Memories_of_a_Night_in_Jail - 3. Chapter 3

Manuel was teaching me some nasty words in French

I passed the night with a blank mind. I had not any dream, not any awakening alarmed or something. I awoke with the first light that was coming from the window. I was not recalling at this moment the possibility of being freed today. Being in a jail was becoming natural. I had not been feeling much freedom in my life. I was used to do promptly anything ordered to me. Then, the time I had spent in jail was to me like being in a state of freedom, for nobody was giving me orders. I only missed to eat some fruit. I was craving for some fruit. So, withing the limitations of space and a lack of sunshine, to be jailed was something well known and mostly sure; while being out freed would be like walking in unknown and dangerous territories. What would be my fate outside this gray walls?

It occurred to me that I needed to feel sure. I was fearing the world outside. Perhaps I was a little depressed. This word do not existed yet. They were used mostly other words like sadness, or melancholy, or even the most modern one, a Freudian word in vogue then, neurosis. Then, using the fashionable word, I was feeling a little neurotic.

The happiness the black man had injected in my blood had already been exhausted. And I had not any chance to find another black man full of energy and power to inject me another dose of male cream. Then, Manuel, the boy that was with me in the cell was as poor in male power as me. He could not help me, and neither I could help him. We were both like needy.

I was worrying about what would I do when would be free. I hated to be so ignorant, then I asked Manuel for some hints about what I could do when I would be freed.

“You seem to know a lot about life in this country.” I asked him.

“I’ve been for two years here. ”

“Then... I would like to able to... communicate with people here. Can you help me?”

“Well, at least you have to know a little French. ‘Tu parles français?.’ ”

“Oui, mais un petit peu.” (Yeah, but very little).

“To know a little is better than nothing.”

“Yeah.”

“With educated people you could speak more or less in French.”

“Yep. Then?”

"Then... you should know some useful phrases... just in case.”

"Useful phrases.”

"Yeah. Salacious words.”

"You mean... dirty words?”

"Of course. You are going to live here for a while. Then... you have not other assets than your ass, I mean... your pretty face.”

"You mean I am... just pretty?”

"You know that well. Then... you got a blond hair, and it is supposed you have a white tight ass.”

"A tight ass?”

"A pert hot one.”

"Then, you mean it?”

"Yeah. I mean it.”

"Oh, my god! I am a little scared.”

"Then you have to hear often words like, ‘je veux te baiser’, by example.”

"Repeat it.”

"Je veux te baiser. It means... I want to fuck you.”

"I thought ‘baiser’ was to kiss.”

"It is to kiss. But it depends on... With educated people, ‘baiser’ means a kiss. But outside civilized manners, the most common meaning of ‘baiser’ is to fuck.”·

"Is it that?”

"It is like to get or to take. These verbs mean to hold something in your hand, but it also means to fuck someone either male or female.”

"Uuuuh! I never heard.”

"Then, this can also be said in a different way like, ‘je veux te foutre’. It sounds like ‘je vai te footre’.”

"Je veux te foutre? It seems... well, it seems I had heard this one.”

"Probably. A variation of this is ‘je veux foutre ton cule’. But the phrase is less used for it is too large. The word “cule” sounds like cool; and this is the ass.”

"I see. I knew this word.”

"You probably had heard something with the world ‘cule’ in in the end. It sounds like ‘cool’.”

"Yeah. I heard something like that, as I passed.”

"Where?”

"When I was in Tangier. Some guys said phrases with the word ‘cule’ as a passed neaby.”

"They can say, ‘tu as un bon cule’, ‘je veux prend ton cule’, ‘je aime ton cule’, ‘laisse moi prend ton cule’, etc. There can be many variations with word “cule” is ‘je veux t’enculer’ that means the same thing.”

"Je veux t’enculer.”

"It’s a reference to ‘le cule’. To fuck your ass.”

"Easy to remember.”

"Other important word can be... ‘souce ma bite’ that means... suck my dick. This ‘bite’ word sounds like ‘bit’. The phrase sounds like ‘soose mah bit’.”

"Oh, my god! My mind is going to explode.”

"You do not want to learn more?” Asked Manuel.

"Oh, no. One never knows enough.”

"There are some words of interest, like buttocks, in French is said ‘fesses’. You see?”

He grabbed me by an arm and pulled me down to side on to the floor. As I was with my head on the floor, he slapped on my butts, saying,

"Ça. C’est sont les fesses.” These are the butts.

I laughed at the way he was teaching me. I would never forget this phrase, ‘c’est sont des fesses’.

"Unbutton your trousers.” He said.

I did it, then he said, “take your dick out.”

I did it. Then he grabbed my dick and said,

"Remember this little thing here is ‘ta bite’. Your pecker.”

I giggled. He entered his hand by a leg of my underwear and cupped at my balls. His hand felt warm. I loved the feeling.

"And these are ‘les couilles’. You got it? Ce sont les couilles.”

He moved his hand up and down with my balls in his hand saying,

"C’est son les couilles. C’est son tes couilles. Would you remember this word, ‘les couilles’? Will you?”

"I will remember them well.”

"Then, you did not know that? Did you?”

"No, they do not taught this sort of French in high school.”

"There some phrases with ‘lâcher’ that means to lick. So, it makes phrases like ‘lâche mon cul’. I know that this is in extremely gross phrase.”

"Oh my! I cannot believe I heard all this!”

"What can’t you believe?”

"That I’m learning all this stuff. My god! If my mum would hear me telling any of these nasty words she would rub on my tongue with a coarse scrubber.”

"This is life. You had fallen to the bottom.”

"To what bottom?”

"To the bottom of the social rank.”

"Have I? Why?”

"Social rank means money. You have not money, you are pure rubbish. You have to sell yourself to eat.”

"I will have to sell myself?”

"Yeah. But you are lucky.”

"Why am I lucky?”

"You have a rare beauty and you look still a younger lad.”

"Is that important to be young?”

"Yeah. This is the time you look more feminine. Then, you can be used as a surrogate female.”

"But why?”

"Available females are scarce.”

"Scarce? Are not they half the population?”

"Yea. But they are guarded. They are rarely available for sex. Then, taking pretty boys like you... would give them the illusion of fucking a girl.”

"You said the illusion?”

"Yeah. Some males accumulate a great deal of sexual frustrations. They are often horny, because do not fuck enough.”

"They do not... well, are not enough whores?”

"You need money to fuck whores. And young people do not have it.”

"Do not have it.”

"No. That’s why they often had fucked his friends.”

"They fuck his friends?”

"They fuck those that are younger or sweeter.”

"Those that are sweeter?”

"Yeah. Sweetness is a sign of femininity. It is like being shy, or weaker. Then, those are like girls. And can be used as if they were girls.”

"Well, I had friend that was so strong... that I wanted to serve him, in case he needed. But he never needed me.”

"He had a girlfriend for this.”

"No he had not.”

"Well, this is an abnormal case. Some males do not have sexual urges.”

"They had not?”

"Well, answer yourself the question. Had he ever told you how much he needed to screw something?”

"No. I was once watching him in awe, for he was such a strong boy... He had taken off his shirt... and I was like drooling. Then I took a drawing pad I had and asked him, can I make a draw of you? He said yeah. He was flattered I wanted to make a draw of him.”

"Did you make a draw of him?”

"Yeah. As I was drawing... I asked him, can you put the leg this way? And so on. A little later I dared to ask him, would you mind to take off your trousers? I can draw you in underwear. He took of his trousers and I was drooling watching him wearing only his underwear.”

"Did he fucked you?”

"I was not so lucky. He was flattered that I was drooling as I was watching him in his underwear. Then I did not dare to ask him any more, like taking off his underwear, or something else.”

"And he did not give any hint of... wanting... he had not an urge or something? It was a hot day.”

"His only weakness was to feel flattered that I was worshiping him. That was all. We never did anything.”

"You had been disappointed.”

"Yeah. That’s why I ended fleeing home. Now I understand it made a stupid decision, but nothing can be changed at this moment.”

"Yeah. It was a stupid decision. But why did you not go after another strong male? There had to be lots and lots of horny boys where you lived.”

"Well, I was timid. I was not good at approaching strong boys, for I was so weak and so girlish in appearance... then this strong one, Antoine, has come from France. Then someone presented him to me, and he took a great interest at me easily. It was the first strong guy that talked to me, then I got hooked at him so easily.”

"You fall in love with him?”

"It was not instantly. At first I was not aware of being in love. But I was passing more time with him, I was getting a little horny thinking of him. Then, he had a group like a small band of boys from the hood, and he made them to go hiking on the mountains, like he was training them to make a small army to fight Franco’s dictatorship. Then he accepted me in his group of future soldiers.”

"He was the leader?” Asked Manuel.

"Yeah. He was the leader. They had a lot of patience when I was going up a steep slope. I was trudging up and panting going up, and they sat on the floor sniggering softly at my efforts. They encouraged me a lot for my trudging. I then sat with them for a while to rest. Then, after I had recovered my normal breath, we continued hiking by trails not so steep on a mountain.”

"It was like a little army?”

"Yeah. Like a band or something. During the nights, we slept in stone cabins. I was wishing Antoine had asked me to sleep near him, but he always chose to sleep alone, apart from the rest of the troupe. Then I tried my chance with someone else. But boys were too tired of hiking and none had any interest in playing sex with me, they didn’t need any sex. In several occasions I tried with a few of them, but they were not interested.”

"Yeah. That’s why I think... not all males are craving for a cunt.”

Oh, my god! I was shocked with this word. How he dared? Well, we were in a jail. These sort of words can only be heard in a jail. Nevertheless I tried to look mundane and feigned not to mind of this word. So, I asked,

"No all males are craving for a... but some others are?” I asked.

"Of course. Some others are. Some feel the urge for hole whatever.”

"Whatever?”

"Yeah. When they are horny don’t mind is the cunt of a girl or the ass of a boy.”

"I see. Not all males had the urge of... doing this. But if they had an urge they do not mind who is on the bottom.”

"Yeah. That’s it. They don’t mind, as long ad the boy looks like a girl, or feels like a girl. But this is so, for the hornier of the males.”

"What means horny?” I asked naively.

"It means... horniness. Horny is a state in which a mail is craving to screw. In some people can be very strong, in others is very weak. Then, only those horny enough need a cunt, or a surrogate cunt, like the ass of a cute boy.”

"That’s all?”

"Not. That’s not all. Other males are also horny in the sense... that they need to be screwed, like you well know.”

"Do I know it?”

"Well, you have to know it. You saw the young black man, and you did not stopped till he screwed your ass, wasn’t it this way?”

"Well... er... yeah. It was like this.”

"Then, tell me back. I want to see you understood.”

"Well... some males crave for screwing a cunt, and some others like me, crave to be screwed by a great piece of hard meat.”

"Yeah. You are one of those that need to be screwed.”

I was blushing a little at these words. I never had faced the facts up in front of me as now, so clear now before my eyes.

We remained quiet for a while. But I was getting a little nervous. This guy, Manuel, was a well of knowledge and I was so ignorant.

"I would like to know some words of Arabic. You know some Arabic?”

"Well, I can teach a some phrases and useful words.”

"Will you? Thanks a lot, Manuel.”

"Then, remember that we are all alone in this world. If your life improves, and it surely will, for you are a beauty, then if you found me, I would be probably in need. Then, you have to remember that we are colleagues and that we ought to help each other, right?”

"Right. I’ll be obliged to help you. The one who would be the better would had to help the other.”

Then, Manuel started to teach me some words of Arabic. I am not going to bore you with all this teaching.

End of the Third Part

To be continued.