Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2003 10:31:10 -0300
From: Jorge Alvarez
Subject: Black Brazilian Soccer Stud/ Hank the Hunk, Prom King

Hank the Hunk, Prom King
By Jorge Alvarez

When my daughter graduated from high school we gave the prom ball in the
indoor stadium in my soccer school, BBSS, in suburban New Jersey. That's
when I first met Hank, the hunk who was elected Prom King to my daughter's
Queen. I had seen him in an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue and jerked off to
his pictures in the nude, his Greek god butt, Michelangelo's David's buns,
in their glorious, full, round, well-muscled lusciousness. Strange culture,
where a young guy shows off his yummy tush but is still considered an
all-American, WASP, straight, God fearing hunk. Which I was sure he was, in
all his blond, blue-eyed, well-built sort of way, before I decided to rape
him.

"Hi Hank, I'm Jorge Alvarez, Melissa's dad. Glad to meet you,
congratulations!", I said as I filled his champagne glass.

"Oh Gee, thank you Mr. Alvarez. I've heard a lot about you. They say you're
the best soccer coach in the East coast, being from Brazil and all, and, you
know, I play soccer and I want to use that to get into a good college. Would
you train me?".

"I'd be glad to help, boy!"

"Oh Gosh that's wonderful... You know I'm in the wrestling team too. Do you
wrestle Mr. Alvarez?"

"Yeah, kid, I'm a good wrestler. Later I'll show you my gym room, in the
back of the lot. I can see under your tux that you're a serious bodybuilder
too..."

I groped his strong biceps, which made him blush. "Have more champagne". It
was time to bring the Abercrombie pics into the picture. Always a good
talking point when you want to introduce the subject of butt fucking.

"By the way, I love your pictures in that catalogue. Don't tell anyone, but
I jerk off to them!". Big blush. Huge gulp of bubbly.

"Oh, you saw those..."

"God, that bare-assed picture of yours boy, that makes me real horny!" Deep
purple blush. More champagne.

"W-w-what do you mean?"

"I mean that you have the sexier pair of buns I've ever seen on a young man,
son..."

"Mr. Alvarez, no man has ever complimented me on my... butt...before."

"Really? You Americans are funny. In Brazil it's totally normal for a man to
compliment and even fondle another guy's butt, you know".

"Really?!" His jaw dropped as I poured him some more and use the occasion to
press my hand on his waist, sliding it down along his curved, powerful
backside, getting a good grip on his ample flesh.

"Mr. Alvarez! I can't believe what you just did! I'm not gay! And you're
married! You're family is here!"

"Relax son, what's the big deal? We're both men, right? I'm not gay either,
I like girls, but back in my country straight man play with each other and
have a little butt fucking on the side, why not?"

"Butt fucking? I'd never do that!"

"Come on, haven't you ever felt a little curious?"

"How so?"

"You sure had at least one prostate exam, right?"

"Y-y-yeah...".

"When the doctor inserted his big finger in your bum, what happened?"

"I-I-I-I c-c-c-came..." Darkest blush, new glass of champagne.

"Did that feel good?"

"Yeah... a little. I don't know... It felt strange."

"But you came, without even touching your dick, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Was the doctor an old guy?"

"No, he was young, like in his twenties, a big guy".

"And I bet he got a hard-on just looking at your open buns waiting for him
to finger-fuck you, huh?"

"I don't know..."

"But you've thought about it, right, jerking off at night, in your bed?"

"Please Mr. Alvarez, stop it! I'm feeling dizzy! I have to go take a leak."

"I'll show you the way, boy".

I took him to my personal restroom in the back where we wouldn't be
disturbed. On the way, he stumbled and I had to support him, getting a good
grip on his strong butt. Hank the Hunk was seriously drunk. Once we got to
pee, he could barely take aim, especially as his eyes were fixed on my big
dick.

"Oh God", he said, "I'm so drunk I'm seeing monsters!"

"It's not a monster, kiddo, it's real, natural-size, flesh and blood".

"I can't believe it!"

"Then touch it, you'll see". That was his cue. He fell on his knees, groping
my weapon in front of his face, straining in vain to close his hands around
the super wide black shaft. "God, oh God!"

"Yeah, boy, you can worship it... Play with it, take your time." The alcohol
had stripped away his inhibitions. Hank was like a kid with a new toy. His
big strong hands caressed the soft, silky skin on my bulging horse dick,
assessing its hardness and power. He pulled back the last folds of skin
around the big head, to let the long helmet emerge in all its glory,
glistening and looking at him with its single eye. I had the hunk under my
spell.

Hank licked his red, full lips. He only needed a little prodding. "Go ahead,
boy, lick it!" At first he stuck out just the tip of his tongue and when it
touched the hot hard flesh of my dick he winced, a little scared. "It's OK,
kiddo, you can have your lollipop. Daddy saved it all for you..."

He got a little bolder, gave the head a good lap with his hungry tongue and
had his first taste of manhood as a glob of precum smeared his lips.
"Mmmmm", he moaned. Hank was ready for more. I took his movie-star-beautiful
blond head in my hands, opened his jaw wide with my fingers, and rubbed the
thick heavy shaft on his face, wetting his mouth, nose, eyes and forehead,
his pink smooth cheeks.

Hank was now panting, tongue hanging out, obviously eager to get his
man-meal.

"Do you want this big dick, boy?"

"Yesss, sir, I want it badly".

"What do you want to do, son?"

"I want to suck daddy's big black dick!" I chuckled. This boy learned fast!

"That's ma boy... Now open wide, bitch!" His eyes popped out as he stretched
his jaws open, grotesquely, trying to take in the head which was obviously
too big for his beginner's skills.

"Easy boy, take it easy... Breath... Relax... Now try again". This time he
got the full head in, distending
his pretty mouth to the bursting point, puffing and panting as he tried to
eat more. Slowly the huge cylinder slid through his lips, blowing out his
cheeks, disappearing into his gullet. Hank gagged, choked on the first fat
five inches, desperate to get free, but I had a firm grip on his head and no
mercy. I licked his tears and shushed him.

"Calm down, boy, I have a lot more dick to shove in your pussy mouth and
you're gonna take it all..." As he learned to conquer his gag reflex, inch
by inch went slowly in, till I had my pubes scratching his lips. He looked
up at me and I could see in eyes fear, submission, gratitude and lust. While
the ball raged outside, I had the Prom King all to myself, ready to feed him
his first cum load down the most handsome face I had ever fucked.

Hank opened his square jaw wider to take more of my 13-inch dick in. He was
enjoying this as much as I was.

"You like that dick, son?"

"Awthome, ffir, awthome!"

"Hasn't your mother taught you not to speak with your mouth full?" I plopped
the head out of his outstretched lips, smacked and whipped his face, then
plunged back in. I ran my fingers through his long, sleek blond hair, as I
admired the perfection of his features. Even hyperextended to accommodate
the huge girth of my black cock, his face looked gorgeous. As I fed him more
and more dick it dawned on me that, contrary to my first impression, this
kid was no beginner. He worked his throat and tongue around my shaft as a
pro, pumping the head as a vacuum cleaner. The hunk was a cocksucker. I took
it out. He fought to get it back in.

"Hey! You've done this before!"

"Yess, sir. It's a tradition in our fraternity. We suck each other's dicks.
Not that we're gay! We never swallow... That would be crossing the line into
faggotry!"

He went back to work, popping his head up and down on my whopper.

"Mmmm... Are you sure you don't want to want to eat this nigger's cum, white
boy?"

"No, sir! Please! I can't do that! Please, don't make me do it!" As he went
down on me I said to myself: traditions are made to be broken... I turned
over him, pinning Hank to the floor, my dick deep in his throat, his
beautiful  head between my strong thighs, and started to piston my weapon
down his gullet. The blond hunk is a little dumb, so it took him a while to
figure out what I was doing.

"Noooooo!", he gagged, but it was too late. The first cum jet landed deep in
his throat. He couldn't move, there was no escape. It was "choke or swallow"
and swallow he did. Even if his brain was still of two minds about eating
cum, his throat had a mind of its own and swallowed eagerly, gurgling around
my shaft, gobbling down my hot manjuice.

Tears flowed from his eyes as he sobbed as a baby. He looked really
dejected. Somehow he took seriously this silly ban on cum eating. He had
stepped across the forbidden line and there was no return. His self image
had been forever shattered. He was no longer a straight guy. I had forced
Hank the Hunk to turn into Hank the Fag.

I pulled out and shot the last jet on his face, to complete my work. With my
finger I wiped the white goo from his eyes and bow, his beautiful Greek nose
and chin, and stuck it back in his mouth. He kept crying but he licked my
finger clean. Hank was hooked to my cum now, he couldn't afford to lose a
single drop.

"You sissy, stop crying! You were a fag all along... You're now my slut boy,
faggot, so get ready for your next fuck!"

"No! Don't fuck my butt, that I won't do!", he cried in despair. I chuckled.

"That will come later. Now you have to go back to the ball, you Prom
Queen... But I want you to take something in you."

I took off his pants, his briefs, and told him to open his legs for me. Hank
shivered in fear. This big, muscled guy was now my sex toy. I found a medium
sized dildo, half my size but still quite hefty, and showed it to him.

"I'm gonna stick this up your ass, faggot, and you're gonna dance the whole
ball with that rubber dick working your butt. It's a little preview of what
will come later".

I licked his hole, mmmm, delicious, he moaned in pleasure, fluttering his
eyes, and I carefully introduced the dildo. I didn't want to hurt him, yet.
To hold the thing in place I slipped him into a black thong bikini. His big
buns looked spectacular in the sexy outfit.

"Now put your pants on and let's get back to the ball". Hank had to hug his
buns tight to hold the dildo inside. That made him walk funny, mincing his
steps, like the fag he had become.

Hank danced with my daughter and all the other girls, who pined for him. I
thought that only I knew what he had become, but then I noticed that a lot
of guys, especially in the soccer and wrestling teams, were tenting in their
tux pants, watching Hank. This was going to be a great night!

After the ball was over, I told my family that Hank was too drunk to go
home. He would sleep in my quarters at the soccer school. I'd stay to show
him around and drive him home in the morning. I brought my hunk fag to the
gym room and took his tux and mine off. The mirrors all around
reflected our great naked bodies: him, a dazzling, tanned golden Greek god,
with a high, gorgeously sculpted butt;  myself, a taller, lumbering,
powerful African orixa, armed with a huge club of a dick. A perfect match!
He looked kinky in his black thongs, as I gave him a wet French kiss. Hank
held my heavy dick in his shaking hands.

As I was about to remove his bikini he said: "Jorge, please stop. We have to
talk. I'm grateful that you helped me see that I like men and that I love a
big dick, that I'm really gay, but I'm not ready to be fucked in the ass
yet. Plus, you're too big! This monster of yours will rip me apart. I really
love you, you know, and I don't want to hate you for raping me. Just give me
more time. I can suck you off again
if you want..." Thankfully I had a plan B prepared.

"Look, Hank, I'll give you a chance to fight for your cherry. Let's wrestle.
If you win, you go home still a
virgin. If I win, I'll take your rosebud. And I promise to be gentle" (he
didn't see I had my fingers crossed, hehe).

We started to fight and I saw that it was going to be tough. Hank's a big,
strong young man, with powerful muscles and good training. And he was
willing to go to the end to fight for his virginity. At a certain point, it
even looked like he was going to win. He had me pinned to the ground, his
bulk almost immobilizing me.

But I knew I would have the upper hand. How did I know that? Easy! He had
not removed his thong and the dildo that it held firmly inside his ass. By
now Hank had got used to the great feeling of a hard shaft inside him. I had
his butt-lust working for me, weakening his brain's resolve to fight me.

And so with a mighty push I threw him off-balance and found myself on top,
his back on the floor, his legs on my shoulders, and he had to concede
defeat.

Holding back his tears, Hank watched silently as I ripped up his bikini. The
now freed dildo shot out, landing on the other side of the room. In a single
move, I placed the head of my dick firmly deep in his butt crack, took aim
and plunged all the way in. Tell me about gentle...

Hank wailed, "Nooooooooooooo!", a horrified look in his clouded eyes. And
then, in a second, as I grinned widely at him, buried to the hilt, his
expression changed to bliss. I had hit his spot! And he felt no pain! How
come my ruthless shove had turned to be painless? Well, that's my little
secret. The dildo in fact works as a drug dispenser. I have it custom made
in Brazil. It releases into the boy's butt hole a good dose of muscle
relaxers and pain-killers. By the time the dildo's work was done, Hank's boy
hole had become loose, supple, softened, ready to take my double-barreled
ebony timber.

And it took just a harder push for the head to trigger his spot into a wild
orgasm. Hank's beautiful cock shot up, crazily, as he thrashed under me,
crying "Yessss, yesss, fuck me! Fuck my ass, man!" Which, of course, I did.

I like to fuck a guy in what we call in Brazil the "broiled chicken"
position, him on his back, legs up, ass upturned, myself kneeling between
his legs, skewering his pussy with my long hard dick. I like it because I
can look into his eyes and see on his face how he goes through the phases
and pleasures of butt fucking.

As I pulled my heavy log from inside Hank's depths, he seemed surprised. I
know the feeling, the sudden emptiness, the fear that one's bowels are being
dragged out by the receding giant. Then, a look of curiosity, as the
movement stops and the huge head stands still at the entrance, encircled by
the stretched ring.

Hank lifted his head to take a good look and he eyes poppped out at the
sight. My snooker-ball sized, shiny dick head was stretching his rosebud,
its skin pleats hanging out like swollen lips, as his man-pussy tried to
hold the black helmet inside by groping at its raised, hard borders.

"Meet your pussy, boy, and her fucker..."

I caressed his long, strong legs, perfectly sculpted and hairless, leaving
bite marks on his heavy calfs and godlike feet.

I grinned at the boy's wonder and teased him, nudging the wet hole with my
boner. His eyes fluttered and he moaned, begging:

"Fuck me!".

"I thought you didn't want to be fucked..."

"Pleeaase,  I want that big fucker inside me where it belongs!"

I gave him a big shove, to the hilt, and he smiled beatifically. "Yesssss!
God, you're so huge!"

He gave me a grateful, loving, lustful look. This boy was mine. I flexed my
dick, making him shudder.

"You like that, boy?"

"Yesss, do it again..."

"I'll do it if you squeeze your ass muscles. Yeah, good  boy, give daddy a
tight pussy".

Hank clenched hard his strong butt, closing the walls of his chute so tight
I thought he'd burst my nut. As I fucked him in long, slow strokes, the
increased friction brought us close to the brink. But it was too soon, I
wanted him to savor this fuck for a long time. Without leaving his hole, I
spun him around my pole, planting him on the ground on all fours. Now he
could see on the mirrors his glorious buns being plowed by my thick log.
That really turned him on. Hank rolled his hips, teasing me, thrusting back
his butt to meet my shoves, taking me deeper and harder inside him.

"Oh daddy, fuck your baby, fuck me...."

Suddenly it dawned on me. This wasn't his first time. Hank was too much of a
slut to have been a virgin just a few minutes before. I grabbed his long
blond hair, pulled his face to me and grunted:

"You little fuck! You fooled me! You've been fucked many times before...."

"Yesss, daddy, I lied, but don't be mad at me, please..."

"You wanted me to fuck you all along, didn't you bitch!"

"Yesss, I did. And I made myself difficult so you'd want me even more.
Forgive me, daddy..."

I fell on the ground, speechless, with him sitting on top, his back to me,
my dick buried deep in his butt. I wanted to kill him. How could he have
fooled me like that? I slapped his ass hard, to punish him, but he seemed to
like that. He sensed in his well-fucked asshole that I was getting harder
and bigger. The little fuck had gained the upper hand. He had me by the
dick.

"I'll forgive you, bitch, if you tell me your story while you impale your
butt on my babyfucker".

He laughed, nodding his awesome, devilish blond head. Wagging his tail at
me, he raised his butt till the head popped out, then settled down,
squeezing the whole meatlog in. This was going to be good. He kept fucking
himself on my huge pole as he spoke.

"I was 12 when I started liking the attention, how men stared at my butt,
palmed me, fondled me. Then one day I was in my grandfather's horse farm,
and Tom, the groom, cornered me in a stable. He was a young black hunk,
horny as hell. He made me sit on his big hard dick, just as I'm doing now.
Not
nearly as big as yours, but big enough for a virgin white boy. He kept
saying how sweet my boy ass was, and he pulled my hips down, impaling me. It
hurt so much, I cried. The horses went wild, heir whining covering my
screams and his grunts. Then the pain stopped and I started to ride him,
first a slow trot, then at full gallop, like this".

Hanks story, the lustfullness of this hunk's pussy, his sluttiness and utter
mastery of butt fucking slowly brought me to the brink. I couldn't hold much
longer. I grabbed his shoulders, pulled him down hard, and came deep inside,
just as he started spurting cum. I fell, exhausted, but he made me hard
again, flexing his michelangelesque butt muscles.

"My story's not over", he teased. "With Tom I developed a taste for black
dick. Once you have black you always go back, as they say. The family's
black driver was next. Then the gardeners. The postmen. Delivery guys. I was
caught and sent to boarding school. I was good at sports, and I got great
black coaches. The wrestling coach. The soccer coach. Some black teammates.
They gave me good training, I gave them head and butt. I lived in pig bottom
heaven. Right before graduation I reached my 5 000th nigger. But I still
missed something. The jewel in my crown. You, the legendary Jorge Alvarez. I
knew all about your giant dick and Brazilian swing. And now I have you!"

I rolled over him, kicked his legs open and gave him a hard, rough fuck that
he'll never forget. Hank the Hunk, the new star in my stable.

"Prom King, meet your Emperor", I said as I shoved a new load of cum deep
inside my blond Greek god.

Jorge Alvarez