First Virgin Butt by Jorge Alvarez
Three years after I moved in with Jojo, I had become at 20 a promising soccer star in Brazil. To the media I had to pretend that I had girlfriends but it was all fake. I remained faithful to Monsieur Jean-Georges Coubon, my former French teacher, now my fuck buddy and lover. It was hard to fight the many guys who wanted to have sex with me, especially after they saw my huge black dick in a locker room. Of course sometimes I'd let them suck my cock. In Brazil, just like in the Clinton Oval Office, a blow job is not really sex, just foreplay. But Jojo's was the only pussy I fucked.
His wife, Madame Coubon, had died of grief. She never got over the schock of finding her manly husband, a former Tour de France champion, with his long biker legs up in the air and my thick black dick deeply buried in his butt. After she passed away, their son, Tierry, came to live with us. The boy was now 14 and blossoming into a stunning blond beauty. We called him Tintin, for he was tall and lean like the comic strip carachter, with a flop of blond hair falling on his eyes. A serious biker, like his Dad, Tintin was developing an impressively strong butt. I couldn't avoid noticing it and I caught myself daydreaming about the boy.
I bought a series of bootlegged Tintin books that were gay sendups of the original stories. My favorite was one in which Tintin was captured by some tribe in Africa and forced to have sex with a huge gorilla. Tintin was able to take the beast's impossibly big phallus up his butt by using a special technique taught by a Black shaman. I left copies of the magazines around the apartment and noticed that our Tintin took them with him to his bathroom where he remained locked for hours.
One day Jojo looked worried. "We need to have a serious talk". That was code for "I need to sit on your lap, take your boner up my butt and talk while you fuck me". So we did. "I caught Tintin sucking his classmate's dick", he said, as he wriggled his butt around my shaft. "You know, that black kid from the favela? He had his big black schlong all the way down my son's throat and it took Tintin some time to disgorge the whole thing to talk to me!" "What's the big deal? I was also a black kid from the favela when I started fucking you. He took after his Dad..." "I'm not kidding. This is serious. He's too young. Tintin assured me that he's still a virgin, buttwise. But I'm afraid that any moment this black kid is going to bugger him and certainly hurt him. Soon enough, Tintin could become a sex toy for the bad guys up on the hill. I don't want him to start fooling around so early in his life!" Jojo had tears in his eyes. I had to help him. "What do you want me to do? I'd do anything to make you happy, you know".
Jojo had a plan. "I want you to seduce Tintin. Yes. Make him give you his virgin butt, Jorge. Only then I will be sure that Tintin is in good hands. That will pre-empt the slum kid. After your dick, no other will satisfy him. I wish this could wait longer but there's no time left. We have to act quickly!" "Are you sure of this? Won't you feel jealous?" "No, of course, how could I feel jealous? I know you will be doing this just for me, that you have no desire to fuck my son. Or have you?..." Jojo looked suspiciously at me while I crossed my fingers behind my back and lied sheepishly: "No honey, of course it never crossed my mind to fuck your son, what an idea!" "Good... When do you want to do it, love?" "Oh, what about... later today?!" I couldn't wait to lay my hands on Tintin's gorgeous young butt, now prodded by his own father to take the boy's cherry...
"Go to your soccer pratice", Jojo said. "When you're back, Tintin will be home from school, taking his nap. I'll leave you two alone for the rest of the afternoon. I just want you to promise me, Jorge..." "What, sweetie?" "Be gentle with him..." "Of course", I promised, my fingers still crossed. I humped Jojo's butt, with vicious, savage thrusts, making him cum with me. A little rehearsal of what I planned to do with his virgin son.
When I got back home the apartment was quiet. I went to Tintin's room and there he was, sprawled on his bed, naked. I admired the pure curves of his young butt radiating from his slender waist, the strong thighs and calves, the beautifully sculpted feet. His skin was rosy and firm, covered by a shimmering blond fuzz. I had a raging hardon. I could have raped him then and there, still in his sleep. But I wanted to enjoy the thrill of seducing the boy.
I went to the living room, took my clothes off, lighted a joint and put a record on, something by my favorite gay singer, Ney Matogrosso. That woke the boy up. I heard his light steps shuffling into the kitchen and joined him there. He was standing naked in front of the open fridge. He was startled to see me, stark naked, behind him. "Jorge! I didn't know you were here!" "Hi sweetie... Want to share this joint with me?" "Dad doesn't let me smoke yet". "Come on, I won't tell him. I'm sure you've smoked with your black friend..." "Tiao?! What do you know about him? Dad told you!" "Yeah, he told me. No big deal. We all do that when we're 14..."
Tintin blushed deeply. He was really embarassed. But he accepted the joint and took a long drag, coughing hard. The grass broke his inhibition. He took a good look at my dick, which was now up, rock hard, staring at him with its lone eye. The look on his face was the same as when, three years before, he had seen my dick emerging from his Dad's fuckhole. He remembered... But he hadn't seen it again since, especially as it was now, so close, at hand, and looking truly gigantic.
"Oh my God, it's so huge! I wonder how Dad..." He checked himself before saying what he was thinking, how could Dad take such a fucking huge black dick in his bum? Unbelievable!. "Your Dad and I are lovers. We love each other. We live together. That's why our sex is so good. We don't fool around with some guy from the slum like you did..." Tintin was flustered. "Tiao likes me! And I wanted him so bad... But he's the only one I had. And I just sucked him, I swear!"
"So you like a big black dick, young boy?" "Yeah... I took it from Dad, I guess... And you, Jorge, do you like a pretty young white butt?" The question was, who was seducing who. Tintin was only 14 but he already knew a few tricks. The sexy teasing was getting both of us too hot to handle. I took him by the waist in a tight hug and gave him a wet French kiss. Tintin panted, raising on his toes to reach his arms around my neck. My cock was now pressed all the way against his belly and chest, pulsing in lust. I didn't have to ask. He went down on the big head like a hungry, frisky puppy.
There was no way Tintin could take my whole dick in his mouth. He almost dislocated his jaw, trying. He had to content himself with licking, kissing and sucking around the head and along the shaft. The boy was seriously into cocksucking. I could detect the clear signs of a future pro. He was crazy for dick. My dick. I took a bowl of whipped cream from the fridge to make it more playful for him. I dabbed some cream on the shaft and he gobbled it all down. The sensation of his mouth scampering around my dick was fantastic. Then I found some vanilla ice cream and scooped out a good bit. I applied it on my wide cock and the coldness felt just great. In a second Tintin had sucked it all. He still looked hungry. He needed something more... seminal.
I went down on the floor, plunging my head in his butt, while he kept playing with my black salami. This was actually my first virgin butt hole. I was dying to take a closer look. And there it was, the most beautiful little thing I had ever seen. A tiny eye, all closed up on itself, its rosy wrinkles all folded up, peeking at me from deep in the crack between the boy's plump buns. This was a true bubble butt with a genuinely virgin rosebud. I stopped to say a little prayer of thanks before sticking out my tongue and touching the tip on the shuddering center of his pussyhood.
Tintin moaned and redoubled his effforts to make me cum. It didn't take him long. The feast I was having in his tush brought me over the brink and I started to blast cum on his face. He tried to gulp it all but it was too much. I had to wipe his face with my fingers to feed him the rest. He beamed, looking well fed and happy. So relaxed, in fact, that his asshole now felt noticeably slacker, less resistant to the touch. I placed his slender body on the kitchen table, belly down, and kicked his legs open. He looked scared at my sudden roughness. But he liked it. He raised his hips so I could have better access. I found a bowl of chocolate fudge and smeared his ass with it. I lapped the whole thing, making him moan. "Do you like chocolate, boy?" "Yes!" "Do you want my big chocolate lollipop up your butt?" "Yes!" I found soft butter on the kitchen top and pushed it into his butt with my sticky fingers. He thrashed about, too excited to resist.
Tintin was now ready for his execution. I mean, the busting of his 14 old cherry. I placed the head of my dick right between the round butt cheeks, pressed it in place and pushed. The boy's screams must have been heard miles away. He was terrified. The pain was unbereable. My hands were too greasy to grab him. He jumped from the table and fled, crying in agony.
I managed to jam his bedroom door with my foot before he could slam it and lock me out. He retreated into his bed, shaking all over, mumbling and sobbing like a baby. Tintin grabbed his childhood teddy bear and hugged it. He had escaped into his own shell, a frightened, hurt little boy. It was up to me to bring him back.
I sat on his bed and saw that through his tears the boy was again staring hungrily at my big hard dick. He still wanted it. I caressed his delicious butt and he let me do it. But still there was a block, the pain he had experienced. Still mad at me, he blurted: "You monster! You've hurt me!". I had a flash of recognition. This was Tintin's line in the story! When the gorilla first tries to rape him, the Belgian boy says: "You monster! You've hurt me!" All I had to do, to fuck this sexy French virgin, was to follow the storyline and come to the same happy ending, when the gorilla succesfully fucks the blond boy's butt.
"Tintin, try to remember the story, the gorilla story that you read in your namesake's magazine..." "Yes..." "What happens after the gorilla tries to rape Tintin and he feels so much pain he can't take it?" "Well, Tintin then remembers what the black shaman had taught him..." "And what was that?..." "Mmmm... Yes! How to take a huge dick up your butt while minimizing the pain..." "And how's that? Would you show me?" "Oh! That's easy. Just lie here on my bed and I'll show you the technique". I had him.
Suddenly the boy was proud to show off how he knew all about being fucked up the butt, even if he had no real experience of it. "In the book, Tintin uses magic to tie the gorilla to the trees around". The blond boy then tied my hands and feet to the bed posts, using his sneaker strings. "He could have fled, you see, but he wanted to prove to himself that he had mastered the technique the shaman had taught him". "Mmmm, very interesting..."
My Tintin then turned his back to me and sat astride my hips, rubbing his beautiful butt against my raging hardon. He looked at me defiantly. I remembered I was supposed to be a fierce gorilla and I growled furiously, trying to get rid of the restraints. "You fucking beast...", he said, "you thought you had me conquered, huh? Now I'll show you who's master here".
Then the most amazing thing happened. The boy started to breath deeply, at the same time opening and closing his butt hole. He was actually breathing through his hole! The technique was breathtaking. Soon he was able to wrap his ring around the head of my dick. I was in heaven. For the first time, ever, I felt the firm grip, the tight hold and at the same time the sweet, tender yielding of a boy's virgin asshole... the warmth... the tingling energy... the excitement in his own discovery of anal pleasure... his urgency to get the whole dick in... black hard manmeat grinding on melting whiteboy pussy... blond boy throwing back his laughing head, all frisky for finally getting his dream of being fucked hard up the ass... my big black hands opening his soft, firm, muscular white mellons... boyish feet curling up their toes in the thrill of getting properly screwed as a slutty bitch... take this niggerz big fuck stick kid... take it up your fucking bubble ass... make daddy cum baby... baby... cum.
I never really moved on from there. I'm still, so many years later, always reliving that moment, one of the greatest of my life, the first boy pussy I busted. After I finally had my dick all the way in Tintin's butt, I told him to untie me, which he did, pinned him under me, much to his satisfaction, and proceeded to give him the fuck of his life. In the end we were drenched in cum and so were his teddy bear and sheets. Late in the evening, Jojo, his father, came back home and joined us in the creaky little bed. Our life changed to a real menage a trois. But taking Tintin's virginity had caused a deeper change in me. I started chasing boys and young men. That brought me to the U.S., away from father and son. But that's another story.