Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2003 08:12:18 -0700 (PDT) From: raoul raoul Subject: raoul-and sergio 4 The next morning, my father seemed a bit on edge. Juan and I performed out morning ritual with rather gallant expertise but after dad had shot his load in our mouths, he said that he had to hurry out to the airport (seeing that me lived so far away from everything.) Yet after he left, Juan and I both agreed that we could feel him a bit tense. "And you have no idea who he is?" Juan asked me as we were cleaning out the pool. "None ... never even heard the mention of his name before. But you're right, he dad tense. We'll see what happens when this Mbato character gets here," I said. When we finished cleaning the pool, we both went into one of the guest rooms that my dad had asked up to prepare for his friend. He had chosen the burgundy colored room for Mbato, seeing that it was the only room, after my father's, to have a custom made bed the size of a football field. The day passed rather quickly, with Juan and I even forgetting to fuck each other and at around six in the evening, we heard dad's car pull up. Juan and I were out by the pool finishing the last of our tan, when I saw my father lead the way carrying a suitcase. And the man who followed him up the stairs into the house was like no other I had ever seen: he was huge. He was bald. He was Black. And walking up the steps, he was shirtless, wearing only sharp looking brown slacks and dress shoes. From where we sat, Mbato looked quite a bit like the actor who played the prisoner in the Stephen King movie version of The Green Mile. About fifteen minutes later, both men came out of the house and walked toward us at the pool. Juan's jaw literally dropped when he caught sight of Mbato who was now wearing an African batik style cloth tightly wrapped around his waist. My father had on a pair of faded red shorts and Juan and I were both naked. "These are my boys," dad said to Mbato. "This is my son Raoul," he introduced me. I got up and placed my small hand in his large one. "Hello, and welcome to New Mexico sir," I said. "Why thank you, young man. Though drop the 'sir'. Mbato will do. And those to whom I get very close, call me 'M'..." he said giving me a quick wink. "And this is Juan," continued my dad, "A close friend of the family. Very close friend," my dad smiled as Juan rose to shake Mbato's hand as well. "And very nice looking friend, I might add," Mbato said giving Juan a big smile. Finally, my dad concluded, "Guys, this is Mbato, one of my closest friends when I was your age, Raoul ..." Juan and I sat back down on the edge of the pool, our feet dangling in the water and Mbato and dad made themselves comfortable in the surrounding lounge chairs. If my father, the tallest of the three of us, was about 6 feet 2inches, Mbato must have been at least 7 feet tall. And was almost twice as wide as my dad. The man was a giant. And a beautiful giant at that. As he sat there, I observed his features in detail: thick lips, generous eyes, slick round, bald head, beautiful hands and feet, copious thighs ... I could just imagine that his cock must have been rather well proportioned as well. We were all silent for a few minutes when Mbato told my dad that he could use a whiskey. I immediately got up and said I would go get drinks for everyone, but Mbato raised his hand for me to stay right there. "You're father and I go a long way back, son. We have our own relationship - which was cut off by him marrying your mother. Now I am here to pick up were our friendship left off, ok?" He then turned to my father, "Sergio, two ice cubes with the whiskey and a glass of water, remember?" "I do, Mbato," and my dad started to walk into the house. "And get rid of those silly looking shorts!" Mbato yelled after him. Juan and I sat in the light of the setting sun without saying a word. And neither did Mbato question us about anything. He just sat there, his legs well spread, the cloth of his batik stretched out to its fullest, hands behind his head, waiting for his drink. When my father returned with a tray, he was naked. "Very nice, Sergio. You're still as handsome as ever. And still the most beautiful cock I have yet to see." "Still, huh?" asked my father as he handed him his drink. "Yes ... still," replied Mbato as he wrapped his hand around it, making it disappear as if by magic. "I think I impress your boys," he added. "They haven't said a word since we got here." "Gentlemen?" said my dad. "How about we make my friend here feel welcome?" Impressed was an understatement. And once my father had spoken, neither Juan nor I moved from our spots, mesmerized by Mbato's size and beauty but also by the way he acted with my dad. Worse, how my dad acted with him. "Let's show them the way, you and I," suggested Mbato as he wrapped his arm around my father's ass and pulled him closer. He then whispered, "I missed you, Sergio ..." "Yeah .. so did I, my dark lover, so did I..." And having said that, my father kneeled in front of M and undid the wrap that covered his crotch. This revealed a long cock of about that must have been at least 10 inches long. It was a cut cock with a hard vein running along it's topside and a beautiful slit at its end - a slit that my father was now busy flicking with his tongue. "Ah ... Sergio my love ... still know how to make your M feel good ..." M said as he let his head fall back over the chair. Juan and I were absolutely awed by the fact that my dad was in kneeling front of this colossus. Dad held M's dick with both hands and we watched as the black cock got harder. While my dad was working M's dick, the African giant spoke to us: "Your father here used to be my personal pussy ... whenever I couldn't get any real ones, that is. I don't know how he is now, but he used to be a good little slut ... a fine bitch and believe it or not, his ass could engulf my entire cock, something which not even the horniest of African women could do. Isn't that right, Sergio?" My dad shook his head as he now stopped licking the man's cock. He turned around to face us and sat right beneath M, with the black cock hanging over his shoulder like a snake. "Son, this man and his cock taught me everything I know," dad said to me. "I used to worship the ground he walked on ... he was my model of virility and ... well, now that you're back, M, you still are, lover." "Of course I am, Sergio ..." M said caressing my father's hair with one hand and his long shaft with the other. "Why don't you remind me of how much you loved me ..." he then said. And with that, my father simply stood up, bend forward and with one hand, guided M's cock into his ass. Slowly, Dad lowered his body inch by inch onto the shaft, letting out loud breaths as he did so. "Keep going ..." whispered M who was now pulling dad back by the shoulder. "Take it al, my little white cunt ..." And what Juan and I then saw was simply amazing: Mbato leaning back on his chair with my dad, facing us, impaled on the man's cock. Dad threw his head back onto M's shoulder and the African caressed his chest as he did so. With a nod of the head, M motioned for us to come over, which we did. Juan and I stood on each side of Mbato and he slid a a large firm hand into our cracks, feeling them out fully. "Oh, this is heaven ..." dad moaned at one point. "Mbato ... my boys ... your cock .... this is pure heaven ...." "Yes it is ..." agreed M. Juan and I bent down simultaneously to kiss M's thick lips and he inserted a finger into each of our holes. "Nice loose cunts for M ... you'll each get your turn, gentlemen .." he said and resumed our three way kiss. After a few minutes, my father turned himself around slowly on M, the African's cock still within him. Once he had done so, the black giant got up, holding my father by the ass. Juan and I both watched as dad let his body drop down backwards until his extended arms touched the concrete. "You remembered ..." said M. "Yeah ... and it's still as incredible as it was back then," dad replied. "Only back then, I'd have one of my whores squat over your face as you ate out her pussy, remember? But since we don't have any African women with us ... Juan, squat on Sergio's face and let him eat your cunt thoroughly." Juan obeyed. The entire scene looked almost like a circus attraction with the elephant and the acrobats in the same act. "Now Raoul, come and suck on your father's cock ... make her cum, will you?" Her? Is was the first time that I'd ever heard anyone call my dad by a feminine pronoun. And I think M must have guessed that since he repeated, "Come on boy, give her the blowjob of a lifetime ... because I sure as hell am going to fuck her senseless!" So I did. I approached my dad's arched body and took his cock in my mouth. And I blew .. it was delicious. I took his full 8 inch cock into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down on it. My father went wild. His mouth was still working on Juan's hole but we could hear him moan like a bitch in heat. And his body was gesticulating from the utter pleasure of it all. M's ass went throbbing in and out of his lover's cunt, Juan was masturbating and so was I when M said, "We all cum in three minutes ..." And at the appointed time, when we heard M shout "FUCK!", we all came, filling and covering as much of my dad's body with sperm as we possibly could. Later that night, we were finishing our bottle of red wine in the living room after dinner. Dad was sitting in his love seat, I was at laying down on the floor while he caressed my crotch with his foot and Mbato was sitting on the couch, Juan's head on his lap as he laid alongside the African. "This is very nice, Sergio," Mbato said. "I couldn't imagine life being any better than this right now." "Neither could I," smiled my dad. "Save for perhaps the time you and I went to Algeria and had those four arab men service us for two weeks..." And they both went on to recount how they had gone to Oran on a business trip years ago and had gone to the local hammam and tamed four solid Algerians who were built like stallions. "The problem with them was that they weren't into men, much less into me," M said. "But arabs can be taught how to love black cock. And they can be taught how to love it up the ass." "They sure can ...." agreed my dad. "What was that guy's name? The one who swore he would kill me if I even as much touched his hole? Omar! That was it! Omar. This guy must have been what - forty, forty five - gorgeous man, one of the most beautiful arabs I've ever seen. And I remember when I came onto him, I stood behind him at the hammam and started to caress his bare ass in front of everyone. 'I'm going to fuck you ...' I kept humming in his ear. 'I'm going to make you see the stars in just a few minutes ...' Shit ... I remember how he threw a sharp right into my gut and how I flipped him over onto the marble floor and fucked him, right there in front of everyone," dad finished. "Yeah ... and from then on, Mbata picked up, "Whenever we walked into that place, we had the pick of the litter .... they fucking loved it ... but not as much as these two," M said looking over at Juan and me. "Yes ... my son. My own flesh and blood ..." Upon hearing that, I crawled up on my dad and pressed my body against his: crotch to crotch, mouth to mouth. My dad moaned as he moved his hand around my back and slid it to my crack. "Very nice ..." we could hear Mbato say. I then got up and stood in front of my dad, my ass facing the two men on the couch. He then raised his foot to my crotch and I grabbed it, slid it in-between my crack and slowly inserted it into my hole. "Wow ... Sergio, you and I never did that ..." Mbato said. "Yes ... my own son, M. My beautiful son's wide cunt ..." Holding onto my dad's leg, I started to move up and down on his foot ... I was i heaven. "Fuck dad ...your going to make me shoot my load man ... yeah ... foot fuck me dad ... make me your little slut ... show M how good of a pussy I have .... show him dad ... show him your son ..." Juan got up, hard as hell, and went over to my dad's love seat. Facing M, he got up on the seat, placed both his feet on each side, and squatted over my dad's mouth. "MMMM .. padre, eat my hole man. Tear me apart padre mio ... Mbato .. you enjoying the show?" Juan asked him. "Very much ... three fine fucks giving me a great show ..." he said and started to rub his long member. "Juan, why don't you come over here and give me a personal show, huh baby? Come here ..." So Juan got down and walked over to Mbato, standing in between his parted legs as Sergio kept foot fucking his son. "That's it, boy, dance for Mbato ... dance for me baby ... let me see your muscles move ... that's right ... move around for your black cock ..work for it baby" Mbato was almost hissing as he spoke. "because you know who your new master is going to be ... it's going to be this," he said shaking his lengthy rod. "It's going to be my cock, baby, and you won't be able to get enough of it." Juan kept dancing around, rubbing his body all over, moaning and letting himself go fully knowing that when M would fuck him, he would indeed be another man. It was as if his dance was a ritualistic one. Dad retrieved his foot from my gaping ass and I sat down next to him to watch. Juan's eyes were closed and he danced and M kept on hypnotizing him with his words ... until at one point, M grabbed Juan by the waist and brought the Mexican's ass to his mouth and, with his head shaking back and forth like a lion trying to rip apart his meat, Mbato went to work on Juan's ass. Juan was mad with desire. Crazy with sexual passion for his new lover. "You ready for me?" Mbato asked. "Open up your mind, Juanito, don't think of your muscles ... think of your ass as simple flesh which I am not going to penetrate. It will part to let me in and you will finally see what a real fuck is like. Juan, I am going to make love to your tanned body ..." and with that, he pushed the Mexican flat on the floor, and threw his body on top. Juan almost fully disappeared beneath the large black mass that covered him. "I'm going to make you a man, Juanito ..." moaned M. "I am going to make you a full fucking bitch of a man ..." and M arched his body up, grabbed his rod, searched for the Mexican hole, and slowly guided it into Juan. "Think of nothing else but the pleasure of my cock, Juan ... loosen it all up for me baby ...that's it, you're doing great ... more, baby, more ... open up for daddy ... good!" and the more he spoke, the more dad and I saw his cock penetrate Juan. Juan who was fully relaxed, surprisingly so, as the African lord took up his insides. "There you are ... that wasn't do bad, was it?" asked M once he had slipped his entire shaft inside Juan's hole. "Of course not ... but you know what, that was the easy part. Because now, baby, I'm going to treat you like my women ... I am going to fuck your gaping cunt until it drips with my cum ...do you hear what Mbato is telling you? You're going to be a nice little whore and enjoy this .. ." and slowly, M started to move in and out ... in and out ... rhythm ... african rhythm ... and the rhythm picked up ... and the more it picked up, the more we saw the black cock come out and thrust itself back inside. "Puta de madre!" Juan cried out. "Fuck" And as soon as Juan had cried out, M slipped his cock entirely out his hole, flipped him over, grabbed his legs, spread them apart and thrust his member back into the Mexican. Juan's head turned from side to side with each thrust. "Fuck me man! Fuck yeah! Love me!" "Yeah .... what a good deep pussy you have Juanito!" And with that, M let his body drop onto Juan's and they kissed, the black ass pumping and the Mexican's legs wrapping themselves around it. "You want more, bitch ... you want me to cum?" "Please, M, please fill me ... make me yours, you shit. Dominate all of me! DO IT! RELEASE YOUR CUM!" As if he was obeying, Mbato got back up, grabbed his lover's legs again, parted them and with his eyes wide shut, thrust his cock in deeply and let out a yell worthy of a thousand lions as he came. As soon as he had withdrawn his still erect member from Juan's hole, my father stood up and went over to Mbata. "May I?" "Please ..." said the black giant. So my father kneeled once again in front of M and thoroughly cleaned his cock, lapping it up like a gazelle. But this 18 year old couldn't simply stay put and watch. I too went over and kneeled in front of M alongside my dad and he and I went to work on the man's crotch, on his ass, on his balls. I parted his hole and licked it clean of the sweat that had accumulated there during his fuck session with Juan. I made love to his asshole, kissing it, loving it, rubbing my entire face around it, letting him know how much I wanted him as well. I then laid down in between M's legs and took my father prick in my hands and sucked on it for all it was worth. I could taste the delicious pre cum oozing out of it and so wanted him to come into my mouth. Meanwhile, M's foot was playing around on my back; he was rubbing it, stepping on lightly, pushing it into my crack, probably jealous of what my father could do with me. There wasn't enough sex to go around. And there are no words to describe the continuous fuck fest that followed Mbato's arrival. The Day M decided to piss on me was a glorious one. He stood there, towering me as I knelt before his cock in the plush grass of our garden. "I'm going to water you like a precious Africanj flower," he had said. And as he released his sweet juice on my body, I bathed in it, working it into my hair, into my mouth, rubbing my cunt with it in front of him. When he was through, he lowered his body on top of mine, his crotch rubbing my knees - he was so tall - and kept licking at my face, covering me with his tongue juice, sucking up his piss. "Soon, I'm going to make you mine as well," he whispered into my ear. "Soon, I'll induce you into that court where my cock reigns, Raoul ... you'll be my boy as well ... you'll be my bitch as well as your father's. And who knows? Maybe I'll take you back to Africa with me and let me other sons have your cunt. They're big boys, just like their father ... with big cocks and sweet, sweet asses. They scream in pain when I take them ...but they are my sons. They belong to me. And soon, you will too. You will have your own black stallion to worship and I who taught your father, will teach you..." We kissed then. A deep passionate, sensual kiss. I wrapped my legs around his body and let him have his way with me. I wanted him to fuck me like he had fucked his women. I wanted him to enjoy me in the same way that he had enjoyed them. In the same way that my father enjoyed me, took the paternal right to enjoy fucking me. "Maybe I will take you out in the jungle and fuck you in front of a herd of elephants," he said. "I will show you who dominates ... " "Mbato ..." I whispered back. "I want your flesh inside of me. I want the length of you massive cock to feel me out ... make me a real man. I want to sit below you and have your cock linger on my shoulder like dad did ... I want to be able to please your every whim ... Mbato, make love to me now ... you and I are alone my lover ... take me. Take my beckoning ass .. please!" "Not so soon ... there is a time for everything. For the moment," he said getting off of me and laying next to me, "Lay down in between my legs and nurse my cock. Get used to its size and color and length. Please it so that it can please you ..." But the days went by and still, Mbato had not made me his. He would fuck my dad and Juan but not me. I was eighteen years old now and no longer a child. My body had developped much like my father's. I had nice strong hairy legs with a wide torso to match. My nipples were round and manly and my cock was still as long as it had been. I knew that I was a beautiful sight to behold. I knew that I turned M on ... I could tell when I went into his room at night and worshipped his body ... I could tell how quickly he would get hard having me lick his feet or suck his monstrous cock or eat his ass. But as to why he didn't want to fuck me as yet, it was beyond me.