MARDI GRAS BALL by Grossao
It's a tradition in Brazil for kids to go to mardi gras balls. They happen in the afternoon, for a week, in ballrooms where thousands of kids, from babies to teenagers, dance (they actually jump up and down, the word for dancing in mardi gras is "pular", jump) to a hot samba rythm. Another tradition is that many young people have their first sexual experience at those balls. Parents usually drop their older kids at the door and collect them five hours later, and the kids leave their virginity at the ball...
This is the story of one such boy, Jorginho:
This year Mom made me what we call a Tyrolese costume for mardi gras. It's basically a Brazilian version of lederhosen, tiny shorts with straps, ornamented with sequins, in a see-through green fabric. Besides the shorts, there's only a small green hat with a red cherry on the rim. Usually people wear also a white shirt under the lederhosen, but Mom wanted me to go barechested. She said that with my beautiful well-defined chest and hot swimmer's body a lot of girls would want to date me.
I'm not interested in girls, though. What I like about the skimpy costume is that it's so short in the back that my plump butt cheeks spill out. I climb on the toilet seat to look at my lower backside in the bathroom mirror. My bottom looks gorgeous in the tight see-through green shorts, the soft fabric molding my deep curves and showing off the smooth rosy skin on my round buns and the deep valley between them. It isn't girls that I want to attract, but big horny guys. I'm still a virgin, but I know what I want: a big hard dick up my ass.
When I'm walking down the streets of Rio, especially when I go to the beach in my bikini thongs, a lot of men turn their heads to look at my rump. Guys whistle and whisper that they want to fuck my boypussy. Some get bold enough and touch me, fondle my buns, try to grab me to touch their hardons.
Our block is patrolled by two policemen, two big black studs called Cosme and Damiao. They always stop me to chat, and they try to talk me into letting them fuck me. I get excited but I'm a little scared. I go home and beat my little dick, imagining what the two black hunks would do to me with their big dicks.
Sometimes I hear moans and grunts coming from behind the bushes in the little park in our corner. Then I see my dad coming out of the park chatting with Cosme and Damiao. The two black studs look very happy and daddy too. But when dad sees me he blushes and asks what I'm doing there, what have I seen. What is daddy doing with the two policemen behind the bushes?
Mom is proud that I'm as gorgeous as daddy was at my age. She showed me a picture of dad when he was my age, taken in a mardi gras ball. Dad is dressed as an Indian, actually undressed since he's wearing only a few feathers around his waist. He looks gorgeous, a very sexy teeange boy. By his side in the picture there's a young black stud, very muscular, also almost naked but for a pirate costume that consists of a red bandana tied on his head, an eye-patch and a skimpy speedo barely hiding a huge erection. Mom told me that the black guy was a policeman, a friend of dad's. He has his powerful right arm around daddy's waist and his large hand obviously cupping the white boy's buttocks.
Mom and dad drop me and my big sister at the mardi gras ball, telling us to behave. They'll be back in the evening to pick us up. The ball is at the Military Police headquarters, a huge building in the middle of a lush tropical park. The soldiers and officers, most of them black studs, mingle with the kids, everybody in costume.
There's a large brass band with a drum section, playing marchinhas, fast sambas that make you jump up and down. A throng of kids, a few parents with the smaller ones, a lot of teenagers and the soldiers, spins round and round in the ballroom, singing and dancing. This goes nonstop for hours on end.
No drinking is allowed, of course, but there's what we call lanca-perfume, a small spray bottle with a perfumed mix of water and ether. You spray it on a hankie and sniff it. Your head goes vroooom, it gives you a short but strong high. Everybody is happy and gay...
My sister, who's tall for her age and has a great body, gets friendly with two soldiers disguised as roman centurions, two huge black studs with very short white skirts. They pass their arms around her waist and they go away jumping.
-- Wait! I have to watch my little brother, she remembers suddenly.
-- Don't worry, I'll take care of him, says a deep, manly voice behind me. I turn around, look up and see a vision, a dream stud, a black god, dressed as Hercules, the skimpy costume barely covering his huge sweaty muscles.
-- Hi, I'm colonel Grossao. I'm the commander here, I run this place. Are you enjoying our ball, pretty boy?
-- Yes! I'm Jorginho. Are you really going to take care of me?
-- Yeah... You're so handsome, young man... Why don't you climb on my shoulders, from here you'll get a better view.
The black stallion hoists me in his strong arms, grabs me by the buttocks and sits me astride his huge shoulders. His large hands hold my naked thighs, as he goes into the throng of revelers and jumps up and down with me, spinning around the ballroom.
I have a raging hardon against the back of his neck. He looks up at me, smiling, gives my cock and balls a little pinch with one of his hands, then slides his hands up behind me, cupping my plump buns in his palms. Then he slides a fat finger under my shorts and rubs the tip around my virgin rosebud. Slowly, he inserts a finger, than two, making me moan with pleasure.
This goes on for what seems an eternity, and I'm so excited by the pressure of his hands on my butt and his fingers inside my asshole, that I'm about to cum. But then the music stops and he lowers me down.
-- It's time for the best-costume competition, he whispers in my ear. Now you go on stage as my personal entrant in the contest.
-- But colonel, my costume is so simple!
-- It's not the costume that counts, it's the bunda, the ass. The best butt wins...
On stage we are five boys, and each has to walk down a runway to show off his or her costume. There's a boy disguised as Saint Sebastian, the patron saint of Rio de Janeiro, naked but for a flesh-colored jockstrap, with arrows pretending to pierce his body. There's an angel, also naked but for his white wings; a bunny, bare-assed with a white pompom on the back of his jockstrap; and an altar boy with the back of his black robe cutout so his plump buttocks show through. My see-through green shorts are actually the more modest outfit but I get the most whistles and cheers, especially from the soldiers. I win, and the colonel crowns me as king (or is it queen?) of the ball.
-- Now, boy, come with me to my private box, to get your trophy.
Colonel Grossao takes me upstairs to his box. We pass through a dark room, overlooking the ballroom, where I hear grunts and moans and I see shadows of bodies piled up on couches, on the floor, writhing against the walls, everywhere. Suddenly I recognize her. My sister is naked, being fucked in the mouth and up the ass by the two black soldiers who were dancing with her. She doesn't see me. But I can hear her say:
-- Not the cunt, just the asshole, I have to stay a virgin until I get married!
I feel the black Hercules's hands all over my bottom now, pulling down my shorts. When we finally get to his box, with a great view of the ballroom underneath us, I'm already naked. The black stud pulls out his cock, a huge black cobra, the awesome head glistening with precum.
-- Now boy, here's your trophy. Have you ever seen one that big?
-- No, sir, I have only sucked boys my age, small dicks. Yours is so huge! Let me get a closer look...
The crowd underneath is singing the most popular of all the marchinhas, "Mamae eu Quero", which goes: "Mom I want to nurse, give me the pacifier or the baby will cry". "Mamar", to nurse, is also the word for "to suck", so the colonel says "Mama, nenem, mama", "suck, baby, suck", while I slurp on my first big black dick.
I try to close my hands around the shaft but it's too thick. I pull down the loose skin around the base of the head and the monster shoots up, reaching its maximum length, towering over my head. My lips tremble when they touch the throbbing glans, sipping the bitersweet honey flowing from the large eye on the tip.
Mom I want to suck, mamae eu quero mamar, that's all I can think, as the words bellowed by the crowd echo in my head, making my heart thump with lust for this giant black pacifier, my huge lollipop, my hot ice cream cone, the macho's male organ getting ready to fuck me.
I'm fascinated by the large, heavy balls, hairy and rugged, hanging low in my hands. I try to get each in my mouth, but they're too large. My tongue darts around the wide base of the giant penis, feeling its power, the awesome strength of the muscles that raise the mighty black sword high above me.
I kiss and peck, lick and lap all around the shaft, trying to appease the beast that throbs in its lust for me, his young white prey, the new virgin boy he's about to deflower. Colonel Grossao has a wicked grin on his manly face, his fat tongue darting between sharp white fangs, a tiger ready to devour the little lamb, myself, the pussyboy who's now trying to swallow the huge head of the penis in my hungry, sexy mouth.
The black stud grabs me by the neck, pulls me by the ears, and manages to shove half his cock down my gullet, dislocating the jaw and almost choking me, as I pant and gag and my eyes explode in tears, although the lips smile broadly, showing that I love the way he's raping my pretty face.
I look up, eyes begging for mercy, but all I get is a new violent thrust of his hips, landing the whole length of his thick penis inside my gorge, the huge head blasting my tonsils and bumping past the Adam's apple. His cock is fully buried in my throat, the wiry pubes scratching my hyperstretched lips, his large hands pulling me by the hair to get an extra inch down my gullet. And I love it.
-- Good boy. Now show me how you love to suck my dick, how you milk a big black cock of all its juice.
I can barely breath, but inspired by the song I get my throat muscles to work around the large shaft and nurse on it, like a baby nursing on a giant tit. Mamae eu quero mamar, mom I want to suck, I want to suck this dick, my macho's huge cock... He's horny for me, I'm giving head to the commander of the police force, the big kahuna, my black stallion full of macho seed... I have more than a foot of hard manmeat down my gullet, I feel the cum boiling in his balls, he's about to shoot, oh my god... He cums, the first blast drowns me in hot semen, spills through my nostrils, I'm drenched in manjuice, its bitter taste and strong animal smell overwhelms my senses... I'm an accomplished cocksucker now, I'll nurse on all the big black dicks in his battallion, I'll be the boywhore of our neighborhood, feeding on cum, always hungry for the next cock, suck suck suck, eu quero mamar, I want to suck dick...
I disgorge the sticky monster with a loud PLOP! It looks harder and bigger than before. Colonel Grossao bends me over the rail of his box and I look at the hundreds of kids dancing, down in the ballroom, as he opens my thighs and dives in the deep valley between my buttocks, his tongue searching for the tight virgin ring. He finds it and sticks his big licker inside, making me moan in sheer bliss.
-- Oh fuck me, colonel, sir, please fuck my virgin asshole!
When I feel the large tip of the head pressing against my tender flesh I want to take it back, but it's too late. He pushes forward and the head is already in. The pain is piercing, I stifle a scream, but I love the sensation of finally being screwed, after so many years fantasizing about it. Now my ass belongs to a man, my black stallion, and I'm his pussyboy, his slave, welcoming his giant cock in my boycunt.
Grossao lifts me in his powerful arms. I float over the ballroom, held aloft by the giant cock now buried to the hilt up my young ass. He rubs a hankie drenched in lanca-perfume on my face and I almost faint, my head turns, I see stars dancing and jumping up and down, it's my body bouncing on his groin, up up up, he kicks my ass with his washboard belly and I fly, held only by the giant glans anchored in my tight asshole.
-- You see boy, how easy it is to lose your cherry? Now I'm turning your asshole into a slutty boycunt, a pussy wide enough to swallow my big hard dick and tight enoug to make me cum. Do you feel my cock all the way inside you, pretty boy?
That's all I feel, his huge cock everywhere inside my body, pushing aside all internal organs to find its way to my little throbing heart. It feels like a freight train blasting through my tender tunnel of quivering flesh, as he pistons in and out in a frenzy.
The crowd is now singing "The Girl from Ipanema" in a faster mardi-gras version of the bossa nova classic. Grossao sings in my ears, as he fucks me, his own version, "The Boy From Ipanema", mouthing each word of the lyrics as he shoves his cock again and again up my overstuffed anus.
-- Tall... Fucking tall... and tan... fuck boy, your so good... so tight... and young... and lovely... oh fuck... the boy... from Ipanema... goes fucking.... and fucking.... and fucking... oh boy... and when I fuck you... I fuck you... you go aaaah... you go aaaah, boy... take that big dick boy... aaaah... When I fuck you... it's like a samba.... that swings... so cool... and sways.... oh fuck... so gentle...
-- Oh Grossao I love it when you sing like that, shoving your dick in me with every word... Don't stop, fuck me my macho, fuck me....
-- Jorginho, fuck, you remind me, fuck, of the first boy, fuck, I fucked, in this same ballroom, fuck, a mardi gras ball, fuck, he was your age, fuck, me a young soldier, fuck, he dressed as an indian, I dressed as a pirate, fuck, he looked just like you, sweet white ass, fuck, and he loved, fuck, when I sang this song, the boy from, fuck, Ipanema, fuck.
-- But Grossao, that's my dad! I saw the picture of you two together, an Indian and a pirate, oh god, you fucked daddy like you're fucking me now?
-- You're his son? Yes, he's Jorge too, I remember him so well, same round muscular ass, same slutty pussy crazy for my dick, same full red lips, oh fuck, give me your lips, Jorginho, kiss me, I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your ass, my little white slutboy, suck my tongue, feel my cock blasting in your gut, bitch, I'm breeding you as my bitch, just like I bred your dad...
Is it a coincidence, that both my dad and I we lost our cherries to the same black stud? The force of the cum geyser that blasts away deep in my body like a tsunami of male waves makes me reach my own climax and my little hard dick spurts a shower of white jets over the crowd.
Grossao turns me around on his lap, cock still hard and deeply buried in me, and kisses me hard, crushing my young body in his powerful arms. He keeps on fucking me, throwing me up and down like a rag doll, biting my hard nipples, slamming my ass down on his balls, as the giant shaft tears away through my tender flesh.
The crowd sings "Indio quer apito", the indian wants the whistle, a salacious song where an indian says he wants a white man's whistle, that is, his asshole. Brazilian kids love the double-entendre. Grossao rubs more lanca-perfume on my face and we are off to a new simultaneous, multiple orgasm, my tank now totally full and overflowing with his abundant jizm.
I notice, looking over the colonel's strong shoulder, that Cosme and Damiao, the two soldiers who police my block, are outside the box watching their commander fuck me. The skirts of their Roman soldier costumes are tenting with their raging hardons. They are ready for me, and I'm ready for them.
I excuse myself, while the colonel is busy receiving the other four boys who ran in the contest for best costume (actually best ass), for their consolation prize, and I go outside to meet the two black studs.
-- So, Jorginho, I see the colonel has carved you a new pussy... Now you won't flee anymore when we go after your pretty white ass, boy. Come here, let Cosme and Damiao show you how it feels, to take two big dicks from prow and bow...
They take me to a dark corner and I'm fed the two giant pieces, one in the mouth, one in the ass. I feel so full of cock, happy like a good slut, a white pussyboy pleasing his black fuckers, milking their dicks with my two cunts, showing off my newly acquired skills as a young cocksucker who loves to take it up the ass.
-- Look, he's just like his dad. He loves to be roasted on a thick black spit like a pig, look how he hogs down our big dicks... Damn, his mouth feels like a well fucked asshole...
-- And his asshole feels like a hot tight pussy... Let's raise him off the floor, and keep him up just held by the strength of our cocks. You like that boy? From now on we're gonna fuck you every day, just like we fuck your dad.
I love the dance of this double fuck, my body swaying and bouncing between the two black fuckers, following the rythm of the tunes blared by the brass band and bellowed by the crowd down in the ballroom. I'm vaguely aware of other white boys and some girls, among them my sister, being screwed by other brawny soldiers in the shadowy room, all moaning and groaning under the assault of huge black dicks blasting through smooth white flesh.
Cosme and Damiao, the loyal pair who patrol my block and from now on will patrol my ass, shoot gallons of hot male seed in my body and leave to look for new fresh meat. They're replaced by other soldiers, and soon I lose count of how many loads are fed to my hungry mouth and asshole. Then the music stops, the ball is over, the lights turned on, and me and my sister we gather what survived of our costumes, to get dressed and go outside to look for our parents. Thank god, the colonel has provided a shower to wash away the layers of cum caked on our skin.
Grossao sends me off with a kiss and the promise that tomorrow I'll be back for more: more of his giant cock up my famished young butt.
We get into the car and mom comments on the sorry state of our costumes. I found my little hat, that I had dropped in the ballroom, but the cherry is gone.
-- Mom, dad, I lost my cherry...
Dad, who's driving, looks back at me with a wry smile on his face. He knows what I mean...
-- And dad, colonel Grossao sends you his greetings. He wants you to go visit him, so he can sing you "The Boy from Ipanema".
Dad winks at me, with a wistful look in his face. He's surely longing for his teenage years, when Grossao took his cherry in a mardi gras ball, bringing him into the world of male-to-male sex, just like he has brought me now.
-- Tomorrow is the last ball of mardi gras, Jorginho, and I'll come with you and your sister. We're going to have a great time.
Then our whole family breaks into song, singing "Mamae eu quero mamar", mom I want to suck.