THE GRUNT by Jorge Alvarez
I'm the Man, a real grunt, an officer with Special Forces. I'm a real butch, built like a bull, and I pose bare-assed for the Forces' calendar, showing all the stud power of my big hard glutes. I'm what they call a gay-basher, sissies have no chances with me.
I'm sent alone in a special mission to Central Africa. I'm to infiltrate and recruit for our side a Black muslim militia headed by a powerful sheikh. We want to make sure he fights the evildoer fundamentalists who are trying to penetrate the region.
I'm well received at his encampment and invited to join him and his twin sons in his tent. Sheikh Mahmoud Grossao is an awesome black giant, one big fucker. His sons are also very muscular, huge studs. They invite me to spend the night with them.
I have to share a bed with the twins on one end of the tent. The father sleeps at the other end, behind silk curtains. The bed is kind of cramped, but what the hell. Then I hear the brothers giggling and groaning. The unmistakable sounds of fucking. They're going at it! Fuck!
In the dim light of the fire in the middle of the tent I can see their entangled bodies heaving and panting. Somehow they manage to alternate, each one shoves his big dick up the other's ass, taking turns, actually fucking each other at the same time.
I don't like that queer stuff, so I leave the bed and go lie on the floor. I'm really pissed off. I wonder what their father will do if he finds out. If he wants to whack the boys I'll be glad to assist him.
The old man leaves the tent to piss outside. When he's back he sees me lying on the floor. Damn, also he sees what his boys are doing and just laughs. How can he cope with that queer thing? He tells me that as his honored guest I can't lie on the floor like that, and invites me to join him in his bed.
He's so big, there's not much space left for me. He tells me to lie with my head alongside his feet, so we'll be less uncomfortable. But he's so tall, my head is actually alongside his hips. And in the dim light I see the contours of something big rising up from his groin, pointing at his chest. It's his cock! And it's hard! And huge!
This thing must be more than 15 inches long and as thick as my arms, and gosh, my arms are very thick! The head is like a very large black mango, glistening in the dark. I'm so fascinated by this monster, I don't notice what's happening down there. There's a nice warmth enveloping my hard dick. O my God, he's sucking my cock...
Then I remember what my instructors told me about this tribe's revolting custom of men sucking each other's cocks when they first meet, as a sign of respect. It's nothing gay, they told me, just an ancient custom. Fuck! So am I supposed to suck his heck of a dick? No way!
He stops sucking me and I feel awkward. Am I being rude to my host? Also, I'd like him to go back to it, my cock was feeling great in his pumping mouth. Well, what's a grunt to do... I'm here for a reason, to accomplish my mission, no matter what sacrifices I have to make.
The strong smell of the thing is in itself so repulsive. I want to puke just thinking of having another men's cock in my mouth, how dirty. But he slides his big hand behind my neck and brings my mouth to his giant cock. He rubs the head on my lips and forces them open. I'm cursing under my breath but I let him do it. Also, he's back at sucking my hard dick.
He opens my jaws to make them wide enough for his black cobra. I gag and pant and choke but he finally manages to shove half of it in my mouth, past my tonsils. I can't breath, I have to use all of my grunt survival techniques to take this humongous cock down my throat. He hits bottom and crushes my face under his wiry pubes.
I actually don't have to do any cocksucking, since he's fucking my mouth as if it were a cunt. A rough, hard fuck. I'm hating every second of it but I take it like a man. Also I'm starting to cum in his mouth, and he keeps on sucking me.
His thrusts get more powerful and now he's pulling his cock all the way out, with a loud PLOP! and shoving it back in. The suction in my throat is terrible. I feel he's going to drag my guts out with his cock. He also hits my face with the hard head, smearing me with sticky precum. I'm cumming in his mouth again.
Am I losing my mind? I'm starting to enjoy the giant cock blasting through my lips. In a strange way, he makes me feel more manly, he's injecting his awesome masculinity deep into me. But I recoil in terror when I realize from his grunts that he's about to cum. No! I can never allow a guy to cum in my mouth!
I try to escape from under him but that only makes him fuck my face more furiously. And then he stops, deep in my gullet, his cock harder than ever, and starts to shoot. He pumps gallons of man juice down my throat. Then he pulls out and keeps on cumming, drenching my face. I'm baptized in cum. And it tastes wonderful.
The big sheikh turns his body around and lies over me, kissing my cum-filled mouth with his, filled with my own cum. I feel glad that the meeting ritual is over, relieved that after all it wasn't that bad. And it didn't make me gay. I feel as much a stud as ever.
He shoves his still hard cock between my thighs and I feel it, thick and throbbing, under my tail, deep in the valley between my big glutes. He rubs the shaft against my virgin rosebud. I hope he's not getting any ideas.
"Ready for Botfoquera, yankee stud?"
"Say what?"
"Botfoquera, our tribe's ritual of giving your host his due, returning my hospitality".
"Oh, I remember reading the name in my training manual but I didn't have time to get to it. What am I supposed to do, sheikh?"
"In short, you're supposed to let me fuck you up the ass. And like it. If you don't, I'll have to behead you".
"Wait, wait, you're kidding right? There's no way this monster is going up my ass, no way".
"Beheading then?"
"Wait, I have a mission to accomplish here. I have to live".
"Then, Botfoquera..."
"This is going too far, man. You have to understand that in America we also have our customs and buttfucking is not among them".
"Bullshit. You're not the first American I welcome here. I had a bunch of guys from the State department and they all loved Botfoquera".
"But they're faggots! And I'm a real man!"
"Here, real men take it up the ass. And love it".
Oh my lord. He's determined to do it. And I owe him his hospitality. I need him on our side, against the evildoers. I'll have to make another sacrifice.
"OK, OK, Botfoquera then. But get over with it, do your thing and we're done".
"You have to lilke it, remember. Meaning you have to cum with my cock up your ass without touching your own dick".
"But that's impossible".
"Not with me. Now raise your legs, rest your feet on my shoulders. Here I come".
Without any preparation, in one big shove, he sticks his whole cumcoated monster up my ass. I yell in pain, but it's just a flash of pain, soon gone. I feel full, oh so full of hard male meat. I'm already starting to enjoy my first fuck.
"This is the Botfoquera technique, a legacy from our ancestors. One big shove is less painful than pushing it slowly. The ring has no time to resist and contract. It stretches at once, and you're no longer a virgin".
"What am I?"
"Now I'll turn you into a slut for big black dicks".
"Guess I'm already one. Your cock feels so good inside me, I'd never imagine... What I was missing all those years. Oh, when you flex it it's even better, it drives me crazy. Yeah, keep doing it, and I'll squeeze your big cock in turn. Oh my god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming without touching my dick. Botfoquera!"
"I knew you'd love it. When you got here strutting your big yankee butt I got hard thinking of how I'd bust your cherry, big stud".
"So this is it, that's all there is about Botfoquera? You stick your dick in me, I cum and it's over?"
The big black sheikh laughs. The way he laughs scares me. I can see in the way he looks at me that there'll be much more. What?
First he turns me around under him, still impaled on his dick, putting me on the bed on all fours. Than he starts to hit my backside, slapping hard, which makes me hump like a mare in hit. And then he pulls his monster out and shoves it back in, to the hilt, making me whine like a mad bronco.
He pistons his cock in and out of me, full throttle, his giant hairy balls slapping on my butt, his pelvis hitting hard on my tail, he's mounting me like the bitch I am. And I love it. How could I turn from a straight butch this evening to a raving bitch crazy for black dick now? Butch to bitch in a minute...
All I know is: I want more of his dick, and I need him to cum in my bowels. Which he does, shooting a huge load just as I begin to cum again. We're like a two-headed fuck machine, shooting non-stop, grunting and groaning. And then I see we're not alone.
His twin sons clim on the bed, their cocks hard, almost as big as their father's. While daddy plows my butt, his kids try to shove both cocks in my mouth. I love the taste of their young black dicks. There's no way I can open wide enough for both, so they have to take turns, letting me have their big dark lollipops.
They cum in my mouth, alternating quickly so I won't lose my prize in hot liquid male seed. Daddy cums again in my hungry ass, and I shoot my own cream, yelling in triumph. Oh, how I love Botfoquera...
"Now, yankee stud, you're ready for our next ritual: Gangarep. It's how the whole tribe welcomes you to our village".
The men who are standing guard outside join us in the tent. They take turns gangraping me. I lose count of how many cum loads they pump up my sore ass, down my raspy throat. I fall to the ground, limp, still taking more and more big black dick, and go into a trance, then pass out. When I wake up I'm lying in the middle of the tent in a pool of cum. And I'm ready for more.
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