SEMESTER ABROAD IN AFRICA 1 by Jorge Alvarez
Grossao sometimes works as an actor in films based on other guys' stories, like this one, in which he plays professor Bamba.
1 I just arrived in Dakar for my semester abroad. I'm lodged with a Senegalese familiy, very nice people. At the University our group of American students was welcomed by professor Amadou Bamba, a tall, imposing guy, very friendly. He warns us that this is a very conservative society in which homosexualism is a no-no. There are laws against it and if one is caught in the act one could spend a lot of time in prison. I'll have to behave, no sex with the natives...
Damn, the reason I came to Africa is my love for big black dicks. And now I'm told they're out of bounds... I ogle the studs on the streets and they're gorgeous, loose-limbed, well-muscled, with huge bulges in their crotches. Professor Bamba, for instance. When he sits down in front of our class I stare at his basket. The outline of a huge, thick cock is clearly visible through the thin cotton fabric of his pants.
The funny thing is, maybe I'm wrong but I get the impression that I turn them on. I'm tall too, and very muscular, I'm a football player in college, blond, blue eyes, quite handsome. When I'm walking around, men turn their heads to watch my pretty bubble butt, and they whistle. What's going on? Are they just glad to see an American? Or are they horny for me? Because of professor Bamba's warnings I'm too scared to check.
2 I'm living with Mrs. Diouf and her second husband, a much younger black stud called Youssouf. She has a son from her first marriage, Doudou, who is 21, two years older than me. I have to share the bed with him, there's very little furniture in the house.
Doudou has a girlfriend, Lamia. They neck around all day. He gets an obvious hardon but in this Islamic society she's supposed to remain a virgin until they get married. One night, I go with Doudou to take Lamia home, then we go to a bar to down a few beers and go back home to sleep. As usual, we sleep naked, it's too hot in here.
He's drunk and he snores. He's bigger than me and our bed is quite narrow. I try to squeeze myself so I won't touch him, but tonight he's all over the place, spreading his arms and legs. I turn to lie on my belly. Then I feel his heavy leg thrown over my hip. His powerful thigh is pressing down on my buttocks. It feels great, I let him.
I feel Doudou's hard dick against my butt. It's huge! I want him, but I don't dare to move. He must be dreaming of his girlfriend. Then he trashes form side to side, mumbling something in his sleep, and throws his big body over me. He's so heavy, I can barely breath. His huge hard dick is now lodged between my thighs, the head pressing against my asshole.
Thank god I'm not a virgin, buttwise. But I need some lube. I spit on my hand and wet the hole. He keeps snoring and mumbling wildly. He hugs me in his arms and shoves his hips forward. That's enough to push the big head through my rosebud. He's in.
He's really huge. I wince in pain but I can't make any sound. I bite my own hand. Then the pain magically goes away. I'm opening up, my anus loose and hungry for his big black dick. It slides all the way in, making me shiver with lust, I never felt so full down there, overstuffed as they say. I've never been fucked by a sleeping man before. I wonder if he's really asleep or just pretending.
I squeeze his cock in my chute and he moans. He rewards me with a shove. He's not new to buttfucking. He knows what turns a guy on, fucking me deep and hard. Doudou bites my ear, and I know he's about to cum. Too soon for me, alas. He shoots deep in me, a big hot load. Then he rolls to the side and goes back to snoring. I beat my meat and cum in my cupped hand. I swallow my own cum, and go to sleep dreaming of a forest of huge black dicks, waving at me.
3 The next morning it's as if nothing had happened. I keep mum about our quick fuck. Does he even remember it? Doudou is his usual self, boisterous, funny, always talking about his girlfriend. Then at night after we've pretended to sleep for a while, his hand is all over my butt, his hard cock against me. I lie on the side, pull his dick between my buttocks, aim it and the head slips in easily. I've lubed myself with KY before coming to bed. He's quiet, but awake. He moves his hips back and forth, slowly. He's taking his time, enjoying my tight, hungry ass. This time I come before him. And then back to sleep. Not a word, nothing in the morning, just the usual jokes. Where is this taking me?
This goes on night after night. I'm happy with the sex, it feels great to have that big thing inside me, but during the day my mind wonders, I'm more and more confused. I'm even more aroused than before, I get constant hardons watching all the black studs around, and they glance back, though nothing ever happens. This is driving me crazy.
One night I'm alone in bed, Doudou went out with Lamia. I pretend to sleep when he gets back. He lies alongside me and starts to caress my naked butt in the dark. He's never been so tender. I moan as his fingers slide inside the crack between my buttocks and find the hole. He sticks one thick finger in, then two. I'm moaning in pleasure, begging him to fuck me.
When the head of the hard dick pushes in through the lips of my wet male pussy, it feels so much thicker. I turn my head back but I can't see him in the dark. "Doudou?", I ask. "No, it's Youssouf. Doudou called, he's sleeping with his girlfriend. Damn, you're so tight and warm, just as Doudou told me..."
Damn, the man of the house, Doudou's stepfather, is fucking me. His stepson has told him. Who else knows? All these thoughts just go away as I concentrate on the wonderful sensation of being fucked by this much more experienced man, with a much bigger cock. He's amazing.
Unlike Doudou, Youssouf plays with my body and says sexy things in my ear, in French and Wolof. My little bitch, what a fine pussy you have, you love this big black dick, don't you, white slut? I'm going to make you come in your ass, boy, just like a woman, you want that? I've been horny for this smooth white butt since you first walked in here you know. When Doudou told me you love to take it up the ass, I talked him into spending the night away, so I could have you. Damn you're so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming white boy, deep in your male cunt, take it boy, take my African spunk!
He makes me cum alright, he's awesome. Finally I'm getting what I expected from Africa. A stud who fucks me with a lot of tender love and care. He tells me that if I stay home in the morning instead of going to school, pretending to be sick, after his wive leaves for work he'd like to play with me a lot more.
So now I stay home and after she leaves he fucks me all around the house, in their bed, in the kitchen, me bending over the stove or the sink and him ramming me from behind, or we take long baths in the tub, I sit on his dick and pump the cum out of his giant cock. Youssouf, Youssouf, I moan, cum in me, cum in me, fuck me!
Then the rainy season ends and he takes me to the beach. We rent a cabin to change our clothes. He fucks me in there. I'm wearing tight white speedos that leave most of my cute bubble butt out. Once we're lying on the sand I see that a lot of studs are turned on by the sight of my big white ass.
A big guy comes over and talks to Youssouf in Wolof. He gives my lover some money. Youssouf tells me to go to the cabin and wait for the guy there. I lie on the cot inside the cabin, bare-assed, and the black stud walks in, takes his shorts off and shows me a dick almost as big as Youssouf's. He lies on top of me, opens my thighs rudely and shoves his dick in. Just like that. No tender words, no fondling, no foreplay, nothing. I'm a whore and I'm treated as such.
But I like the rough, quick hard shoves deep inside me, the way he pins me down and submits me utterly to his will, his wild male lust. He fucks like an animal, a jungle beast, and that turns me on, even more than Youssouf's tenderness. I cum like crazy, moaning and trashing, and he shoots a huge load up my ass, then pulls off, cleans himself and leaves.
I'm still enjoying the afterglow of the fantastic orgasm he gave me when another guy comes in. This one looks older, built like a brickhouse, a stevedore. He sits on the cot and tells me to sit on his dick. It's shorter than Youssouf's, but much thicker, like a black tree stump. I have a hard time, squealing in pain, but I manage to get the big mushroom head in, and then I slam my butt down on his lap and that's it, he cums and cums, biting my ears. I love it.
When the burly man leaves I glimpse through the door and see a bunch of black guys waiting outside, talking to Youssouf. Who's next, I ask in my basic Wolof. They all laugh and in comes a slender, tall young man, with an incredibly long cock, it must be 12 inches or more. He goes where no one has gone before, and makes me cum twice before he's done.
I can hear the other guys protesting outside, this one took too long, they're impatient to fuck the American slut. When we head home in the afternoon, I have more than a dozen cum loads in my bowels and Youssouf's pockets are overflowing with money.
He takes me to the bath tub and washes the cum caked all over my body. Then he fucks me, long and slow, his cock plunging in the pool of cum left inside me by his buddies. He calls me a slut, a whore, that makes him even hornier, and me too. I'm drifting in a haze of constant male sex, floating in a cloud of cum, I'm in heaven.
Every morning now it's the same thing. Some of our clients become regulars, among them the thick-dick stevedore and the tall young man with the long cock. They complain because Youssouf has increased my price, from around 10 bucks to 15, to face the growing demand. Now when I walk through the streets of Dakar I recognize many guys who have fucked me in the beach cabin. They pretend not to see me, they're usually with their wifes or girlfriends. I'm just a whore.
Then one day Youssouf tells me that professor Bamba is mad at me, because I stopped going to his classes.
"Do you know him?"
"He's my uncle".
"Have you told him?"
"No, of course not".
So I go back to school. Professor Bamba glares at me and tells me to meet him in his office after class. What does that imposing black stud have in store for me?
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