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.