Huge and Thick/ Tails of the Alhambra/ The Black Caliph by Jorge Alvarez
THE BLACK CALIPH
1 I walk around the beautiful city of Granada in a balmy Sunday afternoon. I'm wearing loose silk pants with no underwear. My big cock and balls swing freely under the soft fabric. I'm out to have some fun with Spanish men and boys. And that's easier than one imagines. My tall, muscular, well-hung black body catches their eyes.
As I stroll through a beautiful park I notice a shy, handsome young man following me. I had seen him leaving church earlier with his family. I stop to look at a Moorish arch. He loiters at a safe distance, looking at me sideways. Before I go under the arch I smile at him and make an inviting gesture with my head.
There's a dark, leafy space beyond the arch, with a gurgling fountain on a wall and a wild, overgrown garden. I disappear behind a tall bush. His light steps echo on the stone walls. His shadow goes past me and I step behind him, blocking his escape. He's startled, nervous.
"Oh! I didn't... didn't see you... Please let me go!"
"I saw you following me... Why are you so nervous? You're a very handsome young man, you know? Come closer".
I take his trembling hand and pull him to me. He's tall but I'm taller. He has a classic, manly Andalucian head, with short, wavy black hair, dark eyes and tanned, olive skin. Luscious red lips under a perfectly sculpted, Roman nose.
I wrap my arms around his waist and press his hot body to mine. I feel the strong muscles in his back tensing, then relaxing as his mouth meets mine.
"God, you're hot! What's your name?"
"Enrique. And you?"
"Jorge, but you can call me Grossao. How old are you?"
"Nineteen. I've... I've never been with a man before..."
"Really? But you know what you want, don't you Enrique?"
"Yes".
His nervous hands find my already hard dick. His kiss becomes more passionate, his body shakier, when he realizes how truly enormous is the male organ now growing alarmingly thick in his hands. I help him to open my fly and bring Grossao out in the open.
We move to a darker corner of the enclosed patio, well hidden behind a lush and fragrant jasmine bush. I step out of my pants and help Enrique to his knees, holding his strong arms around my bulging thighs.
His eyes are fixed on Grossao's head towering over his face. He grabs my hard dick with both hands, unable to close them around the thick shaft, and lowers the giant phallus until the head is level with his open, drooling mouth.
Young Enrique must have played this scene many times in his handsome head, rehearsing the day when he'd finally be able to suck his first cock. He's no longer shy nor nervous, but determined to get as much of my male hard meat in his gullet as he can manage.
He's able to swallow about six inches before he starts gagging. He wants to disgorge my dick but I hold his head firmly in my hands. Tears gush from his eyes and he looks up at me, begging for mercy. I shove another four inches down his throat.
He sputters and chokes on the giant piece of manhood, but recovers his breath and the hunger for my dick. In a final, brave plunge he gets the final three inches past the overstretched lips. Nose buried in my bush, the gorgeous young Spaniard relaxes his throat and starts to pump.
We hear steps on the alley outside. But they go away without crossing under the arch into our secluded garden. I hold Enrique's head by the small ears and fuck his gullet, with long, slow strokes. When Grossao's head pops out -- PLOP! -- I rub it on the reddened cheeks, long-leashed eyes, his whole handsome face.
The young man opens his mouth wide and gulps Grossao back in. He's just learned to be a good cocksucker and he wants his reward. He milks my dick with powerful suction, cradling my hard balls in his large hands.
The hot fingers trigger the spark deep in my balls and he feels the waves of cum cresting along his tongue before they crash down into the hungry belly. He savors, swallows and eats all of my male juice, looking up at me with gratitude.
As I pull my pants up he flees through the arch and down the alley, wiping cum from his chin with the back of his hand and licking the white globs avidly. "Follow me", he whispers.
Enrique reaches the large group of his relatives who are eating tapas and drinking copas around a table under the shade of the trees in a wide plaza. Someone offers him a glass which he refuses. I know why. He wants to keep the taste of my cum in his mouth.
From a distance, the young man sees I'm still here, waiting for him. I'm not finished with the introduction of this young Spaniard into Grossao's world. My dick is harder than before.
An older guy sees it and approaches, pretending to ask for fire. He takes a good look and winks at me. I say I'm not interested. He steps back, follows my line of sight and smiles, shaking his head. He knows he's no match for handsome Enrique.
My young prey is telling something to an older man who must be his father. Enrique shows him where I am and his dad gives me a long, approving gaze. Other men at the table look at me with lust. They're all like Enrique, big and handsome. The young man waves good-bye to the whole group and leaves, after checking if I'm following him. We walk a few blocks. He's almost running, such is his rush to have Grossao again.
2 He opens the door to a large house and waits for me inside, closing it behind me. We are in the patio of a typical Spanish mansion. He whispers in my ears, while we undress.
"There's no hurry. They're not coming back soon. I told them I had to study for my Anatomy test... I'm in Med school."
Enrique's hands show more than the expertise of a future doctor. As he worshipes and kisses my chiseled muscles under the taut, smooth black skin, he brings Grossao to full arousal. But he's also proud of his gorgeous male anatomy, turning his back to me to show off his strong legs and powerful, round buttocks.
I help him climb into the fountain in the middle of the patio. The water jet spurts high up above his head and comes down trickling over the luscious curves. I have in my hands the perfect Iberian ephebe, sung first by the ancient Greeks and Romans -- the white fawn that later inspired the Arab and Jewish poets of Al-Andalus, one thousand years ago.
At that time Al-Andalus was the ultra-refined center of the civilized world, with the largest libraries in the West and thousands of baths, where beautiful white Christian young men delighted their Arab and Jewish masters.
Enrique's lovely features come directly from those youths who inspired some of the most passionate love poems ever written.
Your beauty is famous in Granada; yours alone, O ornament of youth! Arise at dawn, and pour out, for the fair ones, from your hand, cups of wine. As you pluck the lute strings, the light of your cheek shines like the daylight sun. My beloved is near, and my life is sweet.
I kneel in the shallow pond and dive between the wet ripe melons, the wondrous center of his voluptuous body. I may not have the talent to sing immortal verses about his beauty, but I know how to awaken in him the desire to surrender his virginity to my giant dick.
I drink the fresh water that flows in the valley between the twin globes as I shove my tongue in the moist rosebud that trembles in its deep sanctuary waiting to be plucked by Grossao.
To my surprise, the pink ring of flesh is not as tight as I should expect of a virgin boy. Enrique reads my mind and kneels astride the waterspout to show me his secret. He opens the full, fleshy glutes and places his asshole right on top of the stone nozzle from which jet gushes up.
The black stone is sculpted in the form of a large, thick phallus, its head a perfect helmet with a wide slit to let the jet out. Enrique wriggles his tail, screwing his asshole around the big stone dick. It's not as thick as Grossao, but still huge.
The boy slides down, and the wide black cylinder disappears between his gorgeous buttocks. He throws his head back, eyes fluttering, surrendering to the invasion of his young body by the massive stone priapus. This explains why, though technically a virgin, Enrique has a very loose and experienced asshole. God knows for how long he has been impaling himself on the ancient fountain.
"It's Moorish", he tells me after lifting his hips and freeing himself with a loud PLOP! from the giant stone dildo. "This fountain has been in our family for more than a thousand years. It was sculpted after the giant penis of the Black Caliph of Cordoba. He was the lover of my ancestor, the Christian knight Pelayo. But the Caliph's younger brother fell in love with Pelayo and, when he was refused, had Pelayo tortured and dismembered" .
"He became a martyr saint, Saint Pelagius, and the Spanish legend says that he was killed because he resisted the Caliph's sexual advances. But the truth is, Pelayo was the Black Caliphs' lover. He died because he didn't betray his lover. Is his grief, the Black Caliph gave the stone phallus to Pelayo's family and it has been with us since then, passed from father to son".
"Through the stone we enter in communion with the spirit of the Black Caliph. Each time one of Pelayo's descendants impales himself on the stone, it comes alive and in that way the beautiful Christian youth and his powerful Moorish lover are again joined. Look, here, how the wonderful stone column is worn around its girth... You can see that hundreds of my ancestors used it in the same way, deep up their butts... My father introduced me to the family secret when I was 13."
Enrique holds Grossao in his hands and slides my humongous dick between his smooth thighs.
"Men are crazy for my butt. But I always tell them that I have to follow the family tradition and save my rosebud for a cock that is bigger than the stone dick. Yes, we believe that one day the Black Caliph will return to fuck us. Because of that, all my ancestors have died without ever discovering the pleasure of shoving a real flesh-and-blood cock up their butts. But I knew that one day you would come to me, Black Caliph, and here you are. Take me!"
Enrique frees my cock and turns around. He slides Grossao back between his strong legs. My upturned cock crushes the boy's balls and lifts his own hard cock, standing up against the smooth hard belly. Enrique looks lovingly at Grossao's huge head and drools on it, rubbing his spit on the throbbing glans, mixing it with my sticky precum.
I lift the young man's body by his strong buttocks. Grossao's head slides down until it finds the hollow space between the plump butt cheeks. My white fawn wraps his muscular arms back, around my neck, places his feet on my knees and circles his sweet tail, rubbing the fleshy ring around the hard flange of my dick's wide helmet.
The jet from the fountain enfolds our joined bodies in water, as Grossao slowly penetrates this altar of male love that no man has ever violated. There is a delicious moment of resistance, for my cock is thicker than the stone cylinder that has prepared his anus for my invasion. Suddenly the young flesh yields and Grossao's black, glistening head slides majestically up the open gates of Enrique's virgin tunnel.
The boy moans sweetly, surrendering mind as well as body to the fierce conqueror of his youth's flower. He turns his handsome head back and looks into my eyes with awe and gratitude.
"Oh my God, you're so huge! So good!"
The walls of the gallery all around the patio have tall mirrors strategically placed to reflect the fountain in the middle. They show the young man's strong legs, narrow waist, washboard abs and broad chest, his hard cock up in a sharp angle, as he struggles to impale himself on my dick.
The mirrors on the other side show my powerful black body holding up the young white ephebe, his gorgeous buttocks opened wide by the massive girth of my ultra thick cock. As I start to fuck him slowly, I see in each mirror my dick and his butt in a different stage of penetration.
Deep in the bliss of surrendering his body to Grossao, Enrique looks at his image in the same mirrors in which he saw himself growing up and, since his early teens, discovering the pleasures of anal sex when he started to mount the stone phallus. Now the cool patio that is the center of this strange family's life is witness to Enrique's rebirth as Grossao's new pussy boy.
I've fucked thousands of men and boys all over the world and I've been especially lucky in this trip to Spain, with a new exquisite male pussy to fuck almost every day. But Enrique is special. Not only his body and face are awesome, but there's a perfect fit between my dick and his fuck hole. Not too tight, though I'm his first fucker, not too loose, though he's been impaling himself for years on the bulky stone pillar. Just perfect.
I don't give a shit for all this crap about Pelayo and the Black Caliph. I just want to fuck Enrique. I grab the sweet boy's hips and pull him back, burying my dick to the hilt in his welcoming ass. Enrique bounces on my lap, tilts his hips forward and slams them back, banging his own pussy with my ramrod.
"How I've dreamed of this! A real flesh-and-blood dick, throbbing inside my butt. I love my fountain-dildo but there's nothing like your hot, living, fucking Grossao. Fuck me! Fuck my hungry young pussy!"
"You like that dick, young man? You're going to love it even more when it starts flooding you with its male seed. That's something your stone cock never gave you..."
"Yeah, but you should feel how great it is to be filled by its jet of fresh water. Why don't you try?"
The boy reads my mind. I'm dying to have my own taste of his stone toy. With Enrique sitting on my lap, impaled on Grossao, I slowly crouch over the waterspout. I feel the big squirting head opening my well-used rosebud as I slide my loose ring down the wide stone shaft. Incredibly, it seems to come alive in my butt, and to grow even bigger. Damn! Is it really the Caliph's dick coming back to life in my hot fuckhole, or am I hallucinating?
I look in the mirrors to see Enrique's faithful dildo disappear between my strong black buns. The feeling is intense, both from the thick cylinder stretching my flesh and from the water jet flooding my insides. When the fat head hits my prostate, I start to cum in the boy's receptive chute, flooding him in my turn with hot male juice.
Enrique's dick responds by gushing violently, as high as the water jet climbed before I impaled myself on the fountain. The boy's sex foam showers over our heads, as we grunt and moan in our joint orgasm. I have the weird sensation that the jets in my bowels, from the stone dick, suddenly become hotter and thicker. As if the Black Caliph was cumming in my butt!
I stand up, disgorging the stone dick with a loud PLOP! and climb down the fountain still carrying Enrique's limp body impaled on Grossao. I want to fuck him in his bed. He shows me the stairs and I go up, carrying him in my arms, with Grossao getting hard again inside the white boy's heavenly butt.
3 Upstairs, we go into a very large room, lit by torches on the walls. There are 12 paintings all around, with tall curtains between them. Enrique, sitting on my lap with his legs wrapped around my waist, moaning every time I shove Grossao up his sweet ass, tells me it's the Passion of Saint Pelagius.
"The first paintings show Pelayo as a young Christian knight, fighting the Moors. He is captured in battle by the Black Caliph. Here you see Pelayo brought as a prisoner to the Caliph's tent. They're alone. The Moor falls in love, dazzled by the white youth's beauty. Pelayo is seduced by the Caliphs masculinity and his awesome, huge black dick. They become lovers and every night the ruler of Cordoba surrenders his giant weapon to the young Christian's heavenly buttocks. The court's poets sing their pure love in Arabic and Hebrew poems".
"But the Caliph has an evil brother, Nasir, mad with lust for Pelayo. My ancestor refuses Nasir's advances, scorns him, and the revenge is terrible. Nasir kidnaps Pelayo, puts him to torture and dismembers his beautiful body. When the Black Caliph discovers his brother's crime he slays Nasir. In his grief, the Black Caliph abandons Cordoba and disappears in the North African desert. But before he goes, he has a copy of his dick made in black stone and gives it to Pelayo's male relatives, promising that if they and their descendants worship the phalus up their butts, one day he, the Black Caliph, will return and then Pelayo will be reborn".
I ask him why the last painting is covered.
"That has never been revealed. It can only be seen after the return of the Black Caliph".
Suddenly, the curtains are drawn and from behind them 12 tall, imposing men step forward, dressed like medieval knights, with chain mail armor. There's a high mirrror behind each of them and I can see that their strong white butts are naked!
I recognize Enrique's father and his other relatives that I saw earlier in the park. They all have the same aristocratic, haughty profile. Some are older, some younger. Enrique's uncles and cousins, I guess.
Enrique raises his body from my lap, disgorging Grossao from his ass -- PLOP! -- and jumps down on the floor, joining his dad. The men are in a circle around me, all of them staring at my hard erect dick, now free from its prison inside the young man's hot butt. The 12 knights fall on their knees, joined by Enrique.
"You have returned!", proclaims the father. "The Black Caliph! Master, bless us with your powerful sword! We are the Knights of San Pelayo and the Black Caliph!"
The father approaches and kneels in front of me. I take my cue from the painting of the Black Caliph's return, where a big nigger like me puts his huge cock on a kneeling knight's shoulder. I do the same, touching Enrique's dad on each side of his handsome head.
Then the manly knight takes Grossao in his hands, as if holding a precious, holy staff, opens his mouth wide and shoves the giant head in. The other men chant some ancient incantation in their deep voices, urging him on. The brave warrior takes Grossao down his gullet like a man. No gagging. No tears. With his nose buried in my pubes, he looks at me like one looks at his God.
Then he disgorges Grossao -- you know the sound -- stands up, turns around, bends over, opens his bare buttocks, that look gorgeous, tightly hugged in the chain mail suit, and starts to impale himself on my dick.
I have again the incredible sensation I had with his son, the resistance of a well-trained but still technically virgin pussy, against a dick that is thicker than the stone dildo he has been taking up his butt for so long. He grunts a little, wags his tail to screw my dick in his hole, and finally humps back with the huge shaft fully buried in his ass.
"Oh my God, Black Caliph, you're so huge! Over the centuries my ancestors' fuck holes wore down the stone around its girth, so now it's considerably thinner than your penis, Master. But with a little prayer and a lot of faith I got the whole thing in me. Oh, Master, you're so good. Fuck me!"
Well, he didn't have to ask. Excited by the whole setup, with the other knights and his own son egging us on, while they wait for their turn to be fucked by Grossao, I just let myself go and fuck the bejesus out of this strong, handsome Spaniard's ass.
I don't know about black caliphs and white ephebes, but this guy, just like his son, sure has a fucking hot male pussy. Not too tight, not too loose, just what the doctor ordered. Grossao has a ball, playing the hula hoop with the big guy's fuck ring. Before he can say Amen, I baptize his virgin hole with a gallon of blessed male milk.
PLOP! he goes off and another, older guy takes his place. His hair is gray but the butt is as hard and sumptuous as Enrique's and his dad's. As I fuck him, he tells me that he firmly believed that I, the Black Caliph, would return in his generation. The stone dildo is getting thinner every year, he explains, and soon it would have become just a cheap rip-off of the original. Thank God, he says, in his lifetime his anus is being blessed with the knowledge of the real Black Caliph's giant dick.
One after the other, I fuck every male in Enrique's family, dousing them with Grossao's endless effluvia of male lava. Finally, when every uncle and cousin is sated, I can have my sweet youngster back, for I have reserved for the smooth, strong pillows of his beatific butt a colossal blast of cum.
I pull all stops, loose all restraints, as I shove Grossao deep and hard in Enrique's welcoming fuck chute. Unlike his grunting, masculine relatives, the boy lets his slutty nature take over. He howls like a cat in heat, squeals like a pig under the knife, neighs lilke a well fucked horse. He may be a saint in heaven, but here on earth I turn Pelayo into my own bitch.
When Enrique starts cumming his relatives are already knelling around him, their open mouths waiting for the bounty. As they slurp the thick white globs and fight for more, I feel my own tidewave swelling up through my overworked balls and rushing along the wide shaft held tight in the boy's anus, exploding as big balls of white fire in the core of his hot male body.
"Now we have communed with our ancestor San Pelayo and are allowed to unveil the last scene of his passion!"
They have a crazy look on their faces while the last paiinting is unveiled. Ooops! It shows the Black Moor's body cut to pieces and his huge black cock being eaten allive by Pelayo's descendants, as the saint rises from his tomb! Fucking no! I'm out of here...
I push Enrique away -- PLOP! -- and run for the door. Thank God it's unlocked. I run to the next room where a wide window is open and jump out, praying to land without a broken leg. I can't believe my eyes when I see myself landing on a bull. I'm in the bullring stables, right outside Enrique's house. And guess who's mounting the same bull, in front of me, with his buttocks open, waiting for my dick?
Jorge Alvarez grossao13@hotmail.com