Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2003 19:32:00 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: huge-and-thick/tails-of-the-alhambra/the-black-caliph

Huge and Thick/ Tails of the Alhambra/ The Black Caliph
by Jorge Alvarez

THE BLACK CALIPH

1
I walk around the beautiful city of Granada in a balmy Sunday afternoon. I'm
wearing loose silk pants with no underwear. My big cock and balls swing
freely under the soft fabric. I'm out to have some fun with Spanish men and
boys. And that's easier than one imagines. My tall, muscular, well-hung
black body catches their eyes.

As I stroll through a beautiful park I notice a shy, handsome young man
following me. I had seen him leaving church earlier with his family. I stop
to look at a Moorish arch. He loiters at a safe distance, looking at me
sideways. Before I go under the arch I smile at him and make an inviting
gesture with my head.

There's a dark, leafy space beyond the arch, with a gurgling fountain on a
wall and a wild, overgrown garden. I disappear behind a tall bush. His light
steps echo on the stone walls. His shadow goes past me and I step behind
him, blocking his escape. He's startled, nervous.

"Oh! I didn't... didn't see you... Please let me go!"

"I saw you following me... Why are you so nervous? You're a very handsome
young man, you know? Come closer".

I take his trembling hand and pull him to me. He's tall but I'm taller. He
has a classic, manly Andalucian head, with short, wavy black hair, dark eyes
and tanned, olive skin. Luscious red lips under a perfectly sculpted, Roman
nose.

I wrap my arms around his waist and press his hot body to mine. I feel the
strong muscles in his back tensing, then relaxing as his mouth meets mine.

"God, you're hot! What's your name?"

"Enrique. And you?"

"Jorge, but you can call me Grossao. How old are you?"

"Nineteen. I've... I've never been with a man before..."

"Really? But you know what you want, don't you Enrique?"

"Yes".

His nervous hands find my already hard dick. His kiss becomes more
passionate, his body shakier, when he realizes how truly enormous is the
male organ now growing alarmingly thick in his hands. I help him to open my
fly and bring Grossao out in the open.

We move to a darker corner of the enclosed patio, well hidden behind a lush
and fragrant jasmine bush. I step out of my pants and help Enrique to his
knees, holding his strong arms around my bulging thighs.

His eyes are fixed on Grossao's head towering over his face. He grabs my
hard dick with both hands, unable to close them around the thick shaft, and
lowers the giant phallus until the head is level with his open, drooling
mouth.

Young Enrique must have played this scene many times in his handsome head,
rehearsing the day when he'd finally be able to suck his first cock. He's no
longer shy nor nervous, but determined to get as much of my male hard meat
in his gullet as he can manage.

He's able to swallow about six inches before he starts gagging. He wants to
disgorge my dick but I hold his head firmly in my hands. Tears gush from his
eyes and he looks up at me, begging for mercy. I shove another four inches
down his throat.

He sputters and chokes on the giant piece of manhood, but recovers his
breath and the hunger for my dick. In a final, brave plunge he gets the
final three inches past the overstretched lips. Nose buried in my bush, the
gorgeous young Spaniard relaxes his throat and starts to pump.

We hear steps on the alley outside. But they go away without crossing under
the arch into our secluded garden. I hold Enrique's head by the small ears
and fuck his gullet, with long, slow strokes. When Grossao's head pops out
-- PLOP! -- I rub it on the reddened cheeks, long-leashed eyes, his whole
handsome face.

The young man opens his mouth wide and gulps Grossao back in. He's just
learned to be a good cocksucker and he wants his reward. He milks my dick
with powerful suction, cradling my hard balls in his large hands.

The hot fingers trigger the spark deep in my balls and he feels the waves of
cum cresting along his tongue before they crash down into the hungry belly.
He savors, swallows and eats all of my male juice, looking up at me with
gratitude.

As I pull my pants up he flees through the arch and down the alley, wiping
cum from his chin with the back of his hand and licking the white globs
avidly. "Follow me", he whispers.

Enrique reaches the large group of his relatives who are eating tapas and
drinking copas around a table under the shade of the trees in a wide plaza.
Someone offers him a glass which he refuses. I know why. He wants to keep
the taste of my cum in his mouth.

>From a distance, the young man sees I'm still here, waiting for him. I'm not
finished with the introduction of this young Spaniard into Grossao's world.
My dick is harder than before.

An older guy sees it and approaches, pretending to ask for fire. He takes a
good look and winks at me. I say I'm not interested. He steps back, follows
my line of sight and smiles, shaking his head. He knows he's no match for
handsome Enrique.

My young prey is telling something to an older man who must be his father.
Enrique shows him where I am and his dad gives me a long, approving gaze.
Other men at the table look at me with lust. They're all like Enrique, big
and handsome. The young man waves good-bye to the whole group and leaves,
after checking if I'm following him. We walk a few blocks. He's almost
running, such is his rush to have Grossao again.

2
He opens the door to a large house and waits for me inside, closing it
behind me. We are in the patio of a typical Spanish mansion. He whispers in
my ears, while we undress.

"There's no hurry. They're not coming back soon. I told them I had to study
for my Anatomy test... I'm in Med school."

Enrique's hands show more than the expertise of a future doctor. As he
worshipes and  kisses my chiseled muscles under the taut, smooth black skin,
he brings Grossao to full arousal. But he's also proud of his gorgeous male
anatomy, turning his back to me to show off his strong legs and powerful,
round buttocks.

I help him climb into the fountain in the middle of the patio. The water jet
spurts high up above his head and comes down trickling over the luscious
curves. I have in my hands the perfect Iberian ephebe, sung first by the
ancient Greeks and Romans -- the white fawn that later inspired the Arab and
Jewish poets of Al-Andalus, one thousand years ago.

At that time Al-Andalus was the ultra-refined center of the civilized world,
with the largest libraries in the West and thousands of baths, where
beautiful white Christian young men delighted their Arab and Jewish masters.

Enrique's lovely features come directly from those youths who inspired some
of the most passionate love poems ever written.

Your beauty is famous in Granada;
yours alone, O ornament of youth!
Arise at dawn,
and pour out, for the fair ones, from your hand,
cups of wine.
As you pluck the lute strings,
the light of your cheek shines
like the daylight sun.
My beloved is near, and my life is sweet.

I kneel in the shallow pond and dive between the wet ripe melons, the
wondrous center of his voluptuous body. I may not have the talent to sing
immortal verses about his beauty, but I know how to awaken in him the desire
to surrender his virginity to my giant dick.

I drink the fresh water that flows in the valley between the twin globes as
I shove my tongue in the moist rosebud that trembles in its deep sanctuary
waiting to be plucked by Grossao.

To my surprise, the pink ring of flesh is not as tight as I should expect of
a virgin boy. Enrique reads my mind and kneels astride the waterspout to
show me his secret. He opens the full, fleshy glutes and places his asshole
right on top of the stone nozzle from which jet gushes up.

The black stone is sculpted in the form of a large, thick phallus, its head
a perfect helmet with a wide slit to let the jet out. Enrique wriggles his
tail, screwing his asshole around the big stone dick. It's not as thick as
Grossao, but still huge.

The boy slides down, and the wide black cylinder disappears between his
gorgeous buttocks. He throws his head back, eyes fluttering, surrendering to
the invasion of his young body by the massive stone priapus. This explains
why, though technically a virgin, Enrique has a very loose and experienced
asshole. God knows for how long he has been impaling himself on the ancient
fountain.

"It's Moorish", he tells me after lifting his hips and freeing himself with
a loud PLOP! from the giant stone dildo. "This fountain has been in our
family for more than a thousand years. It was sculpted after the giant penis
of the Black Caliph of Cordoba. He was the lover of my ancestor, the
Christian knight Pelayo. But the Caliph's younger brother fell in love with
Pelayo and, when he was refused, had Pelayo tortured and dismembered" .

"He became a martyr saint, Saint Pelagius, and the Spanish legend says that
he was killed because he resisted the Caliph's sexual advances. But the
truth is, Pelayo was the Black Caliphs' lover. He died because he didn't
betray his lover. Is his grief, the Black Caliph gave the stone phallus to
Pelayo's family and it has been with us since then, passed from father to
son".

"Through the stone we enter in communion with the spirit of the Black
Caliph. Each time one of Pelayo's descendants impales himself on the stone,
it comes alive and in that way the beautiful Christian youth and his
powerful Moorish lover are again joined. Look, here, how the wonderful stone
column is worn around its girth... You can see that hundreds of my ancestors
used it in the same way, deep up their butts... My father introduced me to
the family secret when I was 13."

Enrique holds Grossao in his hands and slides my humongous dick between his
smooth thighs.

"Men  are crazy for my butt. But I always tell them that I have to follow
the family tradition and  save my rosebud for a cock that is bigger than the
stone dick. Yes, we believe that one day the Black Caliph will return to
fuck us. Because of that, all my ancestors have died without ever
discovering the pleasure of shoving a real flesh-and-blood cock up their
butts. But I knew that one day you would come to me, Black Caliph, and here
you are. Take me!"

Enrique frees my cock and turns around. He slides Grossao back between his
strong legs. My upturned cock crushes the boy's balls and lifts his own hard
cock, standing up against the smooth hard belly. Enrique looks lovingly at
Grossao's huge head and drools on it, rubbing his spit on the throbbing
glans, mixing it with my sticky precum.

I lift the young man's body by his strong buttocks. Grossao's head slides
down until it finds the hollow space between the plump butt cheeks. My white
fawn wraps his muscular arms back, around my neck, places his feet on my
knees and circles his sweet tail, rubbing the fleshy ring around the hard
flange of my dick's wide helmet.

The jet from the fountain enfolds our joined bodies in water, as Grossao
slowly penetrates this altar of male love that no man has ever violated.
There is a delicious moment of resistance, for my cock is thicker than the
stone cylinder that has prepared his anus for my invasion. Suddenly the
young flesh yields and Grossao's black, glistening head slides majestically
up the open gates of Enrique's virgin tunnel.

The boy moans sweetly, surrendering mind as well as body to the fierce
conqueror of his youth's flower. He turns his handsome head back and looks
into my eyes with awe and gratitude.

"Oh my God, you're so huge! So good!"

The walls of the gallery all around the patio have tall mirrors
strategically placed to reflect the fountain in the middle. They show the
young man's strong legs, narrow waist, washboard abs and broad chest, his
hard cock up in a sharp angle, as he struggles to impale himself on my dick.

The mirrors on the other side show my powerful black body holding up the
young white ephebe, his gorgeous buttocks opened wide by the massive girth
of my ultra thick cock. As I start to fuck him slowly, I see in each mirror
my dick and his butt in a different stage of penetration.

Deep in the bliss of surrendering his body to Grossao, Enrique looks at his
image in the same mirrors in which he saw himself growing up and, since his
early teens, discovering the pleasures of anal sex when he started to mount
the stone phallus. Now the cool patio that is the center of this strange
family's life is witness to Enrique's rebirth as Grossao's new pussy boy.

I've fucked thousands of men and boys all over the world and I've been
especially lucky in this trip to Spain, with a new exquisite male pussy to
fuck almost every day. But Enrique is special. Not only his body and face
are awesome, but there's a perfect fit between my dick and his fuck hole.
Not too tight, though I'm his first fucker, not too loose, though he's been
impaling himself for years on the bulky stone pillar. Just perfect.

I don't give a shit for all this crap about Pelayo and the Black Caliph. I
just want to fuck Enrique. I grab the sweet boy's hips and pull him back,
burying my dick to the hilt in his welcoming ass. Enrique bounces on my lap,
tilts his hips forward and slams them back, banging his own pussy with my
ramrod.

"How I've dreamed of this! A real flesh-and-blood dick, throbbing inside my
butt. I love my fountain-dildo but there's nothing like your hot, living,
fucking Grossao. Fuck me! Fuck my hungry young pussy!"

"You like that dick, young man? You're going to love it even more when it
starts flooding you with its male seed. That's something your stone cock
never gave you..."

"Yeah, but you should feel how great it is to be filled by its jet of fresh
water. Why don't you try?"

The boy reads my mind. I'm dying to have my own taste of his stone toy. With
Enrique sitting on my lap, impaled on Grossao, I slowly crouch over the
waterspout. I feel the big squirting head opening my well-used rosebud as I
slide my loose ring down the wide stone shaft. Incredibly, it seems to come
alive in my butt, and to grow even bigger. Damn! Is it really the Caliph's
dick coming back to life in my hot fuckhole, or am I hallucinating?

I look in the mirrors to see Enrique's faithful dildo disappear between my
strong black buns. The feeling is intense, both from the thick cylinder
stretching my flesh and from the water jet flooding my insides. When the fat
head hits my prostate, I start to cum in the boy's receptive chute, flooding
him in my turn with hot male juice.

Enrique's dick responds by gushing violently, as high as the water jet
climbed before I impaled myself on the fountain. The boy's sex foam showers
over our heads, as we grunt and moan in our joint orgasm. I have the weird
sensation that the jets in my bowels, from the stone dick, suddenly become
hotter and thicker. As if the Black Caliph was cumming in my butt!

I stand up, disgorging the stone dick with a loud PLOP! and climb down the
fountain still carrying Enrique's limp body impaled on Grossao. I want to
fuck him in his bed. He shows me the stairs and I go up, carrying him in my
arms, with Grossao getting hard again inside the white boy's heavenly butt.

3
Upstairs, we go into a very large room, lit by torches on the walls. There
are 12 paintings all around, with tall curtains between them. Enrique,
sitting on my lap with his legs wrapped around my waist, moaning every time
I shove Grossao up his sweet ass, tells me it's the Passion of Saint
Pelagius.

"The first paintings show Pelayo as a young Christian knight, fighting the
Moors. He is captured in battle by the Black Caliph. Here you see Pelayo
brought as a prisoner to the Caliph's tent. They're alone. The Moor falls in
love, dazzled by the white youth's beauty. Pelayo is seduced by the Caliphs
masculinity and his awesome, huge black dick. They become lovers and every
night the ruler of Cordoba surrenders his giant weapon to the young
Christian's heavenly buttocks. The court's poets sing their pure love in
Arabic and Hebrew poems".

"But the Caliph has an evil brother, Nasir, mad with lust for Pelayo. My
ancestor refuses Nasir's advances, scorns him, and the revenge is terrible.
Nasir kidnaps Pelayo, puts him to torture and dismembers his beautiful body.
When the Black Caliph discovers his brother's crime he slays Nasir. In his
grief, the Black Caliph abandons Cordoba and disappears in the North African
desert. But before he goes, he has a copy of his dick made in black stone
and gives it to Pelayo's male relatives, promising that if they and their
descendants worship the phalus up their butts, one day he, the Black Caliph,
will return and then Pelayo will be reborn".

I ask him why the last painting is covered.

"That has never been revealed. It can only be seen after the return of the
Black Caliph".

Suddenly, the curtains are drawn and from behind them 12 tall, imposing men
step forward, dressed like medieval knights, with chain mail armor. There's
a high mirrror behind each of them and I can see that their strong white
butts are naked!

I recognize Enrique's father and his other relatives that I saw earlier in
the park. They all have the same aristocratic, haughty profile. Some are
older, some younger. Enrique's uncles and cousins, I guess.

Enrique raises his body from my lap, disgorging Grossao from his ass --
PLOP! -- and jumps down on the floor, joining his dad. The men are in a
circle around me, all of them staring at my hard erect dick, now free from
its prison inside the young man's hot butt. The 12 knights fall on their
knees, joined by Enrique.

"You have returned!", proclaims the father. "The Black Caliph! Master, bless
us with your powerful sword! We are the Knights of San Pelayo and the Black
Caliph!"

The father approaches and kneels in front of me. I take my cue from the
painting of the Black Caliph's return, where a big nigger like me puts his
huge cock on a kneeling knight's shoulder. I do the same, touching Enrique's
dad on each side of his handsome head.

Then the manly knight takes Grossao in his hands, as if holding a precious,
holy staff, opens his mouth wide and shoves the giant head in. The other men
chant some ancient incantation in their deep voices, urging him on. The
brave warrior takes Grossao down his gullet like a man. No gagging. No
tears. With his nose buried in my pubes, he looks at me like one looks at
his God.

Then he disgorges Grossao -- you know the sound -- stands up, turns around,
bends over, opens his bare buttocks, that look gorgeous, tightly hugged in
the chain mail suit, and starts to impale himself on my dick.

I have again the incredible sensation I had with his son, the resistance of
a well-trained but still technically virgin pussy, against a dick that is
thicker than the stone dildo he has been taking up his butt for so long. He
grunts a little, wags his tail to screw my dick in his hole, and finally
humps back with the huge shaft fully buried in his ass.

"Oh my God, Black Caliph, you're so huge! Over the centuries my ancestors'
fuck holes wore down the stone around its girth, so now it's considerably
thinner than your penis, Master. But with a little prayer and a lot of faith
I got the whole thing in me. Oh, Master, you're so good. Fuck me!"

Well, he didn't have to ask. Excited by the whole setup, with the other
knights and his own son egging us on, while they wait for their turn to be
fucked by Grossao, I just let myself go and fuck the bejesus out of this
strong, handsome Spaniard's ass.

I don't know about black caliphs and white ephebes, but this guy, just like
his son, sure has a fucking hot male pussy. Not too tight, not too loose,
just what the doctor ordered. Grossao has a ball, playing the hula hoop with
the big guy's fuck ring. Before he can say Amen, I baptize his virgin hole
with a gallon of blessed male milk.

PLOP! he goes off and another, older guy takes his place. His hair is gray
but the butt is as hard and sumptuous as Enrique's and his dad's. As I fuck
him, he tells me that he firmly believed that I, the Black Caliph, would
return in his generation. The stone dildo is getting thinner every year, he
explains, and soon it would have become just a cheap rip-off of the
original. Thank God, he says, in his lifetime his anus is being blessed with
the knowledge of the real Black Caliph's giant dick.

One after the other, I fuck every male in Enrique's family, dousing them
with Grossao's endless effluvia of male lava. Finally, when every uncle and
cousin is sated, I can have my sweet youngster back, for I have reserved for
the smooth, strong pillows of his beatific butt a colossal blast of cum.

I pull all stops, loose all restraints, as I shove Grossao deep and hard in
Enrique's welcoming fuck chute. Unlike his grunting, masculine relatives,
the boy lets his slutty nature take over. He howls like a cat in heat,
squeals like a pig under the knife, neighs lilke a well fucked horse. He may
be a saint in heaven, but here on earth I turn Pelayo into my own bitch.

When Enrique starts cumming his relatives are already knelling around him,
their open mouths waiting for the bounty. As they slurp the thick white
globs and fight for more, I feel my own tidewave swelling up through my
overworked balls and rushing along the wide shaft held tight in the boy's
anus, exploding as big balls of white fire in the core of his hot male body.

"Now we have communed with our ancestor San Pelayo and are allowed to unveil
the last scene of his passion!"

They have a crazy look on their faces while the last paiinting is unveiled.
Ooops! It shows the Black Moor's body cut to pieces and his huge black cock
being eaten allive by Pelayo's descendants, as the saint rises from his
tomb!  Fucking no! I'm out of here...

I push Enrique away -- PLOP! -- and run for the door. Thank God it's
unlocked. I run to the next room where a wide window is open and jump out,
praying to land without a broken leg. I can't believe my eyes when I see
myself landing on a bull. I'm in the bullring stables, right outside
Enrique's house. And guess  who's mounting the same bull, in front of me,
with his buttocks open, waiting for my dick?

Jorge Alvarez
grossao13@hotmail.com