Soccer Tour in Africa/ Ricky-2 (final) by Jorge Alvarez
Ricky was ready to lose his virginity to General Mfodi, the Nigerian who had sponsored the tour of our teenage American soccer team to Africa. I had promised the general that all 12 boys were virgins, but of course all my players were sluts, since our soccer school is just a facade for a busy boy-brothel not far from New York City.
At least Ricky, the newcomer to the school, was still a virgin, though he was dying to take a big black dick up his ass, as he daily saw his teammates doing during his training period. I thought I would be safe from Mfodi's wrath if at least his boy still had an untouched cherry for him to bust.
Here's Ricky's report:
"I was taken to the general's compound on a beautiful Nigerian beach resort and told to wait for him there. He would be coming the next day to fuck me. All the men in the house had hardons when they saw me but they kept away. Just like everybody else in Lagos, they knew I was the general's property, to be fucked only by him.
As I had nothing to do, I strolled down the beach dressed only in my bikini swimsuit and saw a small island not too far from the shore, all covered with coconut trees. There was a rowboat on the sand, so I decided to visit the cute little island.
There, I moored the boat and walked to the other side, facing the ocean. To my surprise I was not alone on the island. A tall black man was perched high on a tree, picking coconuts. He hadn't seen me. I got closer to watch him.
He was a hunk! Still young, very muscular, the most attractive African man I had ever seen, especially for the huge bulge in his skimpy shorts. He was horny and so was I.
He came down the tree, saw me staring at him and said hello with a huge smile. I tried to hide my erection. He seemed proud of his. I coudn't take my eyes off his groin. His hidden dick seemed to be massive.
He didn't speak English and I couldn't understand his language, but through signs he asked if I knew how to climb a coconut tree. I didn't. Let me show you, he gestured. I got closer to his tree and he gave me a short rope to wrap around the trunk. He showed me how to hold to the rope and slide my hands up while pushing against the trunk with my feet.
He held my waist to help me. I felt his big hands sliding down to my butt, then grabbing my buns to push me up. I climbed a little higher, holding tight to the tree.
He came behind me. He hugged the tree with one strong arm while he helped me up with the other arm around my butt.
When we were almost on top I looked down and felt a vertigo. Not because of the height, but for the black male tree trunk pointing at me, shooting up from his groin. He had left his shorts down on the ground and was stark naked in all his African hunkiness.
I had seen huge black dicks before, when I followed my teammates in their buttfucking jobs, during my internship back in Lagos, but this was something else. He was in a class of his own.
His dick was as thick as the coconut tree trunk, as black and hard! The head was the size of a large coconut, round and shiny, staring at me with its single open eye, clear precum flowing down the bulky shaft.
As I was distracted by this scary vision the black man took advantage and lowered my bikini, discarding it on the ground below. The sight of my naked young white boy butt had a distinct effect on his weapon, which jumped to attention.
I tried to escape by climbing the tree, dumb boy that I am... There was no way out. He reached me, grinning widely, when I got up to the palm frond.
I grabbed the leaves in terror, while he caressed my buttocks in his big hands. I wanted to tell him that I was a virgin and my rosebud belonged to General Mfodi but somehow I couldn't find the words.
I was too much entranced by the feeling of his fingers entering my puckered hole, followed by his tongue, thick and lively, like a sexy beast with a mind of its own.
I looked up and saw two white clouds in the sky, round like my buns, being pierced by a long, dark, dick-shaped storm cloud, as the heavens enacted what was about to cum.
My attacker yanked a coconut from the tree, broke it with his strong hands and shared the sweet milk with me. Then he slid his huge buttfucker inside the shell and coated it with the white coconut goo that flowed from the fruit.
He was ready. I was not. I begged for mercy but he just laughed. He placed my back on the palm frond, knelt between my raised legs and told me to watch. I stared in terror at the wide log with which he was planning to break my cherry.
It seemed impossible. There was no way that mighty beam could find its way into my tiny pinhole. Or so I thought. With a roar, he aimed his gigantyic dick right on spot and, I don't know how, my flesh just gave in. The coconut lube worked its magic. The head went through.
I screamed in terrible pain but there was no one to hear me, just him. And my moans and cries only seemed to spur him on. It was now too late for General Mfodi. I had lost it. My boyhood days were behind me, my rosebud forever gone. I had a new male pussy with a huge black dick inside it. And though it hurt, I loved it.
My African conqueror felt that I was finally enjoying his monster. He pulled out, teasing me, rolling the big head around the stretched lips of my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him back in.
This time he plunged to the bottom with ease. I was amazed at how my newborn pussy welcomed the huge invader. He sucked my nipples and bit my small Adam's apple. He knew how to turn a white boy into his bitch.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!", I cried.
He didn't need a translation. With violent shoves he pistoned the giant male pole in and out of my gaping hole, shaking the top of the tree. With each shove another coconut fell on the ground with a loud thud.
He spun me around his post and now I was belly down, facing the ground, with him on top. I counted the waves gently breaking on the beach as he drove his black stake through my young white flesh in long, measured strokes.
I learned to clench my muscles to offer him a tighter ring. He thanked me by throwing his weight down so the head of his dick pushed an extra thick inch into my last untouched territory. That was too much for me. I came, our bodies glued by our sweat.
I looked back and saw that the involuntary contraction of my rectum around his manhood brought a huge smile to his face. I felt the hot gushes of his semen flowing deep inside me. The wonderful feeling of being bred by a man for the first time...
Carrying me by the waist he took me down, still impaled on his tree trunk of a dick. We jumped into the row boat that had brought me here. He sat me on his lap, facing him, while he rowed. With each backstroke he thrusted his hips forward, plunging his cock deep inside me. He rowed us out to the ocean until we came again.
Then he took me back to the compound. We parted, determined to see each other again. I wanted him to fuck me a lot more.
I went to bed and had sweet dreams of my African buttfucker. My new pussy was brimming with his hot cum. I scooped out some to taste it. It had a wonderful coconut flavor!
But how could I face General Mfodi, now that I was no longer a virgin boy?
I called Mr. Alvarez in Lagos to tell him what had happened. He was mad at me but we had to find a solution. He said he was coming to the compound right away, to teach me how to fake a virgin asshole.
Coach got there and showed me my pussy on the mirror.
"You see how the red lips are hanging out, wide open? That shows that you have been fucked by a very large dick. I would be really proud of you if it weren't for the virgin asshole I promised Mfodi. Now follow my instructions".
Coach pushed the pouting lips of my pussy in, with his big fingers, and told me to hold my breath and keep the ass ring clenched.
"Now look, the ring is folded up into its original pleats again. But it still looks a little askew, not a very convincing rosebud. Let's try again".
By opening and closing the wide borders of my pussy, coach taught me to control her shape and finally we got a pretty good imitation of a virgin boy's asshole. I was ready for General Mfodi.
The next day Mr. Alvarez went to greet the general when his caravan arrived from Lagos. I waited in the master bedroom. The sheets were white silk and the pillows goose down. I felt pampered like a de luxe whore.
Lying on my belly, I raised my bum to check it in the mirror. My rosebud was perfectly closed with all the little boyish pleats folded on themselves. I was ready to lose my fake virginity to one of the most powerful men in Africa.
Suddenly the lights went out. I was in utter darkness. I heard the door open and someone walked in. I felt his presence, his bulk, his breath, but I couldn't see him. I cowered on the bed not knowing what to expect or do.
"Shush, little white boy. Don't be afraid. Come here, let me feel you".
His huge paws grabbed my naked flesh, searching for the buttocks, trying to find the hole between them.
"Mmmm, are you really a virgin, white boy? No man ever stuck his hard dick up your little butt?"
"No sir, no one ever touched my little rosebud".
"A tight bud, huh? Very good. Let me feel it, open your buns".
A thick finger tried to break into my hole but I resisted, clenching the ring.
"Yes, that hole is really tight, little white boy, very tight. Let me taste it".
The general plunged his big head between my plump buttocks and I felt his tongue licking around my clenched ring. He tickled the circlet with the tip of his beefy tongue. I squeezed it inside the ringlet, making him chuckle.
"Playing games with me, huh?"
I froze. Had he discovered my butt hoax?
"I feel you're truly a virgin, trying to resist me. But stop playing that game of making yourself difficult. I'm going to break you in and turn you into my pussy boy. I paid Mr. Alvarez a huge sum for that. Understood?"
"Yes sir. Are you going to fuck me?"
"Yes son, but first I want to eat your pussy".
He dove back between my thighs, making me moan with his tongue job. The guy was really a pro. I wondered how many white boys had gone through this before me. Mr. Alvarez had told me that General Mfodi sponsored a school for white boys in London that regularly sent him choice specimens.
"General, sir, will it hurt?"
"Yes, boy, I won't lie to you. It will hurt a lot. But you'll like it, you'll see".
"Sir, is your dick very big?"
"Yes, it's... quite big".
"How big, sir?"
'Well, why don't you feel it?"
He took my young hands and brought them to his manhood. In total darkness, I touched a hard, rough surface. It felt alive, pulsing under my fingers. The unmistakable feeling of horny male meat. I slid my hands around and couldn't find the end of it.
I tried to close my hands around the shaft but couldn't. It was too thick. I had thought the dick of my coconut man was the largest in Africa, but this one seemed to be even bigger.
"Oh my God! It's huge!"
"That's what all the white boys say", he chuckled.
"It's gonna kill me!"
"That's the second thing they say. But they all survive and beg for more..."
He told me to suck his dick while he ate my pussy-to-be. Mr. Alvarez had told him that he had trained me as a cocksucker. I tried to swallow the gargantuan head but it was impossible.
I had to satisfy myself with licking and sucking around the wide borders of the dick head, under the sensitive spot where the head joined the shaft, all the while sipping his copious precum. It tasted wonderful like some tropical fruit.
The general was in heat by now, having opened my fake rosebud with many fingers. I could relax my ring a little, since he had stretched it wide to accommodate the giant girth of his buttfucker.
He sat me on top of him, my legs astride his chest. He sucked my hard nipples as he grabbed my hips and gyrated my butt, rubbing the chubby buns on the head of his dick.
He got my ring gooey with his precum, then reached across the bed to get something. It was lube that he smeared on my asshole and his cock.
I was resting my chest on top of his head as he bit and sucked my nipples. With a strong hold on my hips, he pushed me down, pressing the tip of his dick against my hole.
He pushed hard and the head went in. I yelled in pain. I had been fucked the day before by a similar monster but now all my previous effort to clench the ring had stiffened it.
I was a fake virgin but the pain from the penetration was the same as the first time I took it up the ass. I had to go through it all over again. But I knew that, in the end, the pain would go away and I would enjoy the ride.
General Mfodi wasn't in a rush. He was in his bedroom, his compound, the country he ruled as a behind-the-scenes mover and shaker. He had the right to enjoy every cent of the fortune he had paid to turn me into his pussy boy.
"So white boy? How do you like it?"
"It hurts! Terribly!"
"Breath, relax... Soon you're going to enjoy it. You can't imagine how good your tight pussy hole feels hugging my fucker inside you. I've never fucked such a sweet virgin white boy. I'll give you a little break".
He pulled me back up, freeing my butt hole from the heavy bulk of his dick. I tried to breath and relax. When he pushed me back down the head went in a lot easier.
"Yes, that's my boy! Learn to breath through your pussy and soon you'll be taking the whole thing like a good white boy bitch".
He was right. It wasn't long before the pain went away. He sensed the moment I started to enjoy the bulk of the invader filling my whole young body with hard male meat.
He knew when my resistance finally gave in and pushed me down hard, impaling me to the hilt with a final, colossal thrust. I moaned like a bitch. He laughed.
"Now l have you fucked. This pretty ass is mine. You'll never be an innocent white boy again. I've turned you into my bitch. Now sit and show daddy what you can do with your slutty butt, pussy boy".
I did as he told me. I sat on his lap and he spun me around, so he could slap my butt while I fucked myself on his huge pole. He pulled me up by the hips, until the head was out, just grazing the entrance, then released me and I fell, taking the whole monster in.
I got the idea and propped myself up on my feet, to hop up and down as he slapped me. I felt frisky and started to enjoy immensely my ride on the general's fantastic dick. I got the hang of it and was determined to make him cum by wanking his thick male trunk with my boy pussy.
I felt the first jet gushing up deep inside me as he clasped my waist and held me tight to his lap, triggering my own orgasm. His scalding cum warmed my young soul. I was falling in love with my protector.
The general was still hard inside me. He turned me around, jumped up between my legs and gave me another long fuck, this time kissing me while he worked his cock around my upgraded pussy. He came in long, leisurely spurts of hot semen.
"Now, little one, I'll turn on the lights and we'll see each other".
He clapped his hands and the room was filled with light. I looked at him in terror. He was the coconut man.
"What!? Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm General Mfodi, little bitch. You an Alvarez tried to deceive me. He'll get his due. But I love you too much to punish you. And anyway, I had your cherry, even though you betrayed me".
"Oh sir, forgive me! Try to see it this way: you had the opportunity of busting my cherry twice for the price of one!"
"You're a little trickster, my white pussy boy, but I forgive you. Now it's Alvarez turn to settle his account with me".
We took a shower, he fucked me again pressing my young body against the white tiles in the shower stall, and then we went to see the match between our visiting team of teenage soccer players from America and the local team.
The black soccer hunks won, of course. My white teammates were too preoccupied with the huge bulges in their adversaries' shorts to look at the soccer ball.
When the general went down to the soccer field, with me by his side, to give Mr. Alvarez the runner-up cup, he said to our black coach:
"You Brazilian son of a bitch. You've deceived me. Almost none of your boys was a virgin. I paid virgin prices for a bunch of boy sluts from America! And the only virgin, Ricky here, after he was fucked by me disguised as a coconut man, you had the brazenness to teach him how to fake a virgin asshole to fool me! For that, Alvarez, you'll pay."
Poor coach, he was mortified. He lowered his head and nodded. He'd take whatever punishment Mfodi had in store for him.
Every jaw in the stadium dropped when they saw the general's men bringing to the field a huge creature imprisoned in a net. As Mr. Alvarez stood on the grass, the beast was released. It was the Gorilla King, the one who had fucked my teammate Michel.
All eyes jumped from their sockets when they saw the size of the beast's male organ. It had been measured by Michel at 50 inches, but it loooked bigger than that, for it was amazingly thick.
The Gorilla King took a good look at Jorge Alvarez and his monster dick jumped up. The Brazilian hunk was not exactly his type, he was particular to white French sissies, but Jorge's strong, smooth black buns made the beast horny.
As the crowd of African males cheered on, Jorge was tied by the general's men to a post, his back to the gorilla. I saw a look of resignation on our coach's face. He knew he deserved this. If only he had the shaman's magic that had helped Michel get such a gigantic cock up his butt...
Right then a cloud of green dust swirled in the middle of the field. It was the Old Kong's essence of gorilla testicle that young Michel had blown from his place off the soccer field.
Both the gorilla and Jorge sniffed the magic stuff. It turned the primate hornier, but it helped our coach to withstand the terrible onslaught that we were now going to witness.
The Gorilla King beat his chest and growled in standard gorilla routine. He closed in behind the black coach's tied up body and opened the Brazlian's shining, powerful buns. The crowd went wild.
The gorilla hooked his hands under Jorge's strong thighs and hoisted him up. The huge dick found its way between the black man's buttocks. Jorge bellowed, shaking the forest around us. It surely hurt, but I detected a note of pleasure in his manly grunts.
The gorilla grinned at the audience that spurred him on. He pulled his majestic gorillahood out of our coach's battered hole to show it to the crowd, then plunged back in.
Jorge's face showed he was clearly enjoying the fuck. He humped his butt back to meet the gorilla's thrusts. He wrapped his legs around the beast's waist to pull him in.
The crowd was now thumping and cheering, wild with lust. Black men jumped the fences and invaded the field to chase the visiting white boys.
Soon the whole American teeange team was being gang-banged by hundreds of horny black men, huge black cocks shoving savagely into sweet boyish butts.
I saw in my lover the General's face that he was pleased at how our coach's punishment had turned into a wild African male orgy. I sat on his lap and let my pussy slide down on his incredibly thick manhood. Our soccer tour was cumming to an end, but I decided to stay in Africa with my Mfodi.
The End
Jorge Alvarez