Black Brazilian Soccer Stud

By Jorge Grossao

Published on Feb 3, 2006

Gay

KING KONG by Jorge Alvarez

Dear Grossao, I was a perfectly straight man until I started reading your great stories. My favorites are the ones about big African dicks. I became really curious about those monsters. It happens that I'm the new American ambassador to an African francophone country. For security reasons I can't tell you which.

The president, General Komeku de Gringo, invites me to the independence day parade. I'm the only guest in his reviewing stand, a great honor. It's just the two of us and his pair of bodyguards. I have to confess that every time I meet a black man here I start to wonder how big his dick must be.

In the general's case, the basket in his crotch looks very impressive. As we sit side by side, waiting for the parade to begin, he scratches his balls, a common practice here. As a courtesy, I scratch my balls too. As I look at his crotch, he rearranges his penis, and it starts to get hard, a massive bulge clearly outlined in his well-cut trousers. I'm getting hard too. The bodyguards gigle. Am I making a fool of myself? I'm actually starting to drool, at the prospect of maybe going down on the president's cock. It'd be my first, as I haven't have the courage yet to come on to any of these African men.

"Are you enjoying my country, ambassador?"

"Oh yes, greatly. More than I expected..."

"I hear that your wife collect our ebony sculptures, she's very fond of them".

"Really? I wasn't aware of that".

"Take a look at these photographs".

The president hands me an envelope and out come gross pictures of my wife taking up the ass a series of huge black cocks. I almost faint. As a good diplomat, I pretend to be amused. But I keep staring at the humongous penises, especially one that is much bigger and thicker than the others.

"Ah, that's her favorite. King Kong. You seem to like it too. Don't you wonder who's behind that monster?"

I stare at the general, then at his crotch. Yes, it could be him. The bulge in his crotch has assumed colossal proportions.

"It doesn't look human to me, your excellency. Superhuman maybe... I'd really like to find out if it's real..."

The parade starts, we have to stand up. The president stands erect, right hand at attention, left hand unzipping his fly. I watch in awe. Out jumps King Kong himself, the cock I saw my wife taking up her ass in the photos. How could she? The massive ebony monster stands up, staring at me with its single eye, one big blob of precum filling the folds of skin around the tip.

With his eyes, the general motions for me to bend down. I crouch, hidden behing the stand, and find myself face to face with the world's eighth wonder. The blob of precum is about to roll down. I can't allow the presidential fluid to get lost. I open my mouth, stick my tongue out and, for the first time in my life, taste a male sex organ. Delicious.

I lap around the foreskin and the huge head jumps out of its folds, gaining another few inches, so now the monster cock extends to its full glory. How big is this thing? At least 20 inches. I try to wrap my hands around it but it's too thick. I go down on the head, trying to pull it down my gullet, but that's hopeless. How could my wife take the whole thing up her ass?

I look up at the general, who's saluting his troops, and he smiles at me.

"Drop your pants and bend over. I want you to experience what the ambassatrice had. King Kong up the ass".

I shudder at the thought. But I remember the very precise instructions that the secretary of state herself gave me: "We need his country's oil, so you have to please the president, do whatever it takes to be in his favor. He's a very imperious and demanding man, he can be very difficult, but all American ambassadors before you have managed to ingratiate themselves with him, and you have to find your way of doing it".

Well, what better service can I offer the president, than letting him shove his monster dick up my ass? Serving your country always entails some sacrifice. And I have to confess, I feel a terrible urge to surrender to the giant black stallion.

I wonder about lube and one of the bodyguards reads my mind. He offers me his big hardon, not as huge as the president - I recognize it from my wife's pictures. I manage to suck this one and milk it of a big cumload. What have I been missing all those years, never before having sucked a cock? I'm instantly addicted to the bittersweet taste of cum.

But this thick load I can't swallow. I need it as lube. So I shove the goo up my virgin asshole, greasing myself for King Kong. The president is stiff as a rod, saluting his troops, and so is his cock, saluting me. I turn my big buttocks to him, open them, show him my rosebud, and place the giant head between my smooth buttcheeks.

The general whistles, he seems to like my piece of tail. Prime American beef, he says. Football player's ass, I teel him. I used to play for Notre Dame, a QB. And now my well-developed glutei are going to be put to good use in the service of my country.

General Komeku turns slightly to the side, so his cock is now aligned with my hole. He pushes the head in, forcefully, and I see the stars. I yell in pain, which is drowned by the clash of the military band. I don't take it like a man, as they say. More like a real bitch, whimpering and wailing, and also begging for more. I love it.

What seemed impossible is taking place. The monster invades me, makes room for himself in my bowels, and even though it hurts like hell I'm enjoying him immensely. Definetely this should be included in our training for the foreign service, especially for American diplomats assigned to Africa. Maybe we could enlist the general to help us create a program and send him a corps of American young men as trainees. I'm sure he'd love that. Memo to self: new Africa Corps, suggest to State.

But suddenly I can't think straight anymore. The general is starting to get serious in his plowing of my no longer virgin ambassadorial ass. His bodyguards cradle me in their strong arms and rock me back and forth, so their boss just has to move his hips a little, but with great power, to feed the whole length of his monster into my new male cunt.

All the while, the president stands at attention saluting his troops. Nobody would imagine that at the same time he's fucking the American ambassador up the ass. Or maybe they know. After all it was reported in the papers that I'd be general Komeku's only guest at the parade. Now it dawns on me that the papers reported that I'd be paying my respects to "the Ramrod of Africa", "the King Kong of mankind". I thought that referred to the general himself, but now I see they had his cock in mind. And I'm the butt of the joke. I mean, my butt is.

The news also said that all my predecessors greatly enjoyed the honor of "being King Kong's guest", and they eagerly returned every year to the parade. So it's a tradition here for the American ambassador to take their ruler's monster dick up the ass during the parade! What an honor indeed. And I have to say, a great pleasure.

The bumping of his enormous dick head against my prostate is too much to stand. I start cumming in great burst of semen. My male pussy squeezes his cock and I feel the cum boiling in his nutsack. The first jet would have thrown me across the parade ground if the bodyguards weren't holding me in their arms. I feel literally drenched in cum, it spills through my mouth, my ears, my nose, coming from the giant cum fountain bursting inside me.

General Komeku pulls King Kong from deep in my ass with a loud PLOP! The morning breeze blows through my empty fuck tunnell. He tells me to stand up and salute. I'm covered in cum from head to toe but I have to follow his orders. As I stand, there's a roar coming from the crowd. The new American ambassador has been fucked. The national honor has been saved again.

To my susprise, every soldier and all the black studs in the audience have their thick hardons out, waving at me. I watch the forest of black dicks and my head goes dizzy. Will I have to take them all, now? But the general, seeing my confusion, pats my naked butt and talks to his bodyguards.

"Now you can take the ambassador home, he needs to recover before he comes back to my palace to his night session with King Kong. We have a lot of bilateral issues to discuss. Treat him well, boys, show him our hospitality in the name of our citizens. Since he can't have them all, you'll be representing our people. They're going to take good care of you, ambassador".

"Thank you so much, your excellency. And I really look forward to our tete-a-tete tonight... But one thing, general, I'm not taking my wife with me, she'll stay home. This is man-to-man business, don't you agree?"

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Next: Chapter 43: Grossao Fucks White Dude 1


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