Date: Tue, 05 Aug 2003 11:18:47 -0300
From: Jorge Alvarez
Subject: belle-of-the-night-1

Belle of the Night
by Jorge Alvarez

Georges F. is one of the young pupils at my soccer-school-cum-boy-brothel. I
brought him with me to America from our native Brazil. Here's the first part
of his story.

1
The sexy smell starts in November. Summer is coming and its first sign is
the strong, overwhelming scent of the belle-of-the-night. The flower itself
is unremarkable. But its sweet, pungent, powerful odor is the closest thing
in nature to male cum. I'm sure it's that smell that makes the cats go crazy
and fuck all night on the roof. Their screeches and shrieks keep me awake,
thinking of black men and sex.

I was 15 and lived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. A white French boy who grew up
in the Tropics.

One night I couldn't sleep with the cats screeching, and there it was... The
strong erotic perfume of those flowers. They grew in my backyard. The house
where I lived with my parents and my older sister had a large garden filled
with belle-of-the-nights. Before I started to mature sexually they were just
an annoying stench. That night, they made all the difference.

My room opened to the garden through French doors. I was free to leave and
wander through the tall scented bushes. For some time now I had had
fantasies of sex with men. I felt a strong attraction to black men and the
huge bulges in their groins. I jerked off imagining that a big black guy was
fucking me with his giant penis.

Being the majority of the population in Rio, blacks were everywhere, but I
never had the courage to get close to one of those hunks. I noticed that
most of them felt attracted to me. I detected men staring at my plump bubble
butt. Some tried to grab my ass, but I always fled, blushing.

That night I decided to face my deep yearning for sex with a black man.

Then I heard a whistle. Someone was outside the wall, walking down the stone
paved street. It was the night watchman. I felt the urge to give him my
rosebud.

I opened the small iron gate and left my house. I was leaving behind family,
childhood, manhood and virginity. That whistle had a power over me. The
erotic perfume of the invisible flowers had a physical presence. It guided
me to my new life as a pussy boy.

I lost the blurred smudge of the tall man's shape in the growing darkness.
Our street ended on a swamp. No houses, no lights. Only the din of nature:
bull frogs, crickets, bugs, all kinds of nightly critters. I felt frightened
and thrilled. In my short life, I had never been so far from home alone in
the night.

I was now in the middle of a dark, empty lot. I didn't know what had brought
me there. But, at the same time, I knew. The whistle. That guy. His dark,
tall silhouette barely seen in the gloom of night.

I froze. First, his hands on my nipples. Then, his groin pressed against my
butt. Then he whispered in my ears.

"Hi pretty boy... Quer brincar comigo?", do you want to play with me?

I was only 15 but I knew what I wanted. This man. His big hard dick. Fucking
me. Fucking me hard.

I looked back. In the almost total darkness I still could see that his skin
was black. His white teeth flashed a sexy smile.

"Suck my dick", he said. " Make it hard and wet to fuck your pussy".

"It's my first time".

"Goood, I'll take your cabacinho". That's the Brazilian word for a boy's
virgin asshole.

I knelt, grabed his dick and tried to open my lips around the big head. It
was so wide! I tasted my first black dick. I felt overpowered by the strong
masculine smell. I tried to swallow the whole thing but it was too long.
When he shoved the big head in my throat I gagged. I looked at him, asking
for mercy. He grinned and pushed another two inches down my gullet.

He pulled out, with a loud PLOP! and told me to stand up, turn around and
brace my arms on my knees, bending over. He spat in is hand and opened my
buttocks. I felt his big fingers looking for the entrance to my young white
body.

He placed the big head on my rosebud and pushed. It went in, slowly,
stretching the narrow tunnel.
His cock felt huge inside my slender body. It hurt a little, but only in the
beginning. It felt wonderful. I was able to take the overendowed black stud
of my dreams! I was proud of my young butt, of how I made this hunk horny as
he buggered me. My childhood was history. Now I was a man with a male pussy.
To service big black hunks like him.

I wanted to remember this first dick for the rest of my life. My newborn
pussy recorded for posterity her creator's dimensions and every move. He
fucked me with long, slow shoves. He made me discover that my male fuck hole
had several layers of erotic points, that he stimulated with his thick hard
dick as he changed the angle of penetration and the pace of his thrusts.

I was becoming a boy bitch. I loved it.

He wetted his strong fingers in my mouth. With his left hand he rolled my
hard nipples. With the other he jerked my raging hardon. His hand felt hot
and firm, wrapped around my young dick. I couldn't hold much longer. I came
with long jets of white cum. I had never come so hard. I felt my fuck hole
squeeze his dick with involuntary spasms. That made me cum again.

Then my black fucker came deep inside me, triggering my third orgasm. I felt
like passing out from so much sexual bliss. He kissed the back of my neck,
then turned my head and plunged his hot tongue in my little mouth.

I wanted to keep his dick inside, to prolong the wonderful sensation of
being possessed by this man and his huge cock. I'll never forget his craving
for me, his lust. Right then, this big black man wanted me more than
anything else. The thin white French boy with the big plump butt made him
horny. On that particular night and moment I fulfilled all his desires. I
made him cum in me. And that's what my life was going to be all about.

"I have to go", he said. "I want to fuck you again, tomorrow night".

2
After he left me alone I fingered my sore hole. It was wet and sticky with
his cum. I scooped a big glob with my fingers and tasted the strong, bitter
flavor of male seed for the first time. I became addicted.

Then I noticed another tall shadow moving under the trees. I was scared. Who
was this new guy? He got closer and I recognized him. Joao, the delivery guy
who worked at the grocery store. The young black man who every morning
brought my mother fresh baguettes and bananas.

"Are you all right, Georges?"

"Yes, Joao, I'm great".

"I saw you with that guy. You should be more careful".

"It was OK."

"I know, I watched you. You're a very beautiful boy, you know? I was jerking
off, seeing you get it up the ass like that, but he finished before I did".

I knew it. He wanted to be next in my butt. I saw, when he got closer, the
big hard dick in his hand. The first guy left me so excited that I had to
have another one.

Joao grabbed me by the waist, turned me around and lifted me from the
ground, telling me to hold to a branch of the mango tree under which we met.
He stuck his large tongue in my hole, sucking the first guy's cum.

"Mmmm, I love your French tush, boy. So plump and sweet, like two fresh
white mellons. Every morning when I go see your Mom I watch you leave for
school, bouncing that pretty slutty ass and I get a hardon. I told myself I
had to be the first to bust your cherry but that fucker beat me. No problem,
now I'll make this boy pussy mine. Your butt is just like your Mom's, only
fresher".

Then he lowered me down on his cock. The giant fuck tool went in easily,
with a slurp, up my slimy butt pussy.

His dick was much bigger that the first guy's. But I took it well. I was
beginning to feel proud of my performance as a bottom, a slut for black men
with big dicks. I'm still amazed by how much dick I can take up the ass with
little pain.

I was intrigued by what he said about my mother. She stayed alone after my
Dad, my sister and I left in the morning. Was the delivery guy fucking her?
I felt jealous. I wanted to be better than her. Now I understood from whom I
took my passion for big black dick.

Joao raised me by the hips, until the bulging head of his cock plopped out
from my pussy. He rubbed the hard glans, the size and shape of a large
mango, on the swollen borders of my distented ring. He teased me until I
begged for his dick.

" Fuck me!" I cried.

Then he just let me fall on his lap, plunging his giant black baguette in
one fell swoop. I moaned loudly, whimpering like a bitch. Much more than the
night watchman, he made me feel like a slut. I begged him to fuck me hard
and good. He slapped the abundant white flesh of my smooth buttocks. He was
in a trance, determined to plant his wide ebony banana in my snow-white,
European derriere.

I wanted his seed, I had to feel again the wondrous rush of male jism
gushing deep inside me. I sensed the onrush of his violent orgasm when he
held me down by the shoulders, his dick impaled to the hilt, and the thick
beam shook like an erupting vulcan and spewed its hot male lava in my
bowels.  I came with him, spraying the mango tree with my tiny jets.

"I'll walk you home", Joao said.

He kept me sitting on his lap, like a baby, his now not so hard dick buried
in my ass. He spun me around and I wrapped my arms around  his neck and my
legs on his waist. As he walked, his dick got harder and harder and soon he
was fucking me again.

Joao stepped his pace. He was now jogging along the dark streets, boucing me
on his giant cock. I held tight, not only with my limbs but mainly with my
pussy, squeezed tight around the shaft, for a good grip on his jumping black
stallion. Joao galloped under the trees, neighing like a stud. We were close
to my house when he came with jets that felt stronger than before. I doubted
that he could do that with my mother, she would be to heavy to carry around
like that. Again I felt proud of my first night as a boy pussy.

He left me at the door, told me to go to sleep and left, his big cock and
balls swinging freely in his lose pants. He was the image of the malandro
carioca, the black thug from Rio who fucks everyone on sight and moves to
the next adventure.

I felt empty. I needed more dick, big black dick inside my recently
inaugurated pussy. I felt an itch, deep down, that needed to be taken care
of. Only a huge cock could do that job.

3
Instead of going inside, I went downhill again, this time straight to the
shore line, where the docks are. I knew there were plenty of burly men
working there. Even though it was so late I might find a few to fuck me.

I was right. Walking on the long pier I heard grunts coming from behind a
large crane. I approached, under the cover of darkness. My eyes got used to
the gloom and I saw two big black stevedores. The taller one was fucking the
other, standing up. He held the shorter one by the waist with his amazingly
strong arm and with the other hand he beat the guy's thick hard meat.

It was the most exciting scene I had ever seen. I trembled with lust. Then
they saw me and gestured for me to come close. I went down on the shorter
guy's big hard dick. I had to open my mouth very wide to take the head in.

The guy held my head in his hands and pushed. His cock went straight down my
gullet. I gagged but he didn't let me go. I thought I was going to suffocate
and die but my throat quickly adapted to my huge invader. The same night my
asshole had become a pussy, I was beginning a parallel career as a
cocksucker. And from the grunts of approval I was getting from the black
stud, I was good at it. It came naturally.

The taller stevedore left the shorter one's butt and came behind me. He had
a big surprise for me. The two big dicks I had taken up the ass that night
hadn't prepared me for his length and girth. When he buried it up my butt
pussy I almost fainted. I would have screamed if my slender throat hadn't
been stuffed with hard male meat.

My squeals and whimpers were muffled, while tears streamed down my pretty
face. I felt like a piglet spitted through both ends. They raised me impaled
on their spears and held me aloft, supported only by their pistoning dicks.

The pain turned into delight and soon I was cumming with them. They flooded
my young body with cum. I was in pig bottom heaven. Now I felt like a real
bitch.

They dropped me on the ground and disappeared. My legs were so weak I had to
crawl. I left a white streak of cum on the cement floor. But I was happy. I
dragged myself back to bed and had the sweetest wet dreams.

4
The next evening I waited until my parents were snoring. The scent of the
belle-of-the-night was already raging. This time I went in the other
direction, uphill. I knew where I was going and who I would see. My first
fuck date.

In the morning my mother had taken me to the church up the hill. It was a
holy day, All Souls Day, and there was going to be a big mass. While my
mother waited in line for confession, I loitered around the church. In a
dark chapel in the back I saw a big black man polishing religious
silverware. I stopped to watch him. I knew who he was. The usher, Chicao. I
admired Chicao's big hands as he worked. I was also checking the huge bulge
in his short pants and the massive calves under his taut, smooth black skin.
I had an instant hardon.

He signaled for me to come closer. He was kneeling on the ground, rubbing a
candelabra.

"Hi pretty boy. Mom's at confession? Then we have plenty of time... Can you
help me carry this other candlesticks to their places?"

He took me to a niche behind the chapel's altarpiece. There was a high shelf
were the silverware was to be stored. He gave me a hand to climb up a ladder
and pushed my plump tush to help me up. He left his large hands there.

My butt was level with his face. He lowered my shorts and plunged his big
flat nose in the deep cleft between my smooth white buns. I felt his rough
tongue entering my no longer virgin hole. He started to eat my pussy with
long, slow strokes of his thick, lively tongue.

>From the high place were I was perched I could look over the altarpiece and
see the other side of the church, where my mother was now kneeling at the
confessional.

"Oh my God, boy, your tush is heaven! Just like your Mom's"

"You fucked Mom's butt?"

"Every black guy with a big dick in the neighborood has. Why do you think
she takes so long at confession?"

"She gets fucked a lot and then repents?"

"No, father Julio loves to hear her tell him every detail. He jerks off and
than gives her his seed, as a blessing. Just look at them".

Chicao went back to the hot rimming he was giving me, while I saw father
Julio, a young black priest,  lean out of the confessional and extend his
cupped hands to my mother. She approached her mouth and gobbled the whole
thing, licking his palms. The white stuff could look like a host to the
unsuspecting. But she was communing with the priest's cum.

"Hurry, we don't have much time. My mother will be looking for me in a
moment!"

Chicao lowered me to his lap and planted his dick in me in one shove. It was
a truly immense male organ, my largest and thicker so far. I felt lucky that
in my brief career as a boy slut each of my buttfuckers had been bigger,
cockwise, than the one before.

Chicao gagged me with his big black hand to muffle my moans. I felt his
gushing whopper cumming up my butt in a place deeper than any of the other
fuckers had reached.

He pulled up my shorts, patted my cum filled tush and told me to come back
later, a little before midnight, when he would be closing the church after
the last service.

And I was know, in the dark street, driven by the erotic aroma of my
favorite flowers, walking uphill to meet Chicao.

A side door of the church was half closed, as he had told me. I sneaked in
and shut it behind me. The large baroque temple was now deserted, lit only
by the flicker of candles. I looked for the chapel were my black stud had
briefly fucked me before the morning mass.

He was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had stood me up. Maybe he was fucking
another white kid, some cute choirboy more experienced than me. I went to
light a candle to St Anthony, who helps lovers in distress, and closed my
eyes to make a little prayer, asking for a special favor.

My prayer was answered. I felt Chicao's big arms enveloping my waist and
raising me from the ground. He buried his face in my long, wavy brown hair
and bit my ears. I looked at St Anthony in gratitude, as my lover lowered my
shorts and brought me down on his thick black candelabrum. I thanked the
saint for giving me so quickly what I had asked: Chicao's huge cock.

He walked around the darkened church with me impaled on his staff. The
smiling saints and cupids looked on, as he bounced me up with hip thrusts,
landing me back on his lap, with each shove burying an extra thick inch up
my overstuffed boy pussy.

Finally we reached the main altar where he laid my young white body as the
sacrificial lamb. I looked up to the saints in heaven while Chicao ushered
his blessed obsidian pillar into my pleasure dome. He opened my legs wide
and pulled my feet to his mouth, biting the tender flesh.

"Boy, you're just like those little angels up there. Now I'll see their
pretty white butts and feet and get horny thinking of you..."

"Do you like my pussy, big guy?"

"Yeah boy I love your pussy. Better than your Mom's butt hole..."

"You fuck my Mom up the ass?"

"Yeah, that's her thing. Her pussy she keeps for your Dad. Her asshole is
her real pussy, just like yours... You like that dick?"

"Yeah man, it's so big. Biggest I've had so far".

"Who took your cherry?"

"The night watchman down at my street. He whistled and I went".

"That whistle was for your Mom. He fucks her behind the scented bushes".

"The belle-of-the-night bushes? How do you know?

"She tells the priest and when I fuck him he tells me".

"You fuck the priest too?"

"How do you think I got this job?"

"O God I never imagined anything so wild as being fucked on the altar by the
usher who fucks the priest! Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black dick!"

"Now that you asked nicely, little boy, here, take it!"

My ring had been broken just the night before, so I still had a narrow,
tight canal for Chicao's Titanic to cruise along. And I discovered there was
another ring to break. The one deep inside, where no one had reached before.

Chicao climbed on the altar, pushing my legs all the way over my head. My
hips were curled up, my butt eye looking straight up, while he supported
himself on hands and toes, in a plank position. Chicao shot his hips down
and up, up and down, pile driving me to the cold marble stone.

That updated missionary position made his whopper go much deeper than
before. The wide head pierced the ring at the bottom of my rectum. I lost my
second virginity, and I loved it.

My cum sprayed up on his chest, while he froze buried even deeper, hacking
my body in two. The flash flood of male seed swamped me and gushed out
through all my holes. There wasn't a single cell in my body he didn't breed.
I heard the angels sing.

Chicao told me that he had to close the church and go back home to his wife
and kids. But he asked me to come every night to help him release his pent
up potency. Right now, I had to go elsewhere to get what I needed: more big
dick.

5
As I left the church I heard a whistle. That whistle. The smell of the belle
hit my soul. A thrill went up my male pussy. Was that him? The conqueror of
my virginity? The night watchman!

Yes, it was a night watchman but not mine. This one was... white! More or
less. He was one of those guys from Northeastern Brazil who are called Flat
Heads. They have Portuguese blood mixed with Brazilian Indian, Dutch and
some African. In Brazil who hasn't someone in the family who's been fucked
by a black?

His skin was olive, his eyes green and his frizzy hair blond, coming from
some Dutch ancestor. And he was built like a brick house. A short, sturdy,
burly guy with huge arms and pecs. Though he wasn't black, I thought he was
hot.

"What is a young boy like you doing outside at such a late hour?"

"I... I was in the church... Praying..."

"Mmmmmm, I see. You're one of Chicao's boys... I know to what God you were
praying, boy... Who are your parents?"

I told him.

"Ah, you're  the son of the French bitch! She goes only with blacks, but I
hope her son is not so one-sided..."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Come here, boy. Follow me".

He took me to the park in our neighborhood where I used to play as a little
boy, called the Garden of Allah. My Mom loved to take me there. I spent
hours on the swings while she disappeared behind the bushes.

Now it was dark, the lush leafy trees meshing with the undergrowth forming
dark narrow tunnels that reminded me of my fuck hole.

The night watchman, whose name was Lula, carried a big wooden stick. When we
got to a darker, secluded area, he ordered:

"Boy, get your pants down. Turn your back to me. You want my big stick up
your ass?"

"Yes, sir!"

I bent over and felt the hard edge of the wooden stick forcing its way up my
hole.

"No please! Not that stuff! I want the real thing!"

"Oh, so you like a real dick up your butt, little boy?"

"Yes, please!"

I closed my eyes and felt a really big, round, enormous object between my
butt cheeks.

"Breath, boy, breath deeply and relax. This will hurt but you can take it. I
give all of Chicao's boys an upgrade".

I was nervous. My ring contracted instead of opening.

"Please let me suck it first!"

"You can always try..."

I turned around and my jaw dropped. Right in front of my face was the
thickest dick I'd ever seen. Not as long as Chicao's, but much wider around.
The head was blunt, flat lilke Lula's. That must come from the Indians, I
thought. How interesting. In a flash, Lula liberated me from my obsession
with blacks. If a "white" could be so... gorgeous!... then I'd become color
blind.

The only drawback: no human being could hope to suck that thing. Too wide.
So I settled on lapping around the hard shaft, making him moan, kissing the
moist tip already leaking precum, making him moan louder, then munching on
the manageable hairy balls, making him howl. His balls were not
proportionate to his cock, thank God. When Lula was created, too much went
into the dick, so there wasn't much left for the balls.

But Lula wasn't really into oral sex. That was just a preliminary. He lied
on the tall grass and told me to sit on his dick.

"Now boy I want to see what you're really capable of. It's your moment of
truth!"

Ï felt challenged. I looked him hard in the eye and mounted his wide body,
my thin legs astride his waist. I got a good grip on his humongous dick,
even thoug I couldn't close my hands around it, and sat bravely on top,
hoping that gravity would do the trick.

Alas! It was as if I had sat on a wide stool with the hope of impaling
myself on it.

Thankfully, Lula had a lot of experience with boys. First he fisted me. He
introduced one thick finger, than another, and soon the whole hand was in,
giving me a new feeling of fullness inside. He opened his hand inside my
bowels and tickled me. I giggled like a little boy. Then he pulled it out
and told me what to do.

"Agora senta na pica garoto", now sit on that dick, boy.

I did. With Lula's help, I jiggled my butt in such a way that I wrapped the
borders of my pussy around his outrageously thick thing.

When I felt the huge girth of the head was totally encircled, I  shot my
legs and arms up and just plunged down. It worked!

I descended, slowly, into a wholly new experience. I discovered that cock
length is not all there is to butt fucking. Width is just as important, if
not more.

Being able to acommodate such a wide piece of dick was a huge thrill to my
teeange body and mind. It was just the second night of my outing and I was
already pushing the envelope!

Here's my advice to all 15 year-olds like me who yearn for thick dicks. Sit
on them! That's no better way to get acquainted with butt fucking. I worked
my fuck tube around the white night watchman's impossibly thick shaft and my
fuck pouch got so pliable, so loose, so much like a hungry pussy, that I
started to invent rhytms, offbeat pulses, deep long gulps of my hungry butt
mouth on his ultra bulky fucker. He growled with lust.

It didn't last. The stocky stud came in long, fiery spurts, washing my now
ultra stretched inner membranes with his liquid seed.

Lula went back to his rounds, leaving me with an incurable itch for more
dick.

I wondered around the dark park, full of shadowy figures of men in various
stages of coupling. The sexy smell of the belle-of-the-night merged with the
tangy whiff of male cum in the damp air. The light of cigarette butts
flickered like red fireflies behind the bushes where lonely men prowled in
search for fuck buddies.

A bend in a darker trail led me to a place enclosed in a dense bamboo
thicket. Loud grunts announced heavy action inside. When my eyes got used to
the darkness, I saw three tall black men, in soldier uniform, and two
kneelling white teenagers. The two young men tried to suck the three big
hard dicks at the same time, like starving beggars invited to a banquet.

Then I recognized the boys. Two brothers, Mauro and Murilo, a little older
than me, who were my schoolmates. They were big, strong, athletic jocks, who
wowed the girls and bullied sissy boys like me. And here they were, enjoying
their true calling as cocksuckers devoted to big black dicks.

"Hi Mauro! Hi Murilo! Nice cocks you've got there! I'm so glad that after so
many years calling me a cocksucker you finally moved to my camp!"

The two big brothers gagged on the black logs that filled their throats.

"Please don't tell anyone!", said Mauro.

"We promise we're going to treat you well, just don't tell".

"I promise with one condition. That you share your meal with me".

"Be our guest!"

I knelt between the two slurping jocks and ingurgitated the largest of the
three gorgeous black spears.
I struggled to absorb the giant shaft, as my cocksuking abilities had not
yet been as well honed as my butt pussy work. Mauro and Murilo were
obviously much more experienced. They showed me how to cover the teeth with
the lips and breath through the nose to relax the throat and avoid gagging,
in good jock style. They told me they had been sucking the studs in the
local soccer team since they were 11 and 12. They had five years on me. I
was no competition to their cum-guzzling throats.

On the other hand, I had become in just two nights a butt fucking expert. I
wanted to show off my new skills. So I disgorged the thick fuck tool, stood
up, lowered my shorts, bent over and opened my buns, presenting my brand new
boy pussy to the black soldier. He shot his hips forward and the whole
sausage disappeared between my plump buttocks. My buddies were wowed.

"We never did that, Georges. Doesn't it hurt like hell?"

"You don't know what you're missing boys... Just try it".

Reluctantly, the two big jocks stood up and dropped their short pants. The
blacks were grinning and flexing their whoppers, with the prospect of
busting the cherries of these two buffed up white hunks. They grabbed their
hips and before the brothers had time to react, their virgin butt holes were
forever turned into hungry male pussies. But first their new fuck holes had
to go through serious birth pain, as their creators' fuck tools were
exceptionally large.

Mauro and Murilo wailed and howled as their strong jock butts were pummeled
by the two soldiers. But finally the pain subsided and they started to enjoy
the ride. Our three fuckers synchronized their rhythm so the slapping sound
of black groins against white buttocks had a fast samba beat, a batucada.

"Marraio! Primeiro sou Rei". That's what Brazilian jocks shout to challenge
their rivals in a race. It means "I'll be first and win, I'll be king".

My two jock schoolmates were in a race with me to see who would make his
fucker cum first. I had a good head start on them, or shoud I say a butt
start. Even though their newly opened holes were tighter, my road tested boy
pussy had more tricks under its... ring.

I pumped my soldier's whopper with my well developed fuck hole muscles and
gyrated my hips to ofer him a different angle of penetration for each
thrust. For every shove I shot my hips back to make sure  the big head
landed smack on my G spot.

I came in spurts of white boy semen triggering a massive orgasm in my
grunting black soldier.

The two jocks looked crestfallen to see me winning over them, but soon they
grinned in joy when their efforts were rewarded by the first load of cum
their new pussies ever received. The jock brothers came with yells of
triumph.

To their surprise, the three soldiers removed their dicks with a collective
PLOP! only to be immediately replaced by three more cocks, even bigger and
harder. We boys hadn't noticed that behind us a line had been forming, with
dozens of men crowding our hideout.

The news that three beautiful young white boys were taking it up the ass
with gusto had rushed like wildfire through the park, drawing a mob of black
and not so black men to the bamboo grove.

We were surrounded by a forest of ebony trunks, throbbing and glistening,
pressing against our bellies, our faces, our thighs and arms. One big cock
replaced another in our gaping boy pussies in quick succession. Our mouths
overflowed with cum from countless dicks.

I felt for the first time two cocks fighting for my fuck tunnel, both lodged
inside, wrestling with each other for the sole possession of my boy hole.
They came quickly, only to be replaced by another pair. I looked at Murilo
and Mauro and saw that each had three big black dicks thrusting between his
obscenely open buttocks. Then I noticed that I also had a trio of black
cocks tapdancing in my balroom!

The unexperienced brothers screeched like slaughtered pigs but the look on
their handsome faces was one of bliss.

The men took each of us to a different spot, so a larger group could attack
each boy. I lost sight of the jocks. I was now lost in a sea of men, an
ocean of sperm that flowed in and out of my holes. I urged them to fuck me
harder and deeper. I was an enraged pussy, determined to yank every ounce of
cum from their balls.

When I finally exhausted them, I was left on the ground, panting, my legs
too weak to support me. I could only crouch and walk with my legs bent, like
a duck, while my pussy quacked with every gush of cum that blurted from its
open beak.

The men called me "marreco", the little duck. It's also the male form of
"marreca", the pussy. A perfect nickname. From now on I was to be Marreco,
the Duck Boy.

I quacked my way out of the bamboo grove and lied on the grass, looking at
the stars, the ground around me flooded with the semen that oozed from my
ravaged body. I was in heaven.

When the dawn with its rosy fingers began to lift the veil of night, I felt
strong enough to head home, where I showered and went to bed, already
planning my next night in the Garden of Allah.

6
The next evening I waited for my parents to go to bed and left. Outside the
house I saw Manuel, my big sister's fiance. He's a hunky black soccer
player. My parents, being French, let her date him. Our white Brazilian
neighbors frowned on that. But my sister was not allowed to have sex with
the big guy. Only after they got married.

He was standing outside, after taking my sister home.

"Jorginho", he said, "give me a hand here. Let me into your garden, so I can
look inside your sister's room".

I opened the iron gate and followed him beyond the belle-of-the-night bushes
that were already doing their thing, turning young boys' heads to butt
fucking.

We came to a bench in the garden outside my sister's room. Through the large
open windows we could see her lying on her bed, naked. She had let her
lights on, to give her fiance a little show.

"I made her promise she'd do that. I said I'd be outside watching her. Look,
she's playing with her pussy. Oh my God. I have to open my fly, OK?"

Manuel unzipped his jeans and brought out the largest black cobra my young
eyes had seen. I never expected that after two nights of nonstop fucking
with dozens of black man I would still have the thrill of seeing an even
larger endowment.

"I see your jaw dropped, Jorginho. Yeah, it's quite big. They call it King
Kong. It's too big even for my hands. Would you give me a hand here?"

I held up the base of the walloping thing as he took care of the head. If
felt so hard and heavy, I had the impression of buckling under the bulk of
an ebony trunk.

The young soccer player started to massage the head, the size of a large
coconut, drawing out a large glob of crystal clear precum.

I couldn't allow so precious a fluid to go to waste, so I deftly dove under
the bulging head and gobbled up the sweetly tasting nectar. Manuel was
surprised.

"You like that little boy? Have some more".

Soon I had my lips around the tip that opened up like a big eye to exude its
gummy goo. I embraced the head with my arms, while Manuel jerked the base.
His eyes were locked on my sister's pussy, where she had now inserted two or
three fingers.

"Oh Jorginho, you're so good... Look, I've heard that you take dick up your
butt, is that true?"

"Yeah, I like to be fucked but I never tried anything so big. I don't think
I'm good enough..."

"Come on boy don't be modest. You can do it! Come on!"

I lowered my pants and bent over, bracing myself against the bench, between
Manuel and my sister's window. I looked back under my legs and saw the
mammoth fucker pointing at the relatively tight opening of my butt pussy.

"Boy you have a great ass, just like your mother's!"

"Have you fucked her up the butt?"

"Yeah, right here. God, how she screeches and shrieks like a cat in heat
with my King Kong up her ass..."

Then it was her, not a cat, I heard screeching! But if she could take such a
monster up her butt pussy I had a duty as her son to take it too. Would I
ever find a black dick so big that she couldn't handle it, but I could? My
Mom was a tough competitor, but one day I would surpass her...

I looked again at the soccer player's King Kong, made a little prayer and
pushed back. My butt bumped against the massive bulwark but nothing
happened. My gate would have to be pried open before anything that big could
breach it.

I remembered the watchman Lula from the night before, and his fisting. I
told Manuel to stick a few fingers in me. It felt good. Than a fist. Better.
Now two fists. Even better. I was ready for his giant black gorilla.

I prayed to St Jude, the saint of impossible cases, got a good grip with
both hands around the monstrous shaft and pushed back. This time my butt
pussy screeched, I screeched, but the wide head bumped in. Manuel moaned.

"Yeah Jorginho, give me your butt pussy, pretty boy. Oh, you're so tight!"

"God, you're so huge!"

Each loop inside my tunnel had to face the battering ram as it drove
relentlessly into me. First a stiff, painful resistance then a break, a
surrender, and the embrace of the giant invader. Every inch of my fuck tube
lost again its virginity, this time forever. I thanked God for having
created King Kong, Manuel's fierce cock, the conqueror of my young butt
pussy.

I was proud to see that I'd gotten Manuel's attention away from my sister.
Once in a while he would check on her, who now had her whole fist inside her
pussy, but as he began to fuck me, sliding his massive penis in and out of
my ass, grabbing my hips to shove it deeper, it was me he urged to make him
come.

"Yeah boy, squeeze that big King Kong in your baby hole, show me how good a
pussy you are. Make me give you a big cum load like your mother does".

Well, he also had Mom in his mind... But no matter. It was my butt's turn to
milk his semen. I used all my pumping skills, overcoming the limitations
imposed on an overcrammed fuck purse. The extra friction caused my prostate
to go ballistic, so the involuntary spasms in my tunnel sent a series of
undulations down my pussy that squeezed King Kong and gave him a much
tighter fuck.

I felt the tidal wave of his orgasm building up from the big hairy balls,
now tightly nested against my buttocks.

"Yeah, boy, take my load! Wow, I never cummed so much in my life!"

This one was mine, just mine. He could be my sister's fiance and my mother's
lover, but his biggest cum load was securely deposited deep inside my boy
pussy.

Manoel pulled out -- PLOP! -- and left, satiated. I headed to the Garden of
Allah for my next adventure.

Jorge Alvarez

Note: The activities described above should not be tried at home or anywhere
else. They are strictly fictional.