Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 12:58:12 -0300
From: Jorge Alvarez
Subject: soccer-team-from-poland/marek

Soccer Team From Poland/ Marek
by Jorge Alvarez

1
I've got complaints from readers of my series at
interracal/black-brazilian-soccer-stud, saying that my stories have too much
sex and too little soccer. It's true that at BBSS, the Black Brazilian
Soccer School, my soccer-school-cum-boy-brothel in America, the main
activity is indeed buttfucking. But once in a while we play soccer too.

Now we had the visit of a teenage team of soccer players from Poland.
Beautiful blond kids with names like Zenek and Dariusch. All of them big and
strong and eminently fuckable. But the best was their coach, Marek. He's a
tall blond, powerfully built, strong legs, great ass, a Slavic god.

After the first match between my pupils and the Polish visitors we all went
to the locker room for our first shower together.

Since my kids are all well-trained boy whores, they made a show of stripping
bare their beautiful butts and slapping each other's asses with their
towels.

The Poles were awestruck. They were prudish, all of them virgins. They had
never seen that kind of slutboy behavior. Blushing violently, they undressed
shyly under the curious stares of my boys.

My little sluts whistled when rosy Pole butt flesh began to show. All the
blond visitors had fantastic bubble butts.

"Everybody, shower!", I ordered. I didn't want to scare our guests. My plan
was to fuck  each of them, one at a time. Beginning with their coach, Marek.

We shared the same shower and I admired Marek's great body as he soaped
himself. I ogled his long, thick dick, bigger than mine, and the fantastic
globes of his strong white butt. He acknowledged my fucktool but didn't pay
much attention to it. This was a really straight guy. Just the kind of man I
like to seduce.

"Whew, Jorge", he said, "your boys are really wild!"

"I'm sorry Marek, if my kids embarassed yours. I promise I'll get them to
behave and stop the horseplaying".

"Don't worry Jorge. We come from a very different culture. We're here to
enjoy America! I don't care if you guys are wild. That's OK with me."

"Thanks for your tolerance, Marek. Listen, tonight the kids want to throw
you all a big party. They're going to perform in a show especially created
for our guests from Poland".

2
The show was in the soccer school auditorium. My boys entered the stage
singing Cabaret, dressed in cowboy boots and hats. They had their skimpy
soccer uniforms on. They strutted and kicked and bounced their cute behinds
to wild applause from the Poles.

Then they made a chorus line with their backs to the audience and  right on
cue they pulled out their velcroed outfits and stood bare assed, gorgeous
naked kid cowboys in their boots and hats. I felt  proud of my boys' All
American, buffed up, soccer trained young butts.

The Polish boys almost fell from their chairs. When they saw that their
coach applauded, they followed suit, cheering wildly their sexy hosts.

The curtain fell and a quieter scene followed: a white boy, our youngest,
Tommy, and his black coach,  played by my brother Carlos. The coach showed
the boy how to tackle the ball with virtuoso footplay that drew cheers from
the expert crowd.

The boy tried to imitate his coach but he fell and strained his foot. The
black coach caught Tommy in his arms and put him on a masssage table. The
silence in the hall was stunning. It was every soccer boy's fantasy.

To a soft Brazilian beat the coach started to undress the boy. He slowly
removed Tommy's jersey. Then the shorts. He turned the boy on his belly and
gently peeled off his jockstrap. Tommy was now as he had come into the
world, the pink baby flesh of his bubble butt glowing on the darkened stage.

The black coach stripped, giving the little boy and the audience a sexy
show. He danced around the boy, kicking high his strong legs, going through
capoeira somersaults while he shed his own shirt and pants.

The tall black man stopped in front of the boy dressed only in his white,
sequined jockstrap. Tommy slowly lowered the black man's waistband. He had
to fight to free the scanty cloth from the hard pole that was struggling up
inside.

Then Carlos' giant black dick slapped the boy's face. The lights went out
and the curtain fell. Woooof!

Our Polish guests sat dazed, their mouths gaping in awe. They had never seen
anything so hot. I could see their little dicks tenting in their pants.

As for Marek, he applauded politely, clearing his throat. He was obviously
embarassed.

The show went on, with a new team of boys, dressed as Indians, fighting with
the cowboy team. There was a lot of dancing and stripping, and simulated
buttfucking. The Indians fucked the cowboys, of course.

When the show was over our guests were anxious to go to bed -- to jerk off
under their sheets, I guess.

3
I invited Marek to have supper with me in my private apartment. We were
waited by two of my older boys, Hank and Billy, both 19, both All-American
blond hunks. Marek complimented them on their awesome bodies.

As they served our dinner and poured champagne, the two boys slowly
undressed to the rythm of bossa nova playing in the background. By the time
of cognac and cigars, they peel off their jockstraps.

"Do you want a cigar, Marek?"

"Oh yeah! I love a good cigar. Nothing better after a perfect dinner like
this one".

The boys presented each of us with a cuban Romeo y Julieta. They turned
their butts to us, bent over and there they were, our cigars, neatly
snuggled into each boy's anus.

Marek was speechless.

"Go ahead, Marek. Billy's hole is as clean as they come. As is Hank's. Do
you like their little trick?"

"Well, I don't know what to say. I love a cigar but I never dreamed of
having one this way. How do I take it out?"

"Go ahead! Just pull it out! Like this". I plucked my cigar from Hank's
plump rump.

Blushing deeply, the straight Pole reached between Billy's strong thighs.
Billy, always the slut, teased him, wagging his tail, keeping the cigar out
of the big guy's reach.

Marek had to stand up, chase Billy around the room and pin him to the
ground. Billy had a triumphant look in his face as the hunky Pole coach
opened the boy's gorgeous buns to retrieve the cigar.

But Billy had more tricks up his... ass. He squeezed his strong butt muscles
tight, clenching the cigar in a steelly grip. Our guest was helpless. He
didn't want to ruin the precious havana, so he had to play Billy's game.

"Give me that cigar, boy!"

"Only if you let me suck your dick".

"What? I'm not gay, you know..."

"I don't care. Either you give me your dick or no cigar".

"OK, go ahead. Undress me".

"I'll do that after you have your cigar..."

Marek pulled the brown havana out of Billy's tight pussy grip and gave the
boy a strong slap on the butt.

As Marek lit his cigar to watch Billy undress him, the poor guy didn't know
that he was falling into the trap of one of America's most experienced and
expensive male sluts.

Marek stood, smoking his cigar, while Billy danced around him, naked. He
undid the Polish coach's tie knot and removed it, slowly. Billy slid the
strip of cloth down his thighs and held it between the buttocks, rubbing the
silk fabric against his pink rosebud, all the while flashing slutty looks at
the hunk Pole.

Billy put the tie around his neck and unbuttoned Marek's shirt, sniffing the
big blond's skin as his thick chest hair started to show from under the
shirt. The artful boy bitch slowly dragged the shirt sleeves down, revealing
Marek's bulging biceps and pecs. The Pole was built like a Greek god!

Excited by the scene, Hank and I were also playing the same game. But Hank
undressed me faster. By the time Bill was unbuckling Marek's belt, Hank
already had me naked, my big black dick standing up to the waist.

Hank kneeled and plunged his beautiful blond head in my groin, going down on
my hard meat, as I blew cigar smoke on him. Marek's jaw dropped when se saw
my thick log disappear into the boy's eager gullet.

Marek puffed anxiously on his cigar, as Billy dropped his trousers, smooth
hands sliding over the powerful legs of the Polish soccer stud. Kneeling
between those incredibly strong pillars, Billy gently pulled on the man's
jockstrap.

To Marek's own surprise, the huge dick that sprung out, slapping Billy's
face, was rock hard and throbbing. Marek might think of himself as straight
but his cock was horny as hell, gladly responding to the slut boy's tricks.

Billy had used an underhanded ploy. While in his butt, the cigar had become
impregnated with the strong aphrodisiac scent that Billy's male pussy
produces, which I call "essence de Billy". As Marek smoked the havana, he
inhaled the boy's seductive, irresistible butt fragrance. And now, addicted,
Marek had to fuck Billy's gorgeous ass.

As Billy gulped Marek's huge dick in his hungry mouth, the Pole wanted to
grab the kid's head with both hands, to face fuck him forcefully. But for
that, first he had to get rid of the cigar.

Billy read the hunk's mind, disgorged his dick with a loud PLOP!, stood up,
bent over and offered his butt hole.

"Go ahead, put out the cigar butt in my butt hole!"

Billy's new trick let the Pole coach amazed. Like those guys who eat fire
with their mouths, Billy can eat fire and put out a cigar with his male
pussy without getting burned.

Watching his lighted cigar disappear into the slut boy's butt hole was too
much for Marek. No more oral sex for him. Now he had to go straight to the
main act.

He looked at me and his eyes popped out when he saw that my big black dick
was halfway into Hank's back orifice. Taking his cue from me, Marek held
Billy's hips in a strong grip, spat on the boy's pussy and plunged the blunt
head of his large dick all the way in.

Billy moaned in pleasure.

"Wow! Now I know why they're called Poles! What a huge Pole!"

Marek's animal intincts kicked in. He fucked Billy like he'd fuck any bitch.
Hank and I approached to give him a hand. Hank knelt atop Billy's back and
offered his hunky butt to Marek. The Pole coach stuck his tongue in Hank's
male pussy.

I knelt behind Marek and opened his fantastic buns that were flexing wildly
while he slammed his dick into Billy's fuck hole. I stuck my own tongue in
the visiting coach's virgin rosebud. Unused to male attention, the pink
ringlet clenched my tongue. Soon it gradually relaxed and I rimmed the
velvety tunnel.

I felt Marek's anus contract around my tongue. He was cumming deep inside
Billy's loving chute. He took long, fierce plunges into the boy's butt while
I devoured his delicious Polish virgin hole. The straight hunk was getting
addicted to anal sex.

All the male action and the champagne took their toll on Marek. He fell
asleep on my bed. I hugged him and sent the boys away.

4
When Marek and I woke up in the middle of the night, our bodies were
entwined, our big hard dicks crossed in close embrace.

"You liked what we did with the boys, huh, big man?"

"Yeah, it was hot".

"Do you want to do with me what you did with Billy?"

"You mean fuck you up the ass? Yeah... Your butt makes me horny, Jorge".

Lying side by side, face to face, I bent my leg over his waist, got hold of
his heavy dick and pressed the head between my strong buttocks. It went in
easily.

"Oh my God, you're so tight and hot... You're better than Billy, man! I
never thought I'd be so horny for a big black man like you... Wow!"

I kissed Marek as I swung my hips around, to give his huge man meat a good
butt massage.  I have a thing for hunks with cocks bigger than my own 13
inches and Marek's had at least two inches more. A really hot male Pole...

We rolled on the bed so Marek was now on top, with my legs around his waist.

"You like my big kutas in your cipa? That's Polish for my dick in your
pussy..."

"Yes! Wal mnie! Fuck me!"

"Mmmm, my bitch is learning Polish... You know what czarny udo means?"

"Not yet..."

"It's your black butt. I love to fuck your czarny udo".

"Then why don't you turn me around so you can get a better view of my udo?"

Marek spun me around and took me from behind. I was on my knees, my face on
the bed to watch him, my butt raised to his groin. He slapped my big black
buttocks and pierced my pussy with his giant white dick. He threw back his
blond head, savoring my total submission to his male power.

The guys who fuck me all say that it feels like they're mounting a
magnificent black stallion. Marek handled me like a medieval Polish
man-at-arms riding his steed. He climbed on my rump, legs astride my
muscular hips, his mammoth dick deep inside my fuck hole, and shot his
pelvis back and forth, galloping on my slutty butt.

With his strong hands under my chin he pulled my head back and bit my ears,
making me neigh like a mare in heat. I curled my tailbone up to meet his
thrusts, swallowing more of his majestic sword into my hungry black male
pussy.

I squeezed my fuck tube to give his jumbo dick a tighter fit. That made him
growl with lust.

"Tighter, bitch! Make your pusssy tighter for your man".

I made my passage so narrow he felt like he was busting the cherry of a very
young virgin boy. That spurred  him to increase the violence of his thrusts.
He pulled the whole python from my tiny tunnel then shove it back, breaking
my tender ring with each mighty drive.

My white knight drove me to the brink of the abyss and forced me to jump
with him into the ocean of lusty bliss where two coupled males become one.

"Dochodze! I'm cumming!" bellowed the raging white Polish male.

I pressed my hands to my belly to feel inside me the vast head of his dick
pummeling my yielding flesh. I sensed its sudden halt in a place so deep
that the glans pulsed against my heart, the throb of scalding gushes of
semen searing my soul. He bred me as his bitch.

I came in a sea of cum as my pumping pussy milked more liquid essence from
his lifegiving Leviathan.

5
Marek found my mouth and kissed me. I melted in his embrace. When we came
back to our senses Marek said that now that I was his fuckmate, we should
pool our resources and merge our soccer schools. To celebrate, I lit a cigar
and shared it with Marek.

"Yes, my love, let's merge our stables of soccer boys, but first we have to
break the cherries of your virgin boys and turn them into boypussy sluts
like my pupils".

"You gave me your czarny udo, your black butt, now I'll give you each of
their biale chlopal cipa, their white boy pussies. Let's begin!"

The idea of fucking all those blond virgins made Marek and I hard again.
This time he lied on the bed and I sat on his white goalpost, shaking my
black butt to a samba beat. It was thrilling to share the same cigar with
the big guy who was fucking me.

When I came, my first cum jets hit Marek's handsome, manly face. He wiped
the white goo with the cigar and sucked on it.

"Mmmmm, you taste so good Jorge..."

He leaned forward and mouthed my cumming dick. I finished my orgasm deep in
his throat.

With my load in his belly, his first taste of male seed, Marek had in his
beautiful face the look of a mischievous boy.

"What are you thinking, fuck buddy?" I asked as I made him cum deep in my
bowel.

When he rode the last wave of his orgasm, Marek took my dick in his big
hands. I was getting hard again.

"You know what, Jorge, I think it just isn't fair that all my boys will have
their cherries busted and I get to be the only one allowed to remain a
virgin, buttwise..."

"I get your drift. You want me to fuck you?"

"Well, if that's not too big a sacrifice for you..."

"You don't have to ask. I've been dying to harvest that pink rosebud of
yours!"

"Then be my guest..."

Marek pulled -- PLOP! -- his Titanic from my deep harbor and jumped on the
bed on his belly. He was strategically positioned to watch me rape him on
the mirrors around us. I kicked his powerful thighs open and raised his
hips, placing some pillows under him.

The scene was hot! The blond, ultra muscular hunk had his stunning butt in
the air, his legs obscenely spread out, his smooth pink skin raised in goose
bumps in anticipation of the huge dick he was going to get up the ass, his
first.

"Do you want me to be rough or gentle, bitch?"

"Rough please"..

"Rough please what, bitch?"

"Rough please, sir".

I slapped his butt so hard one could see the red marks of my big fingers on
the white flesh. Marek moaned. I was getting from him the first signs of
submission.

"Open your asshole for me, bitch. Say goodbye to your virgin rosebud before
I turn it into a slutty male pussy".

Marek opened his buns with his powerful hands and searched for the tiny,
wrinkled hole.

"Yeah, stick your fingers inside. Get acquainted with the hole that I'm
going to fuck with my big black dick. From now on think of it as a mouth and
a pussy to service me".

Marek stuck a finger inside and moaned. By the third finger he was going at
it with gusto. He spat in his hands to wet the narrow channel. I slapped him
hard.

"No spit! I'll fuck you dry. My precum is enough lube for you, bitch".

Marek reached back to grab my raging erection. He wanted me inside. I let
him place the wide glans on his tight ring. He pulled my dick to get the
head in. It was too big for him. I had to grip his studly hips, brace myself
on my feet and push hard. I felt his flesh ripping apart as I breached his
rampart and rammed my weapon all the way to the hilt. He was mine.

To Marek's surprise the flash of pain was gone in a second. I had hit his
sex spot and he was cumming wildly, contracting his new pussy around my
shaft. The Pole hunk was a natural. He was born to be fucked up the ass.

He looked up in the mirrors to watch me plow his no longer virgin ass. I
made a show of my butt fucker talents.

"I'm going to introduce you to the Brazilian style of butt fucking, bitch.
Brace yourself, here I come!"

To the samba that was playing in my stereo, I mounted on his butt, gyrating
my hips so that with each shove I had a different angle of penetration. His
newly opened male pussy was stretched in all directions, a spread out
ballroom where my dick danced a wild jig, plunging and rolling, dribbling
and kicking to the samba beat.

"Oh my God, you fuck me like a Brazilian soccer champion. Score your goal,
my Pele!"

Instinctively, Marek squeezed his tube to give me a tighter fuck. He learned
fast.

"You have to learn the samba too, bitch. Sit on my lap".

I pulled him with me and landed on my back, with him on top, his big white
butt facing me, impaled on my black spear. Marek started to dance, at first
clumsily, but soon he got the beat and I lied back to watch him.

It was a sight, the Pole hunk, a former soccer champion and world famous
coach, a husband and father who a few hours ago was straight as an arrow,
now raising and lowering his butt to the Brazilian beat, with my thick black
log buried in his male pussy, shaking the fat on his plump butt cheeks,
squeezing my thick dick between his luscious buns.

As I came deep in his chute, making him cum with me, I thanked God for
helping me turn another blond virgin into a male bitch.

Jorge Alvarez