Soccer Tour in Africa/ Chuck by Jorge Alvarez
Chuck is a lanky 15 year-old red-head from Ohio. Here's his tale of how he is spending a few weeks in Nigeria, where the young team from BBSS, the Black Brazilian Soccer School, went for a series of soccer matches.
"I'm living with an African family in a village out of Lagos. There are only women in the house. Their men are away, working in oil rigs ooffshore. But there are plenty of men around in the village.
Every morning my African Mom sends me on my daily chores. I do the shopping for her on her bike.
First I stop at Mr. Pikadura's fruit stall. He's always very friendly.
"Hi little Fire Tail, how is my precious Yankee today?"
They call me Fire Tail for my red hair and also because I have a very cute behind which is always on fire, horny for big black dicks.
"Hi Mr. Pikadura, I'm fine thank you. I'm looking for a really big banana".
We have this little routine that goes like this: I pretend I'm looking for a banana. He stands behind this pile of fruit and tells me to go ahead and search. I work my little hands into the pile until I find his very hard, huge black dick.
"Oooooh, I found it! But it's so hard and so black... Can I taste it?"
"Yes little one, go ahead!"
The head is too big to fit into my mouth. So I have to work around it. I lick the avocado-shaped dome, sip the goo that flows from the tip, then lap all the way down his big banana, till I reach the hairy, coconut-sized balls.
Mr. Pikadura grabs my long red hair and pulls me up to him. He sits my freckled butt on the wide blunt head of his black cherry-buster. I always shudder. It's so big!
Then he lowers me down, inch by inch, until the whole ebony trunk is buried in my tight boy-pussy. I moan. He chuckles.
"Little Fire Tail loves Pikadura's big banana, huh?"
"Yessss...", I say in a daze. I'm overstuffed with too much fruit for my little basket.
When he makes me cum, hitting at my tender spot inside, he pulls out and sticks his dick in my face. I gulp and swallow his bittersweet white cream. It tastes like a tropical fruit cocktail.
He fills my whicker basket with all kinds of fruit and I leave with a pat on my bouncing butt.
Next is the butcher, Mr. Paunorabo. We also have our little number. I say I need a really thick sausage. He tells me to look for it. I search in his pile of cold cuts and there it is! His sausage is the thickest I've ever got... And so black!
The head is shaped like an ox heart, a throbbing, live animal. He places me on the meat counter, amid bloody carcasses and sharp knifes, opens my legs wide and stabs my tiny pussy with his black salami. I wail. It's too big. I love it.
My butcher fucks me hard and mean. He likes to make me beg for mercy. He has none. He tears into my tender white flesh with his black bludgeon. He cums deep inside me and his semen acts like a salve, healing my wounds.
I leave with a selection of prime cuts in my basket.
Then it's time to see Mr. Pirokao in his bike-repair shop. Not that my bike has any problems. It's just this little game we play.
I pretend to have a flat tire and ask for the air pump. It's somewhere around here, says Mr. Pirokao, why don't you find it.
I finally grab the very fat and hard shaft of his big black dick.
"I've found it! Ooooh! Such a thick, thumping pump!"
I work the pump's head into the tiny hole of my baloon tire. Slowly, it slides in. I have the whole tool inside my chamber. Now he can start to fill'er up!
"Please pump my tire full, Mr. Pirokao... Oh, it fills so good..."
"Little Fire Tail likes to have his balloon filled very taut, huh?"
"Yes, give it your maximum pressure, please..."
We fall over a pile of broken bikes as Mr. Pirokao's legs buckle when he starts to cum.
I leave with my cute bike and my sweet bum in perfect order.
It's time to go back home but my butt feels sore after so much fucking. I have to go see Mr. Tmetonoku, the truck driver. He always gives me a ride home at the end of my errands.
As usual. he asks me if I want to drive his truck. Yes! I sit on his lap and feel his tremendous dick already hard between my buns.
"Where's the gear shift?", I ask.
"You'll have to look for it, little Fire Tail".
I grab his hard shaft and pretend it's the gear shift. I lock it into my cushy behind. I call that "cruise control".
As we drive on the bumpy dirt road the truck buckles up and down and I gallop on his dick. I grip the wheel to raise my hips. He shoves up, buggering me with more and more speed.
When we get home my pussy is filled with another big load. Mr. Tmetonoku unloads my bike and basket from the back of the truck and goes away, grinning and waving.
Mom is always amazed. How come I can get all this produce and meat for free? And never have to pay to repair my bike or for a ride home? Well, I tell her, it's this fire that I have in my tail...