Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2003 08:12:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: raoul raoul <desertson4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: raoul-and sergio 4

The next morning, my father seemed a bit on edge.  Juan and I performed out
morning ritual with rather gallant expertise but after dad had shot his
load in our mouths, he said that he had to hurry out to the airport (seeing
that me lived so far away from everything.)  Yet after he left, Juan and I
both agreed that we could feel him a bit tense.

"And you have no idea who he is?" Juan asked me as we were cleaning out the
pool.

"None ... never even heard the mention of his name before.  But you're
right, he dad tense.  We'll see what happens when this Mbato character gets
here," I said.  When we finished cleaning the pool, we both went into one
of the guest rooms that my dad had asked up to prepare for his friend.  He
had chosen the burgundy colored room for Mbato, seeing that it was the only
room, after my father's, to have a custom made bed the size of a football
field.

The day passed rather quickly, with Juan and I even forgetting to fuck each
other and at around six in the evening, we heard dad's car pull up.  Juan
and I were out by the pool finishing the last of our tan, when I saw my
father lead the way carrying a suitcase.  And the man who followed him up
the stairs into the house was like no other I had ever seen: he was huge.
He was bald.  He was Black.  And walking up the steps, he was shirtless,
wearing only sharp looking brown slacks and dress shoes.  From where we
sat, Mbato looked quite a bit like the actor who played the prisoner in the
Stephen King movie version of The Green Mile.

About fifteen minutes later, both men came out of the house and walked
toward us at the pool.  Juan's jaw literally dropped when he caught sight
of Mbato who was now wearing an African batik style cloth tightly wrapped
around his waist.  My father had on a pair of faded red shorts and Juan and
I were both naked.

"These are my boys," dad said to Mbato.  "This is my son Raoul," he
introduced me.  I got up and placed my small hand in his large one.

"Hello, and welcome to New Mexico sir," I said.

"Why thank you, young man.  Though drop the 'sir'.  Mbato will do. And
those to whom I get very close, call me 'M'..." he said giving me a quick
wink.

"And this is Juan," continued my dad, "A close friend of the family.  Very
close friend," my dad smiled as Juan rose to shake Mbato's hand as well.

"And very nice looking friend, I might add," Mbato said giving Juan a big
smile.

Finally, my dad concluded, "Guys, this is Mbato, one of my closest friends
when I was your age, Raoul ..."

Juan and I sat back down on the edge of the pool, our feet dangling in the
water and Mbato and dad made themselves comfortable in the surrounding
lounge chairs.  If my father, the tallest of the three of us, was about 6
feet 2inches, Mbato must have been at least 7 feet tall.  And was almost
twice as wide as my dad.  The man was a giant.  And a beautiful giant at
that.  As he sat there, I observed his features in detail: thick lips,
generous eyes, slick round, bald head, beautiful hands and feet, copious
thighs ... I could just imagine that his cock must have been rather well
proportioned as well.

We were all silent for a few minutes when Mbato told my dad that he could
use a whiskey.  I immediately got up and said I would go get drinks for
everyone, but Mbato raised his hand for me to stay right there.

"You're father and I go a long way back, son.  We have our own relationship
- which was cut off by him marrying your mother.  Now I am here to pick up
were our friendship left off, ok?"  He then turned to my father, "Sergio,
two ice cubes with the whiskey and a glass of water, remember?"

"I do, Mbato," and my dad started to walk into the house.

"And get rid of those silly looking shorts!" Mbato yelled after him.

Juan and I sat in the light of the setting sun without saying a word.  And
neither did Mbato question us about anything.  He just sat there, his legs
well spread, the cloth of his batik stretched out to its fullest, hands
behind his head, waiting for his drink.

When my father returned with a tray, he was naked.

"Very nice, Sergio.  You're still as handsome as ever.  And still the most
beautiful cock I have yet to see."

"Still, huh?" asked my father as he handed him his drink.

"Yes ... still," replied Mbato as he wrapped his hand around it, making it
disappear as if by magic. "I think I impress your boys," he added.  "They
haven't said a word since we got here."

"Gentlemen?" said my dad.  "How about we make my friend here feel welcome?"

Impressed was an understatement.  And once my father had spoken, neither
Juan nor I moved from our spots, mesmerized by Mbato's size and beauty but
also by the way he acted with my dad.  Worse, how my dad acted with him.

"Let's show them the way, you and I," suggested Mbato as he wrapped his arm
around my father's ass and pulled him closer. He then whispered, "I missed
you, Sergio ..."

"Yeah .. so did I, my dark lover, so did I..."

And having said that, my father kneeled in front of M and undid the wrap
that covered his crotch.  This revealed a long cock of about that must have
been at least 10 inches long.  It was a cut cock with a hard vein running
along it's topside and a beautiful slit at its end - a slit that my father
was now busy flicking with his tongue.

"Ah ... Sergio my love ... still know how to make your M feel good ..." M
said as he let his head fall back over the chair.

Juan and I were absolutely awed by the fact that my dad was in kneeling
front of this colossus.  Dad held M's dick with both hands and we watched
as the black cock got harder.

While my dad was working M's dick, the African giant spoke to us: "Your
father here used to be my personal pussy ... whenever I couldn't get any
real ones, that is.  I don't know how he is now, but he used to be a good
little slut ... a fine bitch and believe it or not, his ass could engulf my
entire cock, something which not even the horniest of African women could
do.  Isn't that right, Sergio?"

My dad shook his head as he now stopped licking the man's cock.  He turned
around to face us and sat right beneath M, with the black cock hanging over
his shoulder like a snake.

"Son, this man and his cock taught me everything I know," dad said to me.
"I used to worship the ground he walked on ... he was my model of virility
and ... well, now that you're back, M, you still are, lover."

"Of course I am, Sergio ..." M said caressing my father's hair with one
hand and his long shaft with the other.  "Why don't you remind me of how
much you loved me ..." he then said.  And with that, my father simply stood
up, bend forward and with one hand, guided M's cock into his ass.  Slowly,
Dad lowered his body inch by inch onto the shaft, letting out loud breaths
as he did so.

"Keep going ..." whispered M who was now pulling dad back by the shoulder.
"Take it al, my little white cunt ..."

And what Juan and I then saw was simply amazing: Mbato leaning back on his
chair with my dad, facing us, impaled on the man's cock.  Dad threw his
head back onto M's shoulder and the African caressed his chest as he did
so.  With a nod of the head, M motioned for us to come over, which we did.
Juan and I stood on each side of Mbato and he slid a a large firm hand into
our cracks, feeling them out fully.

"Oh, this is heaven ..." dad moaned at one point.  "Mbato ... my boys
... your cock .... this is pure heaven ...."

"Yes it is ..." agreed M.

Juan and I bent down simultaneously to kiss M's thick lips and he inserted
a finger into each of our holes.  "Nice loose cunts for M ... you'll each
get your turn, gentlemen .." he said and resumed our three way kiss.

After a few minutes, my father turned himself around slowly on M, the
African's cock still within him.  Once he had done so, the black giant got
up, holding my father by the ass.  Juan and I both watched as dad let his
body drop down backwards until his extended arms touched the concrete.

"You remembered ..." said M.

"Yeah ... and it's still as incredible as it was back then," dad replied.

"Only back then, I'd have one of my whores squat over your face as you ate
out her pussy, remember?  But since we don't have any African women with us
... Juan, squat on Sergio's face and let him eat your cunt thoroughly."

Juan obeyed.  The entire scene looked almost like a circus attraction with
the elephant and the acrobats in the same act.

"Now Raoul, come and suck on your father's cock ... make her cum, will
you?"



Her?  Is was the first time that I'd ever heard anyone call my dad by a
feminine pronoun.  And I think M must have guessed that since he repeated,
"Come on boy, give her the blowjob of a lifetime ... because I sure as hell
am going to fuck her senseless!"

So I did.  I approached my dad's arched body and took his cock in my mouth.
And I blew .. it was delicious.  I took his full 8 inch cock into my mouth
and bobbed my head up and down on it.

My father went wild.  His mouth was still working on Juan's hole but we
could hear him moan like a bitch in heat.  And his body was gesticulating
from the utter pleasure of it all.  M's ass went throbbing in and out of
his lover's cunt, Juan was masturbating and so was I when M said, "We all
cum in three minutes ..."

And at the appointed time, when we heard M shout "FUCK!", we all came,
filling and covering as much of my dad's body with sperm as we possibly
could.





Later that night, we were finishing our bottle of red wine in the living
room after dinner.  Dad was sitting in his love seat, I was at laying down
on the floor while he caressed my crotch with his foot and Mbato was
sitting on the couch, Juan's head on his lap as he laid alongside the
African.

"This is very nice, Sergio," Mbato said.  "I couldn't imagine life being
any better than this right now."

"Neither could I," smiled my dad.  "Save for perhaps the time you and I
went to Algeria and had those four arab men service us for two weeks..."

And they both went on to recount how they had gone to Oran on a business
trip years ago and had gone to the local hammam and tamed four solid
Algerians who were built like stallions.

"The problem with them was that they weren't into men, much less into me,"
M said.  "But arabs can be taught how to love black cock.  And they can be
taught how to love it up the ass."

"They sure can ...." agreed my dad.  "What was that guy's name?  The one
who swore he would kill me if I even as much touched his hole?  Omar!  That
was it!  Omar.  This guy must have been what - forty, forty five - gorgeous
man, one of the most beautiful arabs I've ever seen.  And I remember when I
came onto him, I stood behind him at the hammam and started to caress his
bare ass in front of everyone.  'I'm going to fuck you ...' I kept humming
in his ear.  'I'm going to make you see the stars in just a few minutes
...'  Shit ... I remember how he threw a sharp right into my gut and how I
flipped him over onto the marble floor and fucked him, right there in front
of everyone," dad finished.

"Yeah ... and from then on, Mbata picked up, "Whenever we walked into that
place, we had the pick of the litter .... they fucking loved it ... but not
as much as these two," M said looking over at Juan and me.

"Yes ... my son.  My own flesh and blood ..."

Upon hearing that, I crawled up on my dad and pressed my body against his:
crotch to crotch, mouth to mouth.  My dad moaned as he moved his hand
around my back and slid it to my crack.

"Very nice ..." we could hear Mbato say.

I then got up and stood in front of my dad, my ass facing the two men on
the couch.  He then raised his foot to my crotch and I grabbed it, slid it
in-between my crack and slowly inserted it into my hole.

"Wow ... Sergio, you and I never did that ..." Mbato said.

"Yes ... my own son, M.  My beautiful son's wide cunt ..."

Holding onto my dad's leg, I started to move up and down on his foot ... I
was i heaven.

"Fuck dad ...your going to make me shoot my load man ... yeah ... foot fuck
me dad ... make me your little slut ... show M how good of a pussy I have
.... show him dad ... show him your son ..."

Juan got up, hard as hell, and went over to my dad's love seat.  Facing M,
he got up on the seat, placed both his feet on each side, and squatted over
my dad's mouth.

"MMMM .. padre, eat my hole man.  Tear me apart padre mio ... Mbato .. you
enjoying the show?" Juan asked him.

"Very much ... three fine fucks giving me a great show ..." he said and
started to rub his long member.  "Juan, why don't you come over here and
give me a personal show, huh baby?  Come here ..."

So Juan got down and walked over to Mbato, standing in between his parted
legs as Sergio kept foot fucking his son.

"That's it, boy, dance for Mbato ... dance for me baby ... let me see your
muscles move ... that's right ... move around for your black cock ..work
for it baby" Mbato was almost hissing as he spoke.  "because you know who
your new master is going to be ... it's going to be this," he said shaking
his lengthy rod.  "It's going to be my cock, baby, and you won't be able to
get enough of it."

Juan kept dancing around, rubbing his body all over, moaning and letting
himself go fully knowing that when M would fuck him, he would indeed be
another man.  It was as if his dance was a ritualistic one.

Dad retrieved his foot from my gaping ass and I sat down next to him to
watch.

Juan's eyes were closed and he danced and M kept on hypnotizing him with
his words ... until at one point, M grabbed Juan by the waist and brought
the Mexican's ass to his mouth and, with his head shaking back and forth
like a lion trying to rip apart his meat, Mbato went to work on Juan's ass.

Juan was mad with desire.  Crazy with sexual passion for his new lover.

"You ready for me?" Mbato asked. "Open up your mind, Juanito, don't think
of your muscles ... think of your ass as simple flesh which I am not going
to penetrate.  It will part to let me in and you will finally see what a
real fuck is like.  Juan, I am going to make love to your tanned body ..."
and with that, he pushed the Mexican flat on the floor, and threw his body
on top.  Juan almost fully disappeared beneath the large black mass that
covered him.

"I'm going to make you a man, Juanito ..." moaned M.  "I am going to make
you a full fucking bitch of a man ..." and M arched his body up, grabbed
his rod, searched for the Mexican hole, and slowly guided it into Juan.

"Think of nothing else but the pleasure of my cock, Juan ... loosen it all
up for me baby ...that's it, you're doing great ... more, baby, more
... open up for daddy ... good!"  and the more he spoke, the more dad and I
saw his cock penetrate Juan.  Juan who was fully relaxed, surprisingly so,
as the African lord took up his insides.

"There you are ... that wasn't do bad, was it?" asked M once he had slipped
his entire shaft inside Juan's hole.  "Of course not ... but you know what,
that was the easy part.  Because now, baby, I'm going to treat you like my
women ... I am going to fuck your gaping cunt until it drips with my cum
...do you hear what Mbato is telling you?  You're going to be a nice little
whore and enjoy this .. ." and slowly, M started to move in and out ... in
and out ... rhythm ... african rhythm ... and the rhythm picked up ... and
the more it picked up, the more we saw the black cock come out and thrust
itself back inside.

"Puta de madre!" Juan cried out.  "Fuck"

And as soon as Juan had cried out, M slipped his cock entirely out his
hole, flipped him over, grabbed his legs, spread them apart and thrust his
member back into the Mexican.

Juan's head turned from side to side with each thrust.  "Fuck me man!  Fuck
yeah!  Love me!"

"Yeah .... what a good deep pussy you have Juanito!"

And with that, M let his body drop onto Juan's and they kissed, the black
ass pumping and the Mexican's legs wrapping themselves around it.

"You want more, bitch ... you want me to cum?"

"Please, M, please fill me ... make me yours, you shit.  Dominate all of
me! DO IT!  RELEASE YOUR CUM!"

As if he was obeying, Mbato got back up, grabbed his lover's legs again,
parted them and with his eyes wide shut, thrust his cock in deeply and let
out a yell worthy of a thousand lions as he came.

As soon as he had withdrawn his still erect member from Juan's hole, my
father stood up and went over to Mbata.  "May I?"

"Please ..." said the black giant.

So my father kneeled once again in front of M and thoroughly cleaned his
cock, lapping it up like a gazelle.

But this 18 year old couldn't simply stay put and watch.  I too went over
and kneeled in front of M alongside my dad and he and I went to work on the
man's crotch, on his ass, on his balls.  I parted his hole and licked it
clean of the sweat that had accumulated there during his fuck session with
Juan.  I made love to his asshole, kissing it, loving it, rubbing my entire
face around it, letting him know how much I wanted him as well.  I then
laid down in between M's legs and took my father prick in my hands and
sucked on it for all it was worth.  I could taste the delicious pre cum
oozing out of it and so wanted him to come into my mouth.  Meanwhile, M's
foot was playing around on my back; he was rubbing it, stepping on lightly,
pushing it into my crack, probably jealous of what my father could do with
me.

There wasn't enough sex to go around.  And there are no words to describe
the continuous fuck fest that followed Mbato's arrival.  The Day M decided
to piss on me was a glorious one.  He stood there, towering me as I knelt
before his cock in the plush grass of our garden.  "I'm going to water you
like a precious Africanj flower," he had said.  And as he released his
sweet juice on my body, I bathed in it, working it into my hair, into my
mouth, rubbing my cunt with it in front of him.  When he was through, he
lowered his body on top of mine, his crotch rubbing my knees - he was so
tall - and kept licking at my face, covering me with his tongue juice,
sucking up his piss.  "Soon, I'm going to make you mine as well," he
whispered into my ear.  "Soon, I'll induce you into that court where my
cock reigns, Raoul ... you'll be my boy as well ...  you'll be my bitch as
well as your father's.  And who knows?  Maybe I'll take you back to Africa
with me and let me other sons have your cunt.  They're big boys, just like
their father ... with big cocks and sweet, sweet asses.  They scream in
pain when I take them ...but they are my sons.  They belong to me.  And
soon, you will too.  You will have your own black stallion to worship and I
who taught your father, will teach you..."

We kissed then.  A deep passionate, sensual kiss.  I wrapped my legs around
his body and let him have his way with me.  I wanted him to fuck me like he
had fucked his women.  I wanted him to enjoy me in the same way that he had
enjoyed them.  In the same way that my father enjoyed me, took the paternal
right to enjoy fucking me.

"Maybe I will take you out in the jungle and fuck you in front of a herd of
elephants," he said.  "I will show you who dominates ... "

"Mbato ..." I whispered back.  "I want your flesh inside of me.  I want the
length of you massive cock to feel me out ... make me a real man.  I want
to sit below you and have your cock linger on my shoulder like dad did
... I want to be able to please your every whim ... Mbato, make love to me
now ... you and I are alone my lover ... take me.  Take my beckoning ass
.. please!"

"Not so soon ... there is a time for everything.  For the moment," he said
getting off of me and laying next to me, "Lay down in between my legs and
nurse my cock.  Get used to its size and color and length.  Please it so
that it can please you ..."

But the days went by and still, Mbato had not made me his.  He would fuck
my dad and Juan but not me.  I was eighteen years old now and no longer a
child.  My body had developped much like my father's.  I had nice strong
hairy legs with a wide torso to match.  My nipples were round and manly and
my cock was still as long as it had been.  I knew that I was a beautiful
sight to behold.  I knew that I turned M on ... I could tell when I went
into his room at night and worshipped his body ... I could tell how quickly
he would get hard having me lick his feet or suck his monstrous cock or eat
his ass.  But as to why he didn't want to fuck me as yet, it was beyond me.