Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 12:23:56 -0300
From: Jorge Alvarez
Subject: Black Brazilian Soccer Stud/ My First Butt

My First Butt
by Jorge Alvarez

1
Long before I came to the US, while I still lived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil,
my gay sex life started when I was only 17. Until then I thought of myself
as straight, macho. In our culture being macho doesn't exclude fucking other
men, but so far I had only fucked girls, older women, sluts actually. I
lived in a favela, a shantytown on the hills overlooking Ipanema beach, and
there were plenty of women available. I started fucking them at 15, when my
cock reached its full 13 inches. I felt proud when girls went crazy about my
XXL size, but also more than a little shy when my class mates teased me in
the locker room. Though very poor, my parents had managed to put me in a
Catholic school with a full scholarship. I was the only Black in my class
and that hurt. The White kids shunned me for being Black, and now they
treated me like some freak because of the long, thick hose hanging between
my thighs.

In a woman, the part of the body that excited me most was the ass. That's
pretty much true for most Brazilian men. "Bunda", our word for butt, is a
national obsession. On the beach you see them exposed in their glorious
nakedness, barely contained in the skimpiest thongs. Even in prime time TV
soap operas the actresses bare their asses. Nobody cares much for tits.
However, the thing is, Brazilian men have great butts too...

Actually it was while watching a Mardi Gras parade on TV that I first felt
horny for a man's butt. Some famous young actor was perched on top of a
float, almost naked in a jock strap. When he turned his ass to the camera,
and they zoomed in, my jaw dropped. The fleshy, full, plump, muscular buns
were dancing to the samba, flexing their powerful muscles. His white, tanned
skin was covered in sweat. I had never felt so horny in my life. When the
camera moved to the next float I ran to the bathroom and shot a big load.
>From then on I started to steal glances at handsome guy's butts, at the
beach, on the streets and of course in the school's locker room. I had to
fight myself to control my erections when I showered with my White
classmates after soccer practice. I started to dream of their luscious white
melons. I was hooked for life.

I was in the last year of high school when this god of a man came into our
classroom. Our new French teacher, Monsieur Coubon. He was shorter than me -
after all I was by far the tallest student --  so he looked up wen we were
introduced. I stood there like a dunce, staring at his beauty. I'd say he
looked like the young Alain Delon, only I found Delon too pretty, somehow
effeminate. Monsieur Coubon, dark-haired, blue-eyed, cool and refined,
looked very manly to me. He was lean, athletic, but the feature that really
got my attention was his butt: big, round, high, strong, the butt of a
biker. It turns out that back in France Mr. Coubon had been a champion in
the Tour de France. It showed.

I would sit dazed in French class, not following a single word, mesmerized
by this Gallic monument of sexy flesh, its tempting curves revealed in
Monsieur Coubon's tight pants. He liked to erase whatever he had written on
the blackboard with vigorous strokes that made his butt shake in my face. My
dick tented my shorts. I noticed I wasn't the only guy with a hardon, but
mine was more... conspicuous. Boys and girls saw me and giggled. Monsieur
Coubon stopped and turned to the class. He glanced at me and turned back to
the board, now leaning forward to pick some chalk from the floor, thus
drawing my eyes down into the dizzying abyss between his plump butt cheeks.
After class I'd run to a stall in the closest restroom to beat my sore meat.
I was a lost case.

2
One morning Monsieur Coubon gave us our French grades. I was stunned. I got
a perfect 20/20 though I didn't know a single word of French besides merci
and bonjour. I stayed after class to thank him. "Don't thank me, Jorge, you
deserved it. I saw how hard...", he winked, "you worked..." He had an
obvious lusty glint in his eye. I'd have blushed if my skin wasn't pitch
black. I didn't know what to say. I looked down and, damn, there it was, my
big dick tenting again. "Sorry monsieur, I have to go!" "No wait. You saw
that you come to school on your bike, right? I do too. And I live halfway up
the same hill where you live. Why don't we bike home together? I'll change
into my biking clothes and meet you outside."

It was the first time I saw Monsieur in his biking outfit. Not much,
actually: a skin tight bodysuit that ended above his thighs, so short it
didn't cover a good part of his strong butt cheeks. Oh my God, I sprouted a
new hardon... He glanced at it, grinned and mounted his bike. I followed,
eyes locked on the object of my wildest sex  fantasies, now obscenely
displayed for me, tossing and turning on the narrow bike seat. It had never
cost me so much effort to climb my street, especially after he stood up from
his seat to pedal uphill. I veered right and left, almost crashing on the
ground. His powerful buns flexed and heaved, exactly as I had dreamed. Only,
in my dreams my big black dick was firmly planted inside them. Pedaling
furiously behind him, I almost came in my shorts.

We got to his building and dismounted. "Let's chain our bikes here", he
said. "You look tired, come upstairs with me to have some rest. What about a
beer?" "Fine..." "My wife and son are away for the weekend, we're gonna have
the apartment to ourselves". Wife and son? Monsieur was married! Well, these
Frenchmen, always surprising you... In the elevator we were so close I could
smell the wonderful manly scent in his wavy dark hair. He brushed the back
of his hand against my raging hardon and left it there. As he lived on the
20th floor, he had plenty of time to slowly drag his hand from the base of
my dick to the bulging head. "O mon Dieu, qu'il est grand!" I hadn't learned
much French but I got his meaning. The door opened breaking our awkward
moment.

At the door of his apartment he couldn't find his keyes. "Hold this for me",
he said, handing me his gym bag while he searched some pocket in his
sneakers. For that he had to bend down. Quite deliberately, he rested his
full butt on my groin. In a flash I felt how soft and firm his flesh was. By
now I was seriously shaking. He unlocked the door and took me by the hand.
"Bienvenu, Jorge!" I followed him to the kitchen, he got me a beer from the
fridge. "Go wait for me at the front window, Jorge. I'll be right back".

3
The view was spectacular. The sexy curve of  Ipanema beach spread out,
licked by gentle waves, framed by steep hills. On the left, the only
eyesore, the shantytown where I lived, perched high on the mountain top, its
crumbling huts clashing with all the beauty around. Monsieur Coubon joined
me. He was naked now, his glorious body shining in the blinding sunlight.
"It's hot in here, Jorge, let me help you out of your clothes". "Monsieur
Coubon..." I started to plead. "Chut!", he put a finger on my lips. "My name
is Jean-Georges. Call me Jojo..." "Jojo, I have a hardon!" "Of course dear.
Isn't that why we're here?" He undressed me and stood by my side as we
leaned on the window sill to take in the gorgeous view. "Where do you live,
Jorge?" "Up there. You see the little blue window on the highest hut?" "So
you see the beach from your bed?" "Yeah, I see the Twin Brothers from
there". That's the double peak that graces the end of Ipanema beach far to
the right. "Don't you think those hills look just like the big head of a
black dick?", he asked. "Actually two dicks, embracing each other. I love
that..." I blushed, inside.

To lean so far to the right Jojo had to tilt his ass so that now it was
resting smack against my upright dick. "You like that, Jorge?", he teased.
The question was quietly asked by his smooth flesh against my hot, burning
manhood. And my dick exlaimed Yes!, standing up between his buns, lodged in
his deep crack. No words were needed. He turned to me, standing on his toes
as I bent my head to him. Our lips met. Then our tongues. I sucked in his
delicious mouth into my thick, black lips. My hands went to his buns,
cupping and palming the sexy globes, as our dicks crossed swords, mine
towering over his. He got hold of my rod, unable to close his fingers around
its giant girth.

My hands had found their way between his gorgeous buttocks and were now
exploring his crack and the rosebud down at the bottom. Jojo read my mind
and turned his back to me. He kept his grip on my dick as I knelt down  to
plunge my face in his butt. I bit his mellons, overwhelmed by so much
abundance. Then I saw his ring. Rosy, hairless, with pretty pursed lips like
a small pussy. I darted my tongue in and it opened, catching my tongue
inside. Whereas the skin on his buns was a velvety peach, once past the
narrow entrance my tongue found a tunnel as smooth as silk. In Portuguese we
say "comer" for both eating and fucking. I wanted to eat his butt whole.

Jojo's pussy was wet and gooey, tasting like coconut. He said he had lubed
himself with coconut oil as I waited. I tongue-fucked his welcoming anus,
savoring my favorite flavor in what was to become my favorite fuck hole. I
stood as he pulled me up by my dick. I had never fucked a man nor a butt
before,  I didn't know what to do. But Monsieur was a good teacher and he
guided me with his hands to the right spot. Holding my dick as a joystick,
he played with the large head, rubbing it slowly around his ring. I felt the
tender flesh give in, his male cunt a hungry mouth eager to swallow my bulky
black lollipop. His pussy's  red lips opened up like a flower and suddenly
gulped the head in. I felt for the first time the wonderful sensation of a
tight, hot male anus wrapped around the head of my dick.

None of us moved. My dick and his pussy, of their own accord, dovetailed,
sliding one against the other, my heavy, wide shaft homing into his loose,
soft flesh. We, two men, equally strong and manly, complemented each other
beautifully, a perfect match. He wasn't wily and tricky like the women I had
fucked. He was level with me, man to man, straightforward, feet on the
ground, with my happy dick planted deep, deep inside his gorgeous body.

I flexed my long manhood all the way into his chute. He respondend by
squeezing his glutes hard,  making me moan. It was all new for me. I wanted
to keep this perfect moment forever without breaking its magic spell. I was
afraid I'd hurt him if I moved my giant prong. But Jojo was an expert. He
knew how to arch his ass just so that my dick slipped out, smoothly, only to
stop when he clenched his strong butt muscles to catch the borders of the
wide head. He thrusted back, landing on my groin, the head hitting bottom,
deep in his incredibly warm body. I just stood there as he established a
slow pace, longstroking his fuckhole on my hard, erect manrod.

My instincts kicked in and I matched his thrusts with my own blows. It was
unlike anything I had experienced with a woman. He knew how to work his
fucktube, so that he'd offer my dick at all time a tight tunnel which pulsed
and twitched, sucking me in and milking my big fuck tool.  "Oh my God you're
so huge!" It was the first of so many times I would hear the phrase while I
fucked a guy's ass. And it still sends a thrill up and down my spine. To
feel that another male, just like me, is able to hold my oversized dick
inside his butt and love it, that's the coolest thing.  We both wallowed in
my power and his submission, his willingness to break his own resistances,
push the envelope, pull out all stops, so that I could tame his maleness and
  turn his butthole into my pussy.

4
We were lost in our lust when we heard loud whistles coming from the high
hill. Two black guys up in the slum had spotted us fucking by Jojo's window
and were cheering us on. "Do you know those guys?", I asked. "Yeah, Tonho
and Bira. I bring them here sometimes to fuck me when my family is out of
town". "You slut!" I gave Jojo a mighty thrust up his ass that made him
whimper. "I won't let you share this butt with anyone else, you hear me?
>From now on I own it! And let's move out of here, I don't need any
audience".

I was mad, as Jojo's butt disgorged my thick dick with a loud POP! I wanted
to punish him. Jojo ran to the sofa, bouncing his slutty butt, and lied on
his back, holding his legs up to expose his now wide open fuck hole. "Come
on, my black stud! Fuck your little French bitch!" I jumped on him and
plunged my weapon in his sheath in a single, savage shove. He yelled in
pain, his  eyes fluttering, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Yes! Yes! Fuck
me!" Lightning struck me. I had a revelation. Hurting him, making him cry
and beg for mercy, that was my thing. My big dick was my sword and I stabbed
him, whacked at his helpless flesh, ripping his body apart,  crushing him
under my weight as my ramrod kept hitting his battered bottom.

Jojo took it like a samurai falling on his own sword. He'd give his life for
the pleasure of feeling my dick split him in two. "Donne moi ta grosse bite!
Branle de Dieu! Plonge ton epee dans ma chatte! O mon etalon noir, perce mon
cul de ta belle queue!" Only later that night would Jojo write down the
French words for me and teach me their meaning, as we sat at his desk, my
dick buried again in his butt. Right now I just  got the general drift from
his hoarse, sexy  growls. I was heady with the new sensation of becoming the
master of this strong athlete, an older White guy,  my French teacher whom I
used to respect and fear, a married man and a loving father, a rich powerful
foreigner, who had become a slut, a bitch, a mare in heat, a male pussy, a
gaping cunt, to please his motherfucking black stud from the slums of Rio.

I learned to use my dick to control him, as a puppet on a stick. I'd linger
with the head just outside his hole, its hungry lips trying to bite me,
while I teased the poor thing. He'd plead and beg, but I just grazed the
entrance without giving in. Then when he was tired of grasping and his pussy
went out of breath, I'd catch him by surprise and plunge right in, making
his eyes pop out ot his head. I slammed into him, distorting his face in
terrible pain. Then I licked his tears while I spiraled my dick head around,
just inside the mouth of his fuckhole, comforting him. Then another feint,
another plunge, another piledriving slam dunk. I was driving him crazy.

Finally Jojo couldn't take any more. To my surprise, he started to cum
without having touched his own dick. It was the pressure of my cock, deep
inside his rectum, that was making him come. I drove him to a wild orgasm.
His fuckhole went ballistic around my shaft. It was my turn to go off the
charts. I felt it coming from deep within my balls. Jet after jet landed in
his welcoming flesh. I had never come like this before. Our bodies shook,
our mouths locked, we turned into one.

5
Right then a key clicked in the lock. "Honey, we're home! We decided to
spend the rest of the weekend here with you, mon chou!" His wife and kid had
come back earlier. There was no time to pull  my dick from Monsieur Coubon's
butt. The lights were turned on and Madame Coubon shrieked. "Sale tante!
Sacre pede! How could you do this to us?" She covered the eyes of their boy
so he wouldn't see the scene. But I noticed that the blond youngster peeked
under his Mom's fingers to stare at the big black dick that had just emerged
from the depths of Daddy's backside. He kept staring at me as she dragged
him outside and slammed the door, never to return.

Jojo and I laughed hysterically at the scene. He felt relieved. Now he could
finally be himself. He took me to the master bedroom and told me to lie on
the king size bed. He went into a closet and came out in drag, dressed as a
French whore in his wife's stuff, with a blond wig, a tight red corset and
black stockings on his long, strong biker's legs. He sat on my dick,
impaling himself, as he sang Edith Piaf's "Je ne regrette rien" and stripped
for me. He galloped on my black stallion keeping on just the sexier items:
the stockings and the makeup. To this day I have a thing for masculine men
with red lipstick on.

We moved back to the living room. Now it was dark, there was no way the guys
from the slum could see us. So we resumed our fuck by the window, under the
cool breeze that blew from the sea. The moon rose above the white sands of
Ipanema. Moonshine brushed softly against my lover's white flesh and
glistened on my dark skin.  We fucked and fucked until the sun came up, then
went back to bed. I moved in with Jojo. His was the only pussy I fucked for
three years, until I broke into my first virgin butt: his son's.