My First Butt by Jorge Alvarez
1 Long before I came to the US, while I still lived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, my gay sex life started when I was only 17. Until then I thought of myself as straight, macho. In our culture being macho doesn't exclude fucking other men, but so far I had only fucked girls, older women, sluts actually. I lived in a favela, a shantytown on the hills overlooking Ipanema beach, and there were plenty of women available. I started fucking them at 15, when my cock reached its full 13 inches. I felt proud when girls went crazy about my XXL size, but also more than a little shy when my class mates teased me in the locker room. Though very poor, my parents had managed to put me in a Catholic school with a full scholarship. I was the only Black in my class and that hurt. The White kids shunned me for being Black, and now they treated me like some freak because of the long, thick hose hanging between my thighs.
In a woman, the part of the body that excited me most was the ass. That's pretty much true for most Brazilian men. "Bunda", our word for butt, is a national obsession. On the beach you see them exposed in their glorious nakedness, barely contained in the skimpiest thongs. Even in prime time TV soap operas the actresses bare their asses. Nobody cares much for tits. However, the thing is, Brazilian men have great butts too...
Actually it was while watching a Mardi Gras parade on TV that I first felt horny for a man's butt. Some famous young actor was perched on top of a float, almost naked in a jock strap. When he turned his ass to the camera, and they zoomed in, my jaw dropped. The fleshy, full, plump, muscular buns were dancing to the samba, flexing their powerful muscles. His white, tanned skin was covered in sweat. I had never felt so horny in my life. When the camera moved to the next float I ran to the bathroom and shot a big load. >From then on I started to steal glances at handsome guy's butts, at the beach, on the streets and of course in the school's locker room. I had to fight myself to control my erections when I showered with my White classmates after soccer practice. I started to dream of their luscious white melons. I was hooked for life.
I was in the last year of high school when this god of a man came into our classroom. Our new French teacher, Monsieur Coubon. He was shorter than me - after all I was by far the tallest student -- so he looked up wen we were introduced. I stood there like a dunce, staring at his beauty. I'd say he looked like the young Alain Delon, only I found Delon too pretty, somehow effeminate. Monsieur Coubon, dark-haired, blue-eyed, cool and refined, looked very manly to me. He was lean, athletic, but the feature that really got my attention was his butt: big, round, high, strong, the butt of a biker. It turns out that back in France Mr. Coubon had been a champion in the Tour de France. It showed.
I would sit dazed in French class, not following a single word, mesmerized by this Gallic monument of sexy flesh, its tempting curves revealed in Monsieur Coubon's tight pants. He liked to erase whatever he had written on the blackboard with vigorous strokes that made his butt shake in my face. My dick tented my shorts. I noticed I wasn't the only guy with a hardon, but mine was more... conspicuous. Boys and girls saw me and giggled. Monsieur Coubon stopped and turned to the class. He glanced at me and turned back to the board, now leaning forward to pick some chalk from the floor, thus drawing my eyes down into the dizzying abyss between his plump butt cheeks. After class I'd run to a stall in the closest restroom to beat my sore meat. I was a lost case.
2 One morning Monsieur Coubon gave us our French grades. I was stunned. I got a perfect 20/20 though I didn't know a single word of French besides merci and bonjour. I stayed after class to thank him. "Don't thank me, Jorge, you deserved it. I saw how hard...", he winked, "you worked..." He had an obvious lusty glint in his eye. I'd have blushed if my skin wasn't pitch black. I didn't know what to say. I looked down and, damn, there it was, my big dick tenting again. "Sorry monsieur, I have to go!" "No wait. You saw that you come to school on your bike, right? I do too. And I live halfway up the same hill where you live. Why don't we bike home together? I'll change into my biking clothes and meet you outside."
It was the first time I saw Monsieur in his biking outfit. Not much, actually: a skin tight bodysuit that ended above his thighs, so short it didn't cover a good part of his strong butt cheeks. Oh my God, I sprouted a new hardon... He glanced at it, grinned and mounted his bike. I followed, eyes locked on the object of my wildest sex fantasies, now obscenely displayed for me, tossing and turning on the narrow bike seat. It had never cost me so much effort to climb my street, especially after he stood up from his seat to pedal uphill. I veered right and left, almost crashing on the ground. His powerful buns flexed and heaved, exactly as I had dreamed. Only, in my dreams my big black dick was firmly planted inside them. Pedaling furiously behind him, I almost came in my shorts.
We got to his building and dismounted. "Let's chain our bikes here", he said. "You look tired, come upstairs with me to have some rest. What about a beer?" "Fine..." "My wife and son are away for the weekend, we're gonna have the apartment to ourselves". Wife and son? Monsieur was married! Well, these Frenchmen, always surprising you... In the elevator we were so close I could smell the wonderful manly scent in his wavy dark hair. He brushed the back of his hand against my raging hardon and left it there. As he lived on the 20th floor, he had plenty of time to slowly drag his hand from the base of my dick to the bulging head. "O mon Dieu, qu'il est grand!" I hadn't learned much French but I got his meaning. The door opened breaking our awkward moment.
At the door of his apartment he couldn't find his keyes. "Hold this for me", he said, handing me his gym bag while he searched some pocket in his sneakers. For that he had to bend down. Quite deliberately, he rested his full butt on my groin. In a flash I felt how soft and firm his flesh was. By now I was seriously shaking. He unlocked the door and took me by the hand. "Bienvenu, Jorge!" I followed him to the kitchen, he got me a beer from the fridge. "Go wait for me at the front window, Jorge. I'll be right back".
3 The view was spectacular. The sexy curve of Ipanema beach spread out, licked by gentle waves, framed by steep hills. On the left, the only eyesore, the shantytown where I lived, perched high on the mountain top, its crumbling huts clashing with all the beauty around. Monsieur Coubon joined me. He was naked now, his glorious body shining in the blinding sunlight. "It's hot in here, Jorge, let me help you out of your clothes". "Monsieur Coubon..." I started to plead. "Chut!", he put a finger on my lips. "My name is Jean-Georges. Call me Jojo..." "Jojo, I have a hardon!" "Of course dear. Isn't that why we're here?" He undressed me and stood by my side as we leaned on the window sill to take in the gorgeous view. "Where do you live, Jorge?" "Up there. You see the little blue window on the highest hut?" "So you see the beach from your bed?" "Yeah, I see the Twin Brothers from there". That's the double peak that graces the end of Ipanema beach far to the right. "Don't you think those hills look just like the big head of a black dick?", he asked. "Actually two dicks, embracing each other. I love that..." I blushed, inside.
To lean so far to the right Jojo had to tilt his ass so that now it was resting smack against my upright dick. "You like that, Jorge?", he teased. The question was quietly asked by his smooth flesh against my hot, burning manhood. And my dick exlaimed Yes!, standing up between his buns, lodged in his deep crack. No words were needed. He turned to me, standing on his toes as I bent my head to him. Our lips met. Then our tongues. I sucked in his delicious mouth into my thick, black lips. My hands went to his buns, cupping and palming the sexy globes, as our dicks crossed swords, mine towering over his. He got hold of my rod, unable to close his fingers around its giant girth.
My hands had found their way between his gorgeous buttocks and were now exploring his crack and the rosebud down at the bottom. Jojo read my mind and turned his back to me. He kept his grip on my dick as I knelt down to plunge my face in his butt. I bit his mellons, overwhelmed by so much abundance. Then I saw his ring. Rosy, hairless, with pretty pursed lips like a small pussy. I darted my tongue in and it opened, catching my tongue inside. Whereas the skin on his buns was a velvety peach, once past the narrow entrance my tongue found a tunnel as smooth as silk. In Portuguese we say "comer" for both eating and fucking. I wanted to eat his butt whole.
Jojo's pussy was wet and gooey, tasting like coconut. He said he had lubed himself with coconut oil as I waited. I tongue-fucked his welcoming anus, savoring my favorite flavor in what was to become my favorite fuck hole. I stood as he pulled me up by my dick. I had never fucked a man nor a butt before, I didn't know what to do. But Monsieur was a good teacher and he guided me with his hands to the right spot. Holding my dick as a joystick, he played with the large head, rubbing it slowly around his ring. I felt the tender flesh give in, his male cunt a hungry mouth eager to swallow my bulky black lollipop. His pussy's red lips opened up like a flower and suddenly gulped the head in. I felt for the first time the wonderful sensation of a tight, hot male anus wrapped around the head of my dick.
None of us moved. My dick and his pussy, of their own accord, dovetailed, sliding one against the other, my heavy, wide shaft homing into his loose, soft flesh. We, two men, equally strong and manly, complemented each other beautifully, a perfect match. He wasn't wily and tricky like the women I had fucked. He was level with me, man to man, straightforward, feet on the ground, with my happy dick planted deep, deep inside his gorgeous body.
I flexed my long manhood all the way into his chute. He respondend by squeezing his glutes hard, making me moan. It was all new for me. I wanted to keep this perfect moment forever without breaking its magic spell. I was afraid I'd hurt him if I moved my giant prong. But Jojo was an expert. He knew how to arch his ass just so that my dick slipped out, smoothly, only to stop when he clenched his strong butt muscles to catch the borders of the wide head. He thrusted back, landing on my groin, the head hitting bottom, deep in his incredibly warm body. I just stood there as he established a slow pace, longstroking his fuckhole on my hard, erect manrod.
My instincts kicked in and I matched his thrusts with my own blows. It was unlike anything I had experienced with a woman. He knew how to work his fucktube, so that he'd offer my dick at all time a tight tunnel which pulsed and twitched, sucking me in and milking my big fuck tool. "Oh my God you're so huge!" It was the first of so many times I would hear the phrase while I fucked a guy's ass. And it still sends a thrill up and down my spine. To feel that another male, just like me, is able to hold my oversized dick inside his butt and love it, that's the coolest thing. We both wallowed in my power and his submission, his willingness to break his own resistances, push the envelope, pull out all stops, so that I could tame his maleness and
turn his butthole into my pussy.
4 We were lost in our lust when we heard loud whistles coming from the high hill. Two black guys up in the slum had spotted us fucking by Jojo's window and were cheering us on. "Do you know those guys?", I asked. "Yeah, Tonho and Bira. I bring them here sometimes to fuck me when my family is out of town". "You slut!" I gave Jojo a mighty thrust up his ass that made him whimper. "I won't let you share this butt with anyone else, you hear me? >From now on I own it! And let's move out of here, I don't need any audience".
I was mad, as Jojo's butt disgorged my thick dick with a loud POP! I wanted to punish him. Jojo ran to the sofa, bouncing his slutty butt, and lied on his back, holding his legs up to expose his now wide open fuck hole. "Come on, my black stud! Fuck your little French bitch!" I jumped on him and plunged my weapon in his sheath in a single, savage shove. He yelled in pain, his eyes fluttering, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" Lightning struck me. I had a revelation. Hurting him, making him cry and beg for mercy, that was my thing. My big dick was my sword and I stabbed him, whacked at his helpless flesh, ripping his body apart, crushing him under my weight as my ramrod kept hitting his battered bottom.
Jojo took it like a samurai falling on his own sword. He'd give his life for the pleasure of feeling my dick split him in two. "Donne moi ta grosse bite! Branle de Dieu! Plonge ton epee dans ma chatte! O mon etalon noir, perce mon cul de ta belle queue!" Only later that night would Jojo write down the French words for me and teach me their meaning, as we sat at his desk, my dick buried again in his butt. Right now I just got the general drift from his hoarse, sexy growls. I was heady with the new sensation of becoming the master of this strong athlete, an older White guy, my French teacher whom I used to respect and fear, a married man and a loving father, a rich powerful foreigner, who had become a slut, a bitch, a mare in heat, a male pussy, a gaping cunt, to please his motherfucking black stud from the slums of Rio.
I learned to use my dick to control him, as a puppet on a stick. I'd linger with the head just outside his hole, its hungry lips trying to bite me, while I teased the poor thing. He'd plead and beg, but I just grazed the entrance without giving in. Then when he was tired of grasping and his pussy went out of breath, I'd catch him by surprise and plunge right in, making his eyes pop out ot his head. I slammed into him, distorting his face in terrible pain. Then I licked his tears while I spiraled my dick head around, just inside the mouth of his fuckhole, comforting him. Then another feint, another plunge, another piledriving slam dunk. I was driving him crazy.
Finally Jojo couldn't take any more. To my surprise, he started to cum without having touched his own dick. It was the pressure of my cock, deep inside his rectum, that was making him come. I drove him to a wild orgasm. His fuckhole went ballistic around my shaft. It was my turn to go off the charts. I felt it coming from deep within my balls. Jet after jet landed in his welcoming flesh. I had never come like this before. Our bodies shook, our mouths locked, we turned into one.
5 Right then a key clicked in the lock. "Honey, we're home! We decided to spend the rest of the weekend here with you, mon chou!" His wife and kid had come back earlier. There was no time to pull my dick from Monsieur Coubon's butt. The lights were turned on and Madame Coubon shrieked. "Sale tante! Sacre pede! How could you do this to us?" She covered the eyes of their boy so he wouldn't see the scene. But I noticed that the blond youngster peeked under his Mom's fingers to stare at the big black dick that had just emerged from the depths of Daddy's backside. He kept staring at me as she dragged him outside and slammed the door, never to return.
Jojo and I laughed hysterically at the scene. He felt relieved. Now he could finally be himself. He took me to the master bedroom and told me to lie on the king size bed. He went into a closet and came out in drag, dressed as a French whore in his wife's stuff, with a blond wig, a tight red corset and black stockings on his long, strong biker's legs. He sat on my dick, impaling himself, as he sang Edith Piaf's "Je ne regrette rien" and stripped for me. He galloped on my black stallion keeping on just the sexier items: the stockings and the makeup. To this day I have a thing for masculine men with red lipstick on.
We moved back to the living room. Now it was dark, there was no way the guys from the slum could see us. So we resumed our fuck by the window, under the cool breeze that blew from the sea. The moon rose above the white sands of Ipanema. Moonshine brushed softly against my lover's white flesh and glistened on my dark skin. We fucked and fucked until the sun came up, then went back to bed. I moved in with Jojo. His was the only pussy I fucked for three years, until I broke into my first virgin butt: his son's.