32 Hank McGraw's Story

Hank McGraw's Story
An E&I Biography
Copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009


April 2002


The woman kneeling before Hank had aged well. At 50, she was beautiful,
classy and graceful. Aki had long, straight hair, half black and half
gray. Wrinkles around her eyes were the only other sign of age. Her
figure was better then most women twenty years younger. She was short,
with a waist so thin only Asian women seemed to possess them. Her
breasts, while small, looked oversized on her small frame.

Aki was 100% Japanese and 100% American. Both grandparents had met in a
Japanese internment camp where they arranged the marriage of their two
teen children. Aki grew up an all American girl in California.

The only feature not beautiful on her face at the moment were her eyes
staring cross-eyed down Hank's foot long cock. "Impressed?"

"I had no idea there were dicks this big," she said touching it for the
first time. Hank's white cock turned an angry red as it swelled with
blood. Aki had played around a bit in the seventies and Hank's dick was
twice as big as any she'd ever seen and probably seven inches longer
then her husband's. Sadly, it was also a lot harder then her husband's
had gotten in many years. His neglect was what had driven her to her
knees before this hard bodied stud in his mid thirties.

Hank shifted so that his fat cock head brushed her lips. Aki hesitated a
second, then her tongue flickered out, licking the tip.

Hank watched her hesitation turn to lust as she started licking every
inch of his cock. Soon she was bobbing her head over it, trying to cram
as much as she could down her throat. Hank started unbuttoning his shirt
while she sucked him. His chest was as hard as his cock, rippling with
muscles. As she sucked him off, he thought back to the strange
circumstances that had brought him here.

**************

1980

Ten year old Henry McGraw looked up at his dad pouring vinegar into the
pill bottle. "Quick Henry, the cap."

Henry popped the cap on. Back then it just pressed on, there was none of
the child proof twist caps you see now. The vinegar reacted with the
baking soda sitting in the bottle. "Wow!" said Hank, as the cap flew up
into the air.

"That's called a chemical reaction, Henry."

After that, Chemistry became an obsession with the young boy. He made
his own aspirin with a chemistry kit, as well as gunpowder and his own
model rocket engines. Hank’s teen years were troubled thanks to some
homemade bombs and a few destroyed mailboxes as well as plumbing systems
which led to his probation. He did straighten up and attend college or so his parents thought.

1990

Hank looked out at the idiots he was teaching trying hard not to sneer
at their uncomprehending stupidity. The students stared at the complex
diagrams of chemical formulas and shook their heads, though half weren't
paying any attention at all. "Just write it down and tell me what the
formula creates in a term paper by the next class," he said.

"Only the professor can assign homework, Hanky" yelled someone from the
back of the class.

Hanks face turned red as some of the morons laughed at him. His mind was
the only thing that made him stand out. Appearance wise, he was a skinny
weakling whose beard and shaggy hair would of fit in better in 1970.
They called him Hanky because he was always sniffling and blowing his
nose. He hated them all though he lusted after the young women. Being a
20 year old virgin at a party school surrounded by hot coeds could drive
a man insane. Their skirts and tight tops showing just a hint of midriff
drove him crazy, though none measured up to Professor Chambers' wife.  

Hank wanted her like he had never wanted anything else in his life. He
rented a room from the professor. The couple had taken Hank in because
the professor recognized Hank's genius. Hank sneaked glances at Mrs.
Chambers as often as he could. He'd poked a hole in her bedroom shade
watching jealously as the hot, young woman rode the old professor on the
bed. The tease knew he liked her too. Especially considering that he
turned into a stammering idiot whenever she was around. Everything he
knew about women he'd learned from porn and every night he waited for her to come on to him. Hank could wait no longer. Tonight, while the Chambers’ slept he would take her.

Hank entered the chem lab and froze as he saw Professor Chambers
standing before Hank's equipment. Hank saw movement out of the corner of
his eye and saw two school security guards moving to intercept him.
"What the fuck?"

Professor Chambers bowed his head as the men grabbed Hank's arms.
"You're the most brilliant student I ever had Hank. Why, why did you do
this?"

"To fuck that hot, trophy wife of yours, old man," shouted Hank losing
his temper. "Your old dick can't keep that bitch happy. Get your fucking
hands off me." Hank struggled as the men tightened their grips.

Chambers picked up the pills that would shortly become known as the date
rape drug. "Your actions make me regret convincing the Dean not to call
the police, Mr. McGraw. You are expelled of course, the reasons will be
published and your parents notified. Get him off campus gentlemen."

Hank kicked and screamed in fury as he was hauled out of the room.

*****************

Aki gulped, almost choking as her mouth filled with sperm. She'd given a
few blow jobs in her day, but none the last thirty years or so. None of
her boyfriends and certainly not her husband ever came in such amounts.
She didn't think thirty years of her husband's sperm added up to the
load Hank had just blown, but then Hank's balls matched his large cock.
Even more surprising was the fact that his dick hadn't shrunk all that
much.

"Ready to find out what a real man's cock feels like in your pussy?" he
asked.

"We probably shouldn't," stated the neglected housewife, though her
pussy quivered with the thought.

"It's now or never. I'm leaving town tomorrow. You look like you could
use a good fucking."

Aki hadn't had a good fucking in twenty years. "Promise you won't tell
my husband."

"I promise."

Soon, Aki was staring at Hank's incredible, firm, young body as he held
her legs open and guided his huge cock towards her already soaked pussy.
She gasped as it entered her. "Oh dear god it's big."

***************

Hank shuffled down the sidewalk staring blindly at the cement as he
nervously fingered the last ten dollars he owned. Two years after he'd
been expelled, he found himself homeless, friendless, family-less, broke, and wandering the streets of New York. He hadn't been able to raise this months rent and everything he owned was in a backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Lookin for some blow, whitey?" The black man stepped out of an alley
blocking Hank's progress. The black was dark skinned, big and ugly. A
cigarette dangled out of his lip.

"No thanks," said Hank, as another black teen stepped out behind him. "I
just want to be left alone."

"Got any money on ya?" said the ugly one, throwing his cigarette down.

"No." Hank was grabbed from behind and the ugly one sent a fist into
Hank's stomach.

Hank doubled over as the one holding him let go and rifled through his
things. "Man Tyrone, crackers got nuthin, but ten fuckin dollars."

"Why shouldn't I kills ya, whitey?" asked Tyrone, the ugly one.

"Maybe, I can help you?"

***************

Aki writhed on the bed like a bitch in heat as Hank's superior cock
brought her off a second time. Soon it was a third time and a fourth
time. "Like this cock, dontcha bitch?" asked Hank.

"I love it. Fuck me. Harder. Don't ever stop fucking me."

Aki was laying on a table while Hank stood, holding her legs apart. He
watched his giant cock sliding into her tight pussy for awhile before
letting his eyes roam up to her belly and jiggling breasts. He increased
his pace grinning as her moans grew louder. Her pussy was clamping down
around his cock, milking him of his big load, but he wasn't ready yet.
He held off making sure she came several more times before flooding her
pussy with another large load of sperm.

**************

"Why you helpin me, cracker? asked Snake Jackson, the Jackals leader.

"I hate the fucking man as much as you Mr. Jackson." Hank proudly
surveyed his creation.

"Stupid ass cracker. I don't hate the fucking man. I just wants to takes
his money." Snake had the shakes, his whole body trembled and he was
sweating profusely.

Hank found Snake a rather loathsome individual and tried not to look at
him too long. Instead he looked out at his drug lab and the nude black
women turning the cocaine into crack. "I can set these labs up all over
Manhattan, sir. They will increase your output 50%."

"Good. There just one more thing, cracker." Snake lit a crack pipe and
took a hit. "I needs to make sure you stays loyal." Hank suddenly found
his arms pinned by Tyrone as Snake brought the crack pipe up to Hank's
lips until Hank was forced to inhale.

****************

Hank had finally gotten laid, having his pick of any of a number of
skanky black bitches. Tyrone Jones was Snake's right hand man and chief
pimp for the Jackals. Recently, Tyrone was often in the company of one
of the biggest black men Hank had ever seen. Sam was a muscular giant
with long dreadlocks and Tyrone seemed to defer to Sam even though
Tyrone was second only to Snake.

The whores tended to get used up pretty quick out on the street and
ended up working in Hank's drug labs. They were usually pretty nasty,
but Hank found he enjoyed sex and closed his eyes pretending the whore
he was fucking was Mrs. Chambers.

One day Hank was horny and headed to his lab for a hit and a whore.
There was one white girl in the bunch, a runaway, who had been used up
by the gang. The black men liked to fuck her and Hank wasn't allowed to
touch her. When he arrived at his lab, Sam and Tyrone were escorting the
white girl off somewhere to fuck. One of the black whores was holding
her hands about a foot apart and all the whores looked animated.

As Tyrone passed Hank, the white man stared. Tyrone had really pumped
up. The black brute had been big to begin with, but now he was as big as
Sam and his presence seemed more commanding, more dominant.
 
****************

Snake pushed his crotch into the whores face. "Suck it bitch." The gang
leader stepped back, his limp little penis dangling useless. "Worthless
bitch. How the fuck we gonna make any money, ifs you don't know how to
sucks dick."

Hank knew it was the drugs that kept Snake's penis limp. He'd been with
the Jackals five years now and his dick too was starting to have
problems getting erect. The sex was good, but the crack was better.

The whore was cringing as Snake raised his hand to beat her, while Hank,
Tyrone, and some of the other girls watched too used to the violence to
care anymore. "Stops it," said a grossly fat black behemoth stepping
through the door, closely followed by Sam.

"Your time has come, Snake," said Sam. "I'm taking over now."

"Fucking nigga," growled Snake zipping his pants up. "I'll cuts off that
big dick o'yours and shoves it down your throat till you chokes to
death. Tyrone, stops that black mutha fucka."

Instead, Tyrone wrapped his arm around Snake's neck from behind. Snake
struggled with fear and the crotch of his pants turned wet as his
bladder emptied. Snake's cheeks and eyes bulged out over Tyrone's
muscular arm. The black man went limp and the others dragged him out.

Hank found out later that Snake was discovered by police in a van near
Brooklyn. The van was filled with enough crack to put Snake away
forever. The former gang leader also had so much drugs in his system, he
spent ten months in a coma before waking to stand trial.

****************

Aki buried her head in the bed and pulled her ass cheeks apart with her
hands. "I don't know about this, Hank," she said, scared his big cock
would rip her ass open.

"Trust me," he said pushing one Vaseline covered finger into her
ass hole and moving it around. She gasped as a second finger joined the
first. She relaxed her body after a few minutes and he knew she had
become used to the anal invader. His other hand was busily stroking his
cock, coating it with more Vaseline. He brought his dick up to her anus and placed the golf ball sized head against her tight, puckered rosebud. He pushed down and the head forced it's way in.

"Oh crap that's big," said Aki, her body naturally trying to pull away
from the invader. Hank grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his
cock. She was so tight, his steel hard shaft actually seemed to bend a
bit before moving deeper into her ass. "Too big, feels good though," she
moaned, through clenched teeth.

Hank had a theory that an enhanced cock was always painful the first few
times or so, pussy or ass, but that the pheromones his body gave off
affected the brain's pleasure centers to the point where they loved it.
He'd also noticed cases of pheromone addiction among the enhanced’s
sluts. He'd even had one woman sleep with her head on his thigh so she
could smell his crotch all night. These women would gladly service any
enhanced cock they came across.

Hank pushed it deeper and deeper until he couldn't cram any more in. He
was impressed though, it looked like she'd taken nearly ten inches. he
began working his cock around and within a few minutes, she was starting
to raise her ass up to meet his thrusts. "Oh god, oh god. Fuck my ass
Hank. Give it to me. Fuck it. Harder baby."

Hank gave it to her. When she collapsed with exhaustion, he wrapped one
strong arm around her waist to keep her ass where he could fuck it.
Eventually, he shot another huge load of sperm into her bowels and
withdrew his cock.

****************

Henry's hands were shaking as he lit the pipe. The door burst open and
Sam, the fat man, and Tyrone entered the room. Hank noticed the black
women all staring at the three in awe. "I'm the new leader of Jackson's
Jackals," stated Sam.

The fat man came up behind Hank. "Kneels before Boss Sam," he growled.

Hank yielded as the fat man pushed him down to his knees. Boss Sam
stepped closer, unbuttoning his pants. "Jesus, not that. Please not
that." Sam was a bigger monster then Snake. Hank cringed as Sam reached
in his pants. The massive slab of meat Sam pulled from his underwear was
too big to be real. Hank was a man of science, he remembered the
statistic. Less then 1% of the population had a penis over eight inches.
Sam's was rapidly hardening into a foot long monstrosity. Several of the
crack whores gasped as they saw it.

Sam stopped moving forwards once his cock's head was inches from Hank's
lips. Hank watched the head bob under his nose, swaying hypnotically.
"Tyrone tells me you’re the genius who put these labs all together," said Sam.

"Yes, sir." Hank could smell the big cock's power and it called to him
almost as much as the crack did. Without thinking, Hank wrapped his lips
around the tip and let his tongue flicker around it's hard beauty.

Sam yanked his cock out of Hank's mouth. "Bull," he addressed the fat
man, "go get that big titted white whore to finish what Mr. McGraw here
started."

"I'll finish you," wheezed Hank, ashamed of himself for wanting the big
black cock so much.

"Go get yourself cleaned up Mr. McGraw and meet me at the Italian place
across the street." Sam placed his hands in the white girl’s hair as she began sucking him off.

Hank waited at the table for Sam and when the huge black man showed up,
he had a big satisfied grin and was wearing a suit, looking more
respectable. Sam sat down and they opened their menus. Hank fought a
strong desire to crawl under the table and suck on the black cock some
more. Snake had seemed jealous of Sam and Hank now knew why.

"Are you a fag, Mr. McGraw?" asked Sam, after a big Italian guy had taken their orders.

"No, sir."

"Then why did you suck on my cock?"

"I don't know, sir." Hank felt strange in this man's presence. Despite
shoving his cock in Hank's face, this was the first gang member to show
him any respect. Hank suddenly realized he wanted to serve this man.

"My name is Solomon, but around the gang call me Boss Sam."

"Yes sir, er Solomon."

"Ever hear of pheromones, Mr McGraw?"

"Of course. Chemical substances produced by animals serving as a
stimulus to other individuals of the same species for one or more
behavioral responses."

"Impressive. You do know your stuff. My cock gives off pheromones."

Hank couldn't help snorting in disbelief. "Granted, humans are pheromone
producing animals, but..."

"Hear me out Mr. McGraw. If my cock doesn't give them off, then why did
you, a heterosexual male, want to suck it? In fact, my entire body gives
them off to a lesser extent. Even now you see me as a natural leader,
someone you wish to follow and to serve." Solomon paused while Hank
nodded in agreement. "Well, I want you to serve me Mr. McGraw. I aim to
change the world and you're going to help me."

"What's in it for me?"

Solomon removed two syringes from his pocket and pushed them across the
table. "My last two," he said.

"More drugs?"

"Actually, it's called the xserum and I need you to duplicate it for me.
How big is your penis, Mr. McGraw?"

Hank felt embarrassed but told the black man. "Six and a half I guess."

"How'd you like it to be a foot long? How'd you like women to turn into
sluts begging you to fuck them with your big cock. How'd you like a body
rippling with muscles. How'd you like to get powerful erections five or
more times a day, to last five times longer then normal, to cum a
hundred times as much as you do now with an intensity more addictive
then the crack you smoke everyday? How would you like your addiction
cured?"

Hank was staring at the black man. "Sure, I guess. If that were
possible."

"How'd you like to live forever? You see Mr. McGraw, I'm an
experiment..."

Hank listened raptly as Solomon told him how old he really was, about
Vietnam, homelessness, addiction, and then the Gilgamesh Project. Hank
had heard how scientists had expected the genome project to help
humanity achieve immortality, but he'd no idea the research was that
close. Solomon told him about Bull and about roaming the country
aimlessly seducing endless married white women. Solomon didn't hate
whites, but he hated white society and their institutions. But Hank
hated them too. He hated how the kids treated him, how women laughed at
him, how his family had abandoned him after the college scandal, and he
hated how no one appreciated his genius. Except Solomon.

"Duplicate the xserum, Hank. That's what one shot is for. The other shot
is for you."

A week later Hank no longer craved crack for the first time in years.
Plus, his dick was an inch bigger. He measured it a seven and a half
inches and it seemed a bit thicker. It was also very hard and he
couldn't even bend it. He made one of the whores take care of it for
him. Hank gripped his chair tightly as the sperm welled up through his
balls and cock completely filling the whores mouth until some dribbled
down her lips. "Not bad white boy," she said. "Biggest dick I ever
seen."

And she'd seen a lot, Hank guessed. She was old, fat, and ugly. None of
the "enhanced" black men had bothered with her. Hank dismissed her and
went back to analyzing the xserum. So far, he'd only detected large
amounts of steroids.

At two weeks, Hank shaved his beard and got a crew cut as well as bought
some new clothes to fit his muscular body. Nude, he now resembled
someone who worked out regularly and his cock was still just over seven
inches...soft.

Hank got laid that night and fell in love. He went trolling in a crowded
bar wondering if his new look would get him any attention. Several women
hit on him and seemed interested, but they were drunk and Hank scored
with a nice secretary for some firm in the city. She was awed and
intimidated by his nine inch cock, but she handled it easily enough.
Hank had never given a woman an orgasm before and Mary had four writhing
beneath him. He decided he liked giving them such pleasure and when he
came it was the best orgasm of his life. Mary was so grateful, she gave
him the first blow job of her life and after some initial hesitation
attacked his cock. Hank wanted this night to last forever and almost
asked Mary to marry him then and there.

Hank dumped Mary two days later when he fucked another woman. He
couldn't help it. She flirted with him while taking his order at a
restaurant. He flirted back and his dick got hard. It seemed his brain
was now subservient to the needs of his dick. He felt driven to fill her
body with seed, to fill as many women as he could. He fucked her in her
apartment after she got off work two hours later.

A month after taking the xserum, Hank's cock quit growing. Everything
Solomon had promised him was true. His cock was now a foot long and Hank
had trouble keeping his hands off it. He tested his semen. The sperm
count was unusually high and his ejaculate was enough to fill four Dixie
cups with semen. When he could keep from playing with his dick, he
studied the xxserum.

Five months after, Solomon gave him the two syringes, Hank duplicated
the formula. "Well," said Solomon waiting impatiently.

"I did it. There is one problem though. The last substance that gave me
so much trouble is Carbonite."

"And?"

"And it's one of the rarest substances on the planet. One mine, just one
vein of Carbonite in the world in Tanzania. Making the xserum would be
incredibly expensive. Boss Sam, I'd say over a million a shot."

"Damn! It will take a long time then. But time is something we have
plenty of Mr. McGraw. Make me three shots, Hank. Snake left me a good
sum of money. And keep in mind Mr. McGraw, if the dose ain’t right, Bull
here is the result."

The obese sidekick nodded his head at Hank. Hank hadn't asked, but once
Bull took his cock out to show them and he guessed the monster was
eighteen inches long. Bull said he could fill a two liter soda bottle in
just two orgasms, but the man would never experience the pleasure of
vaginal penetration ever.

After testing his three shots of xserum, on some loyal gang members and
finding it a success except for an accident with a dumb brute named Mustafa who flinched at the last minute and had the needle go straight into his left testicle. Solomon had a meeting with Hank in January of
1998. The black man had shaved his dreadlocks, his entire head even and
now sported a devilish goatee. "I've disbanded the Jackals, Hank, except
for a core few. I'm getting out of the drug business. See that the
whores get help. Can you convert the drug labs to produce xserum."

"Easily, but the cost?"

"I expect my business ventures to start paying off quickly. From now on
we'll be engaging a better class of prostitute, thousand dollar escorts.
We need to find fresh young talent and Tyrone has some ideas about
getting into pornography. There are other ways to raise revenues."
Solomon dropped a file on the table and a picture fell out showing a
white women with a black man. The name on the file was Allison Dunleavy.
The mayor of New York City's wife. The woman was worth a fortune and she
wouldn't want those pictures to get out.

Hank grinned at his boss. "Lets get started."

****************

"Hank, you came back," cried Aki.

"I'm on my way to the airport."

"But I want to fuck you again."

"Maybe we have time for a quicky."

Aki was still sore from the incredible fucking he'd given her yesterday,
but she quickly lowered herself over Hank's 12" cock as he sat in her
husband's recliner. "My husband came home last night and I couldn't even
move off the bed. He slept on the couch thinking I had the flu. Oh god
I'm gonna cum again." Hank held her waist while she thrashed in orgasm.

Hank filled her pussy for the last time and stood dressing. "Take me
with you," she begged crying. "I need your big dick."

"I've arranged for some big cocks to take care of you."

"What do you mean?"

Hank opened her front door and two giant black men strolled in. "This is
J.C. and Spalding. They'll keep your pussy satisfied. It's easier to
find blacks with big cocks then white men."

"Hank, I only want you. I can't sleep with bl... strangers."

"You'll enjoy them fine," he said. Aki was already on her knees staring
at J.C.'s eleven incher. "Trust me, the only thing better then one big
cock is two." As Hank left, she was stroking J.C., while leaning
forwards to take Spalding's cock in her mouth.

Solomon had been so impressed with the success of interracial mingling
and recruiting at Long Island University, that he wanted several
enhanced on each college campus in the country. The black men were two
such recruits. E&I was targeting blacks with promising athletic or
business oriented futures. Hank was happy with that since Solomon took a
perverse delight in enhancing thugs and excons. Hank hated wasting the
valuable shots on such men. Though, now he believed, that a much cheaper
synthetic version of Carbonite was not too far off.

Hank bumped into Aki's husband at her front door. "Can I help you young
man?" he asked.

"No Professor Chambers, you've done enough for me already."

"Do I know you?"

Chambers would not be able to associate the big, muscular man, with the
scraggly Hank that had boarded with him fifteen years ago. "No sir, you
don't know me. You'd better go check on your hot, trophy wife though."

The college professor stared at Hank for a moment sure he recognized
him. "Yes, I guess you're right," he shrugged. "Aki wasn't feeling well
yesterday. Have a fine day, young man."

"You too, professor." Hank watched Chambers enter his house where at
that moment Aki was on the floor experiencing double penetration for the
first time. Hank got in his rental car and drove off towards the
airport.

His vacation was over.

The End

Author’s Note: I liked the idea of writing biographies of several E&I characters, but other then Solomon’s and this one, I haven’t gotten around to it.