Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2003 16:15:56 -0300
From: Jorge Alvarez
Subject: Black Brazilian Soccer Stud/ Billy's New Pussy (interracial)

Black Brazilian Soccer Stud/ Billy's New Pussy
By Jorge Alvarez

I came to the US as a soccer player and then became a coach
for minor league teams and high schools. That was my way to
get prime American beefcake, fresh white boy pussy, sweet
virgin ass to plow with my huge black black Brazilian dick.

We Brazilian blacks look quite different from our American
bros', more like Caribbean niggers, leaner, more muscular,
and much, much sexier. I'm not bad looking myself, kind of a
younger and hip Harry Belafonte look-alike, tall, athletic,
full sexy lips, cropped wiry hair, large romantic eyes, and
a full-sized dick that's a real marvel, a quite irresistible
piece of black hard meat.

First thing I loved about America: how I was and still am
able to turn the heads and get the sweet eyes of white boys
and young men, and older men too, when they see me walking
by in my rolling-hips Brazilian strut, full basket swinging
in my groin, wide shoulders, tight waist, thick thighs,
ready to fuck them like crazy. They love me at first sight
and, gosh, do I love them... Guess I was born for those all-
American guys.

Today I'll get straight to the tale of my last conquest,
quite a story for you to jerk-off to. I'm jacking-off my
black monster myself as I remember and write it... Hope we
cum together, pal!

I have a buddy, Hal, an African-American bro, who's an
Amtrak employee and helps me get new guys to fuck. That's on
the railroad line from Fort Dix to New York, where I live.
There are a lot of young servicemen riding that train, white
virgin ass, and me and my buddy we use to have a ball
fucking them.

This last time, as I boarded the train Hal said "Man, I have
the tightest blond ass on board waiting for you. Come take a
look". And God, was he right... Hal took me to a cabin were
this very young Marine was lying asleep on the couch, his
round, muscular ass in the air, encased in tight khaki
pants, just waiting to be fucked like crazy. My dick got all
wet just from looking at him. As we always do, I went to the
diner car while Hal woke the bloke up.

"Hey, mister", I heard him yell as I moved away, "the dining
car is about the close. This is your last chance to get a
meal tonight!" It always works. They all come running half
asleep from their cabin, right into my hands.

Bill was no exception. That's his name, Bill O'Reilly, young
and sexy Irish guy, very blond, close-cropped hair, huge
blue eyes, long blond eyelashes, a total beauty. Tight waist
(28 inches I guess), full, heavy butt, pecs and arms like he
has all the time is the world to work out, with big pointy
man-tits stretching his tight tee-shirt. How do I like to
bite their tits when I fuck those young Marines...

Bill came into the empty dining car, looked around, saw me,
went wide-eyed at my size and masculinity and black
sexiness, and, surprise!, was directed by Hal to sit across
the table from me. "Sorry, pal", Hal said, "it's better for
us at this late hour to have all costumers sitting at the
same table..."

"No problem", muttered the young mutton, about to be
slaughtered. Beautiful Bill battered his blond eyelashes at
me and sat down, wriggling his big virgin butt onto the
seat. I know his type. They grow up dreaming of big black
dick, of being fucked up the ass like bitches, but never
have to courage to actually go looking for what they need.
You have to woo them, seduce them, rape them, and then they
get what they really want, a good wild fuck. Bill was no
different. But I'm patient. I'd do anything to get into his
hot tight man-pussy.

I stood up to shake hands with the gorgeous young Marine.
His square jaw dropped at my height (a good 12 inches taller
than him) and huge arms, pecs and thighs, all well displayed
under my ultra tight fake cop's uniform.  It's all fake but
it works with the boys, they all fall for it.

"Captain Jorge Alvarez, US Marshals". "P-p-p-
private O'Reilly... Bill!" "Nice to meet you Bill. I saw you
sleeping in your cabin and I thought, Damn, the Corps sure
knows how to build a young man into a gorgeous male god!"

This I said while I held his strong hand in my huge black
paw. Bill blushed deeply. I love when I make them blush.
These young white beauties blush in their butt cheeks when I
whisper in their ear how good it feels to plunge my huge
weapon into their love chutes.

My new prey couldn't keep his eyes off the growing bulge in
my tight pants. He kept stammering "Th-th-thank you sir",
all embarassed in his dumb-blonde-beauty-queen shyness,
while I massaged his soft, manly hand, sending shivers
through him.

We sat down and I ordered a Jack Daniels straight-up for
him. "I-I-I usually don't drink sir". "Come on dude, don't
be so rude with old Jorge here. Be my guest! Hal, bring the
boy a Jack and myself a dry Martini".

He told me he was going to the big city on leave to see his
fiancee Linda who was in town with her parents. "Mmmm, I bet
she can't wait to get that babymaker of yours in her pants",
I teased him. "N-n-n-no sir, we agreed to have sex only
after we're married..." "Mmmm, she's a virgin then? And you
too?" "I'm a-f-f-f-fraid so, sir".  Mmmm, better than I
expected, a total virgin ready for his first sex ever...
What a treat!

I told him how I came to the US as a soccer player from
Brazil, became a citizen and an officer in the US Marshals
(that last part I made up). "Really? Wow! I play soccer too,
you know, and I'm using Brazilian flip-flops, look!" He
lifted his strong, perfectly sculpted rosy feet clad in his
Havaianas. I took his flip-flops off, grabbed his legs and
rested his feet on my lap, all the while rubbing his
powerful calves. "Indeed, you have the legs of a soccer
player! How nice..." I let Bill feel my hardening dick with
the sole of his feet. He pretended not to notice, but his
toes were doing a great job getting me hard.

The drink, in which Hal always mixes some fell-good drug,
began to work its magic on him. The boy started to mellow.
He smiled at my teasing, blushed some more, got bold. "I
never tasted a dry Martini", he ventured. "Can I try?" I
plunged my big middle finger in the glass and dangled the
wet finger in front of his face. Blinking wildly, Bill
opened his lips, let his deliciously pink tongue out and
licked the tip of my finger. I dragged my thick digit slowly
across his lips as he closed his eyes in a trance. I darted
the tip in and out, finger-fucking his mouth. "Mmmm-mmm", he
started to moan.

Hal broke our reverie: "Guys, it's time for me to close the
dining car. Please get back to your cabin." "But I'm
hungry!", exclaimed my young Marine. "I'll bring you a
salami later, ok?" Hal's black "salami" is even bigger than
mine. That's why I first break our boys' pussies, to ease
the way for him.

On our way to Bill's cabin the train shook and I had to hold
the tipsy boy's strong  frame. "Oooops", he giggled. "I
almost fell. Thanks for holding me... Sir". "Call me Jorge,
kid". I had my arm around his slender waist, his head
pressed against my shoulder, the baby scent of his light
blond hair in my nostrils. My huge hard-on was now in full
view, almost bursting my pants, under his loving gaze.

We locked the door and he started to undress, his back to
me. When he turned around I was already naked, my 13-inch
pole fully erect, looking at him with its lone, wet eye. His
legs weakened, gave under, he fell to his knees. His face
was now level with the giant dick head and he stared back at
it, hypnotized by the black snake that was about to fuck
him.

Bill was fighting his tears back. His macho Marine side was
resisting, telling him to stand up to the black giant (me!)
bent on taking his virginity and manhood. But his sweet,
boyish sex hormones had been aroused and his deep,
unconscious desire for a big man's huge dick kicked in.
Haltingly, he opened his lips, closed his eyes and got hold
of my hard pole. Guiding the head to his mouth, he made a
wide O with his lips and tried to gulp me in. Too big. He
took a breath and, now more decidedly, opened some more,
till the large mushroom-shaped black monster slid in. He
looked up, sheepishly, and I smiled at the obscenely
grotesque sight of his red, outstretched lips wrapped around
the beer-can thickness of my hard meat. I took hold of his
blond Marine head, feeling the bristles of his crew cut
caressing my hands, and pulled him to my groin, feeding
him a lot more inches of impossibly large dick.

"Hhhhh-hhhhhggggh", he gagged, tears bursting, pleading for
mercy with his frightened blue eyes. I did not relent. I'd
been waiting to fuck him for too long, I had enough of being
Mr. Nice. I had to teach him to submit and be a good slut
for his man.
The back of Bill's throat opened up to let the huge head
plunge in and he found a breathing rhythm that allowed him
to conquer his gag reflex. Finally I had my pubes scratching
his smooth face and all 13 inches inside, deep in his
gullet. He looked up lovingly, his macho training gone, his
sissy boy nature taking over, allowing him to fully enjoy
his first cock-sucking. And this boy was a natural. He took
to cock-sucking like fish to water. He let me slide my heavy
black log out of his hungry mouth and plunge back in, slowly
at first, to let him lick, kiss and savor every fucking inch
of thick hard dick, moaning and yelping like a frisky pup,
begging for more, devouring me like his life depended on it.

Then I picked up the pace, geared up, got his head in a
strong grip, and fucked his face wildly, sometimes taking it
all out to whip him with my wet dick, and he swallowed me
back with lust and fury. His need for my seed built up, he
craved it, he had to coax it from my big balls. He worked
his smooth fingers around my now ultra tight testicles,  and
he sensed when he was about to get his load. Bill and
I froze, my dick deeply embedded in his throat, and out came
the first scalding jet of cum to land in his virgin Marine
mouth. He swallowed hard and moved back, so the next jets
could land on his tongue, wrapped around the pulsing pole to
have a better taste of his hard-earned first serving of man
juice.

I pulled out and kept cumming, showering his beautiful face,
his baby-blue eyes with milky-white semen. His tongue darted
around to get all the cum in, he couldn't afford to lose a
single drop. I had made an eager, hungry cum-eater out of
this well-built, manly-looking Marine. Now it was time
to use my magic wand to transform his asshole into a
glorious man-pussy.

Bill wouldn't let go of my dick. It was his new toy, only
purpose in life, his new God. He got me hard again, begging
to eat more cum, but I had other plans. I saw among his
things a Victoria Secret box. "That's a gift for my
fiancee", he said. I told him to open the box and there
were, among other things, a pair of black lace panties. "Put
it on", I ordered. Bill complied and knelt on the cabin's
lower bunk to show off his gorgeous butt, now bulging out of
the skimpy, stretched bikini.

I took him by surprise and handcuffed him to the railing on
the upper bunk. He hung now from his arms, on his knees,
flexing his strong muscular buns, showing off his
spectacular butt. I grabbed those huge mounds of hot smooth
flesh and bit them, leaving my tooth marks on his
bruised skin. He yelled in pain and tried to free himself,
working his powerful glutes on my face, which only increased
my excitement.

Slowly, I lowered the panties, until the freed globes
plopped out in their glorious, round fullness. I told him to
raise his tail and I opened his white butt with my big black
hands, looking for the deeply recessed rosebud. There it
was, a tiny pinhole, fresh and rosy as a baby's, all closed-
up in its tight, virgin folds, peeking out shyly at me.
Inebriated by the unmistakable virgin-boy-hole scent, I
touched it with the tip of my tongue, bringing shivers up
Bill's spine. The winking rosebud fluttered, just as Bill's
eyes did, as my fat tongue darted around his precious,
intact ring. I knelt behind him, opening his legs wider with
a kick, and pressed my full-masted log between his thighs,
way-up under him, so he'd feel the amount of dick that he
was going to take.
"Now I'm going to turn your tiny rosebud into a gaping
Marine cunt, my sweety". "No, no!", he protested. "You can't
do that! I'll never let you! I made an oath, a promise to my
Dad. NO!" He kept raving ant thrashing about, so I decided
to go back to his boy-cherry, to sort things out.

"Listen, little lamb, I'm the big bad wolf about to devour
you. There's no way you can escape. It's better for you to
enjoy it. And I can see when I touch you with my tongue and
my big fingers, like this, that you're ready for me, aren't,
sweet bud?"

"Yesss, sssir, I've alwaysss wanted a big black dick
inssside me", said the tiny hole with a lisp (virgin
assholes talk like little girls).

"You know", he went on, "Bill comes from a rich Alabama
family, he grew up in a plantation surrounded by black
servants. He always had a gorgeous, fuckable butt, and all
the blacks pined for him, beat their hard meats dreaming of
skewering the little blond master. Tom, the cook's son, was
his best friend. He was a big, strong black boy, with a
huge, huge fuckpole. Well, from my baby-boy's asshole
perspective it looked, then, even bigger than yours looks
now, Captain... Anyway, Bill let Tom play with his butt,
fondle it, then it became more intimate, Tom would rim me
for ours on end, and insert a finger, then two, then four,
and one glorious summer day Tom finally decided to break me
open with his giant babymaker. It was my dream come true. I
was finally to be upgraded from a boy-hole to a boy-pussy. I
couldn't wait to have that thick black cobra dancing inside
me. I was so anxious, I forgot to tell Bill's brain to lock
the door to his room. Tom's bulbous cock head was already
lodged between Bill's plump butt cheeks, the large open eye
on its tip  wetting me with its sweet lube, and I was
stretching out my many folds as best as I could to prepare
for the invasion, when someting terrible happened".

"You farted?" "No, Captain, stop being silly. But don't stop
rimming me, mmmmm. This is serious butt drama! What happened
was that Bill's dad burst in".

Bill's asshole's story was really heartbreaking. He stopped
to sob a little and  went on.
"Bill's dad grabbed the black boy and threw him to the dogs
(that's what they do in Alabama). And he made his terrified
son put a hand on the Bible and make an oath that went like
this: I vow over the Holy Book and over my father's life
never, ever, to let a man force me to do things with my
backside that I don't want to do. That's the oath Bill's
raving about. I was doomed. Instead of becoming a hot boy-
pussy I was condemned to a life of cold celibacy. Only shit
would pass through me to the end of my days. It's not fair!
I was made, as all boy-holes, with countless pleasure points
and erotic spots. I'm a bundle of sex-nerves ready to
explode in endless orgasms! I need a dick, a big black one,
to open me to a new life of nonstop pleasure. Bill has been
nice to me, he plays with me in bed, inserts fingers,
sometimes a banana, a cucumber, a candle or two, but nothing
wide enough nor hot nor live enough to make me into a real
pussy. We see a lot of naked black guys in the showers, at
the Marine barracks, and their huge cocks make Bill and me
dream of a good fuck. And sure everybody notices Bill's
amazing butt. I've seen guys jerking off in the shower,
ogling Bill's beauty. Only there's the damn oath blocking
his brain.

"But now that God sent you our way, Captain, I think I have
the solution. His dad worded the oath in a way that can
be bypassed. What if instead of a man forcing Bill, he
forces a guy to fuck him? And this thing about not doing
with his backside what he doesn't want to do is easily
overcome, 'cause there's nothing I want more than to be
fucked by you, Captain, and I guess Bill is almost ready to
acknowledge that".

One could see that the years of solitude and abandonement at
least had given Bill's asshole the time and leisure
to become a learned and sensible little rosebud. I gave him
a last peck, he winked and smiled before retreating into his
musty cave, and I went about the job of working on Bill's
brain to overcome his resistance.

I uncuffed Bill and told him to chain myself to the bunk. He
did so and looked wildly at my large body sprawled on the
bed, my arms hanging from the handcuffs, my huge black
dick standing at attention.

"Please master, sir, be gentle with your slave", I begged.
"Be nice to your nigger, master". That made Bill's Alabama
white blood  boil in his veins. It was the trigger to help
him overcome his resistance. "Shut up, nigger, I'm gonna
show you who's the boss here, boy!" Bill jumped on me,
twisting and torturing my  hard nipples till he had me
yelling in real pain. "No, master, stop master, stop!" "You
like to have your tits squeezed, huh, nigga, now I'm gonna
squash your slave cock. Look at this!" He turned around,
straddling me, and rubbed his butt crack all along my
standing fuck pole, until he got the big head in place
between his plump cheeks, deep in the crack. I could see his
rosebud winking at me and whispering: "It worked! It
worked!"

By prodding Bill to act as a top, believing that he was
actually forcing me to have sex with him, and at the same
time having his butt do what it most wanted, which was to
impale itself on my dick, I had successfully accomplished
Bill's asshole's plan to go around Bill's oath to his Dad:
never to let a man force him to do things with his backside
that he didn't want to do.

My huge dick head was now lodged at the entrance to Bill's
boy-hole, squishing precum that was lubing the way to break
his virginity. Amazingly, I saw the tight rosebud open up
like a flower, like in those nature films were they show in
fast motion a flower suddenly blossoming. It opened its
mouth wide and literally bit the head of my dick, mouthing
it, sucking on it, kissing my dick until it was half-way in.
Then, looking at me with the fierce face of a warrior, Bill
forced himself down, bursting his ass ring and swallowing
the head of my dick with a loud pop.

"You got that, nigger? Your dick is nothing to my powerful
asshole. I can eat it and swallow it as I want. And I'm
going to conquer your whole nigger dick like Sir George
Hilary conquered the Everest! Look at this!"

With a mighty push, his teeth clenched from the pain he was
taking, Bill lowered himself a little more, and now the
thicker, wider neck of my dick fought its way in. The
sensation was incredible. Here I was, handcuffed, dominated,
overwhelmed by this strong, young blonde Marine, this
gorgeous 18-old boy from Alabama, who was actually
impaling himself on my 13-inch beer-can-thick black dick,
and he was actually fucking me, he was the top, I was the
bottom, and I never experienced anything as exciting. His
hole was the tightest I'd ever fucked, and I could feel how
its extreme pressure around my pole was beginning to give
in, to stretch slowly as the virgin flesh accommodated more
and more of its invader.

Bill was a real soldier, determined to win, to vanquish my
dick with his mighty butt, no matter how painful it would be
for him. I could see in his profuse sweat, his red face, his
clenched eyes and teeth, his swearing and puffing and
moaning, that he was in a hell of a pain. But he didn't
relent for a second, a hero to the end. If there were medals
for a warrior in a butt-fucking battle, let's say the Purple
Ass, he would deserve it with the highest honors.

Bill was almost there, but the pain was taking its toll. He
rested a little, and turned his body to face me, all the
while pinned to my fuck pole, straddling me again, now face
to face. "You're gonna see nigger, I'll get all of it
inside, you're gonna see". But the double-wide bit at the
base of my dick was too much for him. He needed a little
hand. So with a sudden powerful jerk upward I lodged that
last, widest piece of hard black meat in his bruised
butthole. Bill yelled, shot back his beautiful blonde head
and started to cum. As his hot cum jets landed on his face
and mine, he was shaking and jumping up and down like a wild
bronco, conquering his nigger and his virginity. He came for
the first time deep in his fuckhole, where my cherry-buster
was breaking up areas never before touched, triggering
sensations never before felt, sparking fireworks in his
brain and his whole body.

And now it was time for him to be fucked. "Uncuff me master,
please...", I begged. He did so and I jumped on him,
throwing Bill on his back, feet in the air, my super hard
dick still lodged deep in his brand new man-pussy. "Now I'm
gonna show you who's the boss here, sweetheart". Still
overtaken by his multiple orgasm, Bill was speechless and
had no reaction when I got hold of his strong legs, pulled
his feet up to my shoulders and, leaving his butt totally
exposed, started to pull my dick from his chute.

"What are you doing?" "I'll show you how a man fucks a new
pussy, boy". "Yes, sir!"
My young Marine looked at me full of gratitude. I had let
him take his own cherry and now he was ready to be fucked.
But first I wanted to tease him a little. I played with the
head of my dick in his now loosening hole, nudging it,
making the flesh-ring pop when I pulled the big crown out,
and gulp when I plunged back in.

"I'm gonna fuck you in the Brazilian style, swetie". "And
how's that?" "Remember your soccer practice? What's the
Brazilian way of scoring?" "Mmmm... Slow penetration?..."
"Exactly! Just as we feint and dribble with our agile feet,
I'll feint and dribble with my deft cock inside your playing
field, boy." I gave him a quick jab to the right and a deep
thrust to the left, then withdrew and slid the whole
dick over his belly, crushing his own cock and balls, and
again plunged back just the head, in a corkscrew motion.
"Got it?" "Oh my god, Pele wouldn't do better". I went on my
slow game, always in and out, changing my angle of
penetration, fucking sideways, gaining only a fraction of an
inch at a time, driving Bill crazy in his lust for my big
black dick. "Fuck me Captain! Fuck me! I want all of this
horse cock inside me!"

Bill's man-pussy, now a gaping crater, quickly learned to
use its muscles to play with my dick. When I pulled out, it
clenched its mouth suddenly to hold the large helmet head
in, trapping the thick borders inside. But my powerful hips
would pull away violently, taking the head out with a louder
PLOP! followed by a mighty plunge in.

I took a hint from the train's rattling motion, pacing my
strokes to its many beats. "TA-ta-ta-ta-Ta!", I would go,
with a deep jab followed by two short nudges and a neat half-
way plunge, or "TA-TA-TA-ta-ta-ta", stomping blows,
then baby strokes, or "TWAT-trrrr-TWAT-trrrr-TWAT!", foot-
long stabs alternating with rotating head swirls just inside
the ring. My Brazilian art of butt-fucking got Bill raving
mad, begging for more and more.

He wanted to see the action, so he got on all fours on
the bunk, without missing a beat, to watch our reflection on
the cabin's windowpane. The New Jersey night landscape, with
its refinery fires breaking the dark of night, flew past us,
while we watched our bodies interlocked in fucking frenzy.
Anyone looking from outside would have seen the gorgeous
Marine hunk, his great bubble-butt turned up, being skewered
by my log of a black cock, as I managed to bury the last,
hyper thick inches inside him.

"You feel my dick in you boy?" "Yes, sir. It feels so big
and so good... It's part of me now!"  I took Bill hands and
placed them on his belly-button, so he could feel the big
round head of my dick hitting him from inside in the
upstroke. His hole was now more like a ball-room where my
dick waltzed, a coliseum where my gladiator whacked away, a
sports arena where I batted endless home runs.

Then the train made a sharp turn throwing us off. We found
ourselves crushed against the window, Bill's face scrunched
up on the glass, me behind him, dick stuck in, propping him
from below, fucking my way up his body. I had now gained
full access to Bill's battered hole, and my fuck stud
instincts kicked in, gearing me up to an increasingly fast
pace, long-dicking his melting flesh in punishing, ever
deeper and harder thrusts. Bill neighed like a mare in heat,
roared like a well-mounted lioness, screeched like a gang-
banged cat, all the cries of submission in the animal
kingdom bursting from his sperm-coated throat.

"Oh god you're killing me", he shouted. "Yes, sweetie, I'm
killing the old Bill, so that a new boy, Billy the Slut, can
be born. And this new Billy will never have enough dick,
never enough cum. Not only Hal, who's waiting outside, will
take you, but all the black sailors and soldiers down at the
train station, and all over the city, and back in your
barracks, will have a go at your pussy, Billy. And you'll
keep begging for more".  "But Captain, my Captain, all I
want is you!"  "No Bill, you have to understand. I was born
to deflower as many boys and young men I can, in my
lifetime. That's my mission. All I want is a fresh, pure,
innocent, intact rosebud. I can't help it. And now that you
have a full-blossomed pussy, frankly, you're too wide for
me, even when you try to squeeze it. I made you for the
world, and I'll have to move on. This is our first and last
fuck, Billy, so let's enjoy it". Bill shed a little tear,
but the feeling of my prong deep in his belly quickly
overcame his sadness, and he decided to make the most of it.

He squeezed his fleshy buns shut, working his muscles, to
make a deeper and narrower love-tunnel for me to plow, and
the crush against the window, plus the train's shaking and
my pile-driving, punishing blows, all made his pussy more
like the tight virgin boy-holes that I love, which brought
us closer to the brink. "You're getting bigger! I'm getting
tighter!", he yelled.

Then I hit a spot that tipped us over. We were standing on a
surfboard, a single four-legged surfer interlocked in love's
embrace, climbing our wave together. Then we fell into the
tube under the wave's lip and the whole Universe spiraled
around us. In our free fall we flied for ages into the
light. Then all hell broke lose, the world came crashing
around and the wave splintered into a million shards of
white foam, exploding from our cores. Bill's cum jets
smeared the window panes, while mine landed deep in his
core. I seeded him, completing the last finishing  touch in
my work of art: the creation of a new man-pussy.

We fell on the bunk in a tangle and I withdrew my dick
from the still passed-out Bill, to take a closer look at my
creation. A majestic, slow cascade of thick white cum was
flowing from the deepest recess of  his dark, wide-open
cave. The gaping mouth was encircled by red, swelled,
fleshy lips, and I can bet that they smiled at me. Around
the now large O-ring, my cum had splattered, sticking to the
blond fuzz on Bill's butt, in the form of a wide white
collar, not unlike the one we see in portraits of Queen
Bess, the Virgin Queen. Only Bill was now a queen, but no
longer a virgin. With its pussy-voice, now raspy and hoarse,
the pretty, slutty thing mouthed: "Thank you, Captain. I'll
make sure I'll be always well-fucked and filled with cum.
But you know, the first one, I'll never forget. Mmmmmm".

           Hal walked silently into the cabin, shut the door
and unzipped his pants. Out jumped his amazing salami of a
dick. As much as I had seen it before, my jaw still drops at
the awesome sight. Sixteen inches of black man-meat, the
head bigger than a snooker ball and just as hard and shiny,
the shaft a perfect cylinder as wide and heavy as a fire
extinguisher. Smiling at me, Hal proceeded to feed this
monster into Billy's gaping cunt, which now looked much
smaller. But, to my utter surprise, his fuck-hole stretched
out like a well-worn glove to accommodate the black log.
Billy kept on snoring, barely registering the invasion. As
Hal's barrel of a cock locked in place with a final thud,
Billy's eyes fluttered and he mumbled in a groggy voice, "Hi
honey, welcome back".

"What!?" I blurted out. "You two have fucked before?... I
can't believe it! Bill was not a virgin?" "Come on,
Captain", said Hal, "stop being an asshole and feed the boy
your cobra. He likes black salami through both ends, in the
morning, right kiddo?" "Yessss, sir!" So, as I fucked
Billy's mouth and Hal fucked his butt, our long dicks
knocking their heads together when we reached the middle of
his beautiful torso, the train conductor told me how I had
been fooled.

"I told Billy about your expertise in virgin buttholes and
we made a bet. Billy vowed he could fool you into believing
him to be a virgin. Over the years he trained his asshole to
close itself into a perfect imitation of a boy's untouched
rosebud. And he fooled you. I lost the bet". "But the story
of his father, and the oath, and Tom... I believed him!"
"Well, his father really surprised him with Tom when he was
12, but Tom's big dick was already lodged deeply in Billy's
chute, as it had been many times before, since Tom took his
cherry". "And what did Billy's dad do? He made him swear an
oath?" "Yes, but the oath was really: Never to let a man
fuck him without first having a go at his dad's butt. You
see, Tom was Billy's dad lover too. So what happened next
was a three-way, with Tom fucking dad, who fucked Billy".
"The little son of a bitch, he had me fooled. I'm gonna take
it on him!" I fucked Billy's mouth furiously, angry that he
had had me, but he smiled back. How do you punish with your
dick a guy who just loves dicks?

"You're such a liar, Billy. The last straw would be to find
out that you're not really a Marine..." "Well, we fooled you
on that one too, didn't we? But doesn't he look great
in uniform? By the way, Billy knows you're no Captain of the
US Marshals either, so we're even".

"So little Billy here won his bet. What have you bet,
bitch?" I took my cock violently from his mouth so he could
speak. "That if I won Hal and you would to give me a double
penetration. So get ready. Take it out Hal. I want to offer
Jorge the virgin asshole that he coveted. Just look". In
front of our eyes the miracle happened. Billy's pussy lips,
which were hanging out around the gaping crater where Hal's
club had lodged, twisted themselves into a spiral, then
contracted and telescoped to a tiny, tight rosebud, all
wrinkled and folded, boyish and rosy as a baby's. Billy
started to play the part of the virgin boy afraid to lose
his cherry to a black giant. "Please, mister, don't do that
to me. Only Mom's soft hands have ever touched my little
bum... Take away that ugly black cobra! No! Stop!"

He cried real tears, sobbing like a baby, as I parted his
delicious buns and placed my weapon in position. His butt
resisted, fought me, clasping tightly shut the almost
invisible entrance to his sanctum. I gave a mighty push and
the head slipped in, while Billy yelled in pain. "You're too
big, you're killing me! Monster! Take it out!" I got
seriously involved in breaking this boy, as if it was really
his and my first time. Billy tried to push me back with his
strong arms and legs and I had to fight to subdue him. When
I had him pinned down, I panted at the sight of my thick
black cock, the head already sunk between his well muscled
white butt cheeks, 10 inches still to go, hard and pulsing,
veins bulging in the effort to plunge into the "virgin"
flesh.

Slowly, I sweated my way in, as Bill shrieked in apparently
terrible pain. When I finally hit bottom, conquering his
last resistance, Bill's sobs shook his whole body, as I
ground my pubes against his smooth skin, trying to gain an
inch more, deep into the boy's gut. I got a good grip on his
slender hips and started to fuck him. His cries turned
softer, he mellowed, and  little by little he started to
enjoy his "first"  fuck, allowing himself the feelings that
my great dick aroused in his pussy. "Yesss! Fuck me!", Bill
cried, thrusting his ass back to meet my long strokes. At
that moment he opened his blue eyes and saw Hal's gigantic
prick standing close to his face. "Oh my god! Another black
monster! Even bigger! No mister, there's no way you're gonna
stick that in my little bum. I can't stand two cocks at the
same time". "I bet you can, little one, I bet you can..."

Hal lifted Billy's legs and spun him around, pinned on my
deeply embedded dick, till the boy faced me and turned his
luscious buns to the larger nigger. Hal knelt behind Billy,
lifted his ass and aimed at the space between my hard cock
and the boy's stretched asshole lips. I felt Hal's giant
dick head pressing against my shaft, as it slowly slid in.
Billy's eyes bulged, he puffed like a crazy hen and licked
his lips in anguish at the tremendous invasion.

Hal was now halfway through and I concentrated on the
incredibly erotic sensation of his dick climbing against
mine, overpowering my manhood with his much larger weapon. I
felt dwarfed and at the same time protected, as if he was my
big brother and I was his pup, guided by him around the
stretching pussy we were going to fuck together. The giant
head passed by mine and went on, opening new depths in the
boy's bowel. My dick snuggled against its big brother,
trembling and pulsing in the glow of its colossal
masculinity. Hal was now all the way in. Billy's face melted
in bliss, his eyes rolled back, head thrown out, mouth
drooling, babbling unconsciously in thrall of his dream
fuck.

"Yesss, fuck me niggers, I want your fucking black cannons
shooting deep inside my boy-pussy, I'll turn my cunt into a
crater to make room for your giant dicks, yess, fuck me,
fuck your white pussy-boy niggers", and so on.

Billy hoisted himself from the upper bunk so he could move
up and down on our standing dicks. Hal moved in and out,
rubbing his wonderful dick head up and down my own cock,
making me shudder every time he bumped into my swollen head.
"You like that dick, huh, brother?" "Yes, Hal, give it to
me, fuck my dick with yours inside Billy's pussy, please,
fuck me".

It didn't take long for me to feel the jism rushing up
from my balls and spewing into Billy's large vessel, and as
the first jets scalded his insides Billy's cock spurted on
our faces, bathing us in fresh boy-cum. Finally, Hal, our
top, plunged in a last mighty thrust and came like a lion,
covering my cock and coating Billy's love-cave with his
white-hot man juice. But Hal wasn't done. He pulled his
still rock hard giant from Billy's pussy and slid it down,
to land between my thighs, searching for my entrance. All
the cum had lubed the colossus, so it went right in, burning
my hole and making me yell, "yes, bro, fuck me! Oh man,
you're so huge!" "My, you're so tight little bro', so tight,
just like Old Hal loves, so tight..."

It wasn't our first time. Actually, every time we fuck a
boy, Hal ends up fucking me, but I still manage to tighten
up for him, I know he likes that. The first time, of course,
I was in a lot of pain, when he fucked me right outside the
cabin where my wife and kids were sleeping, after Hal
drugged them. He fucked me standing up in the hallway,
pinning me against the window pane just as I had done with
Billy. The train shook and lurched, and its rolling motions
led Hal's cannon in and out of my battered chute. I've
always loved to be long-dicked, but Hal's obelisk is
something else. The sheer size of it! Soon the pain was gone
and I was in pig-bottom heaven, thrusting my butt back to
get more dick in, as he slapped his huge balls against mine.
Hal is a straight forward, pile-driver fucker, quickly
building up to an intense, wild, explosive orgasm. He kept
fucking, still rock hard, for a second coming. And a third.
He had me spent by the time his eigth heavy loads were
deeply lodged in my ravaged man-pussy. Since then, he has
shared his boys with me, and fucked me silly. Just as with
Billy. And this is my story.

Jorge Alvarez