I felt the air as he rushed past me. I saw as he walked away that he was a large black man, very athletic. I then turned my attention back toward the prisoner's car. I leaned right up to the door, and found out too late that it hadn't latched yet after the guard came through. One lurch of the train, and I was in! Not that I wanted to be. The men there were as shocked as I was. No one made a sound for about five seconds until, "SHIT...lookit the muthafuckin white boy" they all started in "what's dis shit? Why you bringin you ass in here for muthafucka?" "You gonna get us out?" They all talked at once...yelled really, I was freaked. I started to back away. One man walked up slowly to the bars closest to me, he spoke slowly, quietly: "It's okay man, you ain't gonna get hurt here...we cool witch you young man." A second man spoke, as I relaxed, "What you finna do for us dude?" "you want ta hep me wit dis?" He had his dick out, holding it up toward me! "I'll give you some, white boy" a third man said. I actually had time now to take in this scene: 16 or 17 men; all black, all in prison gray work clothes; 5 or 6 were now exposing themselves to me, several already getting hard. This really was confusing to me. I thought they were all tough guys; they looked really rough, like killers or worse. But here they were acting queer...or like they thought I was a girl, or something. This was twisted, and I was gettin' out of there. The train lurched again, I was pitched forward, my shoulder hit the bars hard. As I reached to the pain in my shoulder, a powerful forearm hooked right around the back of my neck! He pulled my face right up to the bars, and then down, until I was forced to my knees...my face painfully squeezed between two bars. My face was in their cage, right up to my ears! "Now, you don't have to go baby, we havin fun" The man who spoke had his cock out and hard, about a foot from my face. I tried not to look at their cocks before, but I was staring at his now, as it wagged and came closer. I hadn't seen many hard dicks before but this one was unusual, at least to me. About 8 or 9" long, but flat! It curved to the right and slightly down. The shaft was black, but the big, wide dickhead was light colored. It was 2" from my face and I thought it looked like a cobra. There was shiny fluid at the tip, that left a trail of slime as the cock wagged across my face. I was smelling this dick now, and it's precum. He smeared the goo over my lips as he tried to get the snake-dick into my mouth. I tried to scream...and took the prick down to my tonsils! "That's it baby, suck dat dick" I tried to pull away, but he just got more of it in me. "Come on white boy, you know you want dat big black dick...suck it for me baby, and I'll let you go" "Yeah, muthafucka you stay here, and you gonna have a whole mess o' dick to suck." the others hooted. "suck that dick, bitch!" "my big dick is next, white boy" Two men reached around the bars next to my head, and held my head firmly in place as Snake fucked it all the way in. I felt my nose being rubbed raw in his wiry pubic hair. I stayed that way, thick saliva coating the cock, cock fucking into my throat...again and again, until ...nothing I was looking straight up at the roof of the car, a loud buzzing in my head; I had been unconscious! How long? Wait, something else...a gun? The guard! Pointing an automatic pistol right at my nose! "What the fucks wrong with you boy?" "Are you trying to die today?!" I started to speak, and choked; to my horror, it was clear that the snake-dick had deposited a load of it's sperm down my throat; I couldn't taste anything, but I had cum in me. "What I oughta do, you little asshole, is put you in with these animals" "But what I'm gonna do is hand you over to the cops at the station we're pullin into." "Please! NO! Officer, please! Why?" "Oh, and like you think there's no law against sneaking into a federal mobile prison facility and suckin dick for the prisoners?" "I-I didn't..I wasn't..I mean.." "No, and that's not cum in your fuckin mouth" "But..I can't...my Grandma" Somehow, I had to get out of this. "Y'all shoulda seen that muthafucka, Cap'n- two strokes and he was all the way down this fuckers big-ass dick!" "Yeah, dat white kid can suck some dick!" "You see son, you done got these men all riled up-how am I gonna calm 'em down for the rest of this fuckin ordeal?" "Cap'n..why don't you get some?" "He'll suck dick for you if you don't take him off the train" "Fuck yes! then he can suck some more dick for us" I felt sick...me, a cocksucker? But right now, all I saw was a chance to avoid the biggest humiliation of my life...I had to go back and take my seat next to Grandma, even if I had to become a cocksucker first. The guard stared me straight in the eye. "You want some, boy?" (Part 2 upon request)