GROSSAO'S ELEVEN 1 by Jorge Alvarez
Maracana is the soccer stadium in Rio, the largest in the world with the capacity for 150K horny soccer fans. Today I'm escorting a group of celebrities, friends of David B., who came to have their first Maracana experience. It's a men-only tour, so they leave their wives and girlfriends at the hotel. I tell them that Maracana is too dangerous for women.
There's eleven of them, forming a team to face a Brazilian squad in what we call an "amistoso", a friendly soccer game. Some of the celebs are a little pissed off because of their uniforms. Why are they dressed in lavender, and what's worse, in a see-through fabric? And instead of jockstraps I provided them with Brazilian thongs, isn't that a little too... gay?
I explain that it's a tradition in Brazil for the guest team to wear those outfits (he he...) Gosh, they look gorgeous, their strong white buttocks showing underneath the soft fabric. My team of eleven celebrity beefcakes gives their coach (me!) a big hardon.
In the bus, David, who's always horny for a big black dick, come sit by my side and starts to fondle my cock and balls. He gets me hard, lowers my shorts and goes down on Grossao. His friends are surprised to see the manly, married and officially straight soccer star sucking cock in front of them.
"Don't worry chaps! There's no sin under the Equator... Grossao here is my old friend and he's perfectly safe. Be my guests! If you feel like it, come get a taste of the largest, thickest, studliest cock you'll ever see..."
Some of the guys just blush, others giggle, and two actually accept David's invitation and join us to take a closer look at my giant black dick. Hugh, the Aussie stud, and Ruppert, the British one, can't resist a really big fucker.
"Oh my God, David, how BIG is this thing? Excuse me honey, get your sloppy mouth out of the way. I have to taste this black lollipop. Mmmm. Tastes like pina colada, don't you think? Only stronger! Ruppert! Stop shoving me aside. There's enough cock for the three of us..."
I look at the three famous faces as they wrap their expert mouths around the borders of Grossao's huge black head. Indeed there's room for three and more... Handsome David slurps the precum leaking from the tip while Hugh and Ruppert lap down the shaft and go for my big hairy balls.
Colin is watching from his seat. He's seems to be straight but curious. And surely he's never seen a dick as big as Grossao. He has played gay and bisexual roles and I can see in his eyes a glimmer of desire for a really big black cock.
But the other guys are not happy. Lead by Andy, the tennis champ, they're taunting us. "Hey, sissies! Get out of our bus! This soccer tour is for men only, you bunch of cocksuckers!" His buddies, Brad, Justin, Jude, Enrique, Matt and Ben are all jeering the "queers". David, who invited them to the "soccer tour", just smiles, blinks at me at goes back to sucking my cock with the help of Ruppert and Hugh.
Suddenly, Grossao erupts, shooting a huge cum load that hits the ceiling and splashes on some of the guys' faces. David, Hugh and Ruppert lap avidly all the thick white cream they can get. I notice that Colin discreetly wipes a big glob from his manly, unshaven face and shoves a sticky finger in his mouth, to savor my bittersweet semen.
Our straight buddies are suddenly speechless. I guess they're having the first inkling of the trap they're about to fall in. Do they suspect that there are cameras all around the stadium ready to start shooting what's destined to become a classic porn movie, "Grossao's Eleven"?
The bus takes us into the stadium and we go straight to the field. My handsome pupils are overwhelmed when they see themselves surrounded by 150 thousand cheering, screaming fans. The crowd chants, jumps, waves banners and streamers, throws rolls of colored paper, explodes rockets and fireworks. It's a riot of color and loud noise.
As each visitor is announced, I'm glad none of them understands a word of Portuguese. The crowd chants "bunda gostosa" (sweet ass), "chupador de pica" (cocksucker), "come ele Grossao" (fuck him Grossao), and the dumb celebs just beam their stupid smiles, unaware of what's in store for them.
Before our "amistoso" there's a regular match between two popular teams from Rio, Flamengo and Vasco, so I take my pretty boys away to watch the game from the "geral", the pit surrounding the field. The place is jammed with black thugs, all of them horny for the visiting team.
David, Hugh and Ruppert, our queer trio, are immediately at home in a sea of big black dicks. They're grabbed by strong arms, stripped down, exposing their gorgeous white bodies, and impaled on a forest of thick hot spears.
The eight straight guys quickly see that they'll have to fight for their asses. Colin gives me his hangdog punk look and whispers: "Please coach, keep me safe. I don't want to be gangbanged. I'll do whatever you want, please!"
The other seven guys break up in two groups, surrounded by the aggressive crowd of black studs. Four of them, Andy, Brad, Matt and Ben, try to fight by keeping together, kicking and punching anyone who gets too close. They have a fighting chance of saving their assholes from being turned into pussies.
The other three, Enrique, Jude and Justin, run to a group of policemen to beg for protection. The cops are black studs with muscles bulging under their tight uniforms and are armed with big black clubs. They form a ring around the three threatened white hunks, who are in for a big surprise.
I tell Colin to come with me through a door that leads down into a private, dark room, away from the crowd. The poor guy is so frightened, he takes a time to get his breath back. I hug him from behind, whispering in his ear.
"It's OK, Colin, everything is OK now, you're safe. Just relax. God how fast your heart is pounding! It's OK baby, you're safe with Grossao..."
"Safe? What's this big hard thing I'm feeling pressing against my butt?"
"Oh, that's no big deal, you'll see. You're gonna be safe, baby..."
"What's that? Your hand slinding under my shorts? Caressing my ass? Please, don't do that! I'm so ashamed of my butt, it's so hairy!"
"We can arrange that. Have you heard about the Brazilian bikini wax? I can do it for you right here, I have everything at hand... Just lie down on that table and relax, Colin".
I remove Colin's shorts and jersey, marveling at his gorgeous, sinewy, tatooed body. He lies face down and I apply the wax strips to his hairy bubble butt, then I yank them pulling the hair off.
"Ouch! That hurts!"
"Just take it like a man, baby. Just relax and breath and you're gonna be OK, you'll see..."
After a while Colin's butt is as smooth and clean as a baby's. Mmmm. I'm so horny for him. I slide my thick rough fingers over the perfect curves of his full, round bottom, making him shiver. I blow softly on the pink, goose-pimpled skin, and open his thighs to place my face between the twin mounds, smelling the musky, sexy scent of his rosebud.
Colin lifts his hips, giving me better access to his most intimate place. I know that he wants it as much as I do. He wants to get fucked by Grossao. I slide my fat tongue along the now smooth spot between his balls and his tight asshole, and he trembles in anticipation for a good tongue fuck.
When the tip of my tongue touches the perfect pleats of Colin's rosebud, he melts like butter and opens up, taking me in. To my surprise, I find that he's not a virgin. A big dick has been here before!
"Have you been fucked, Colin?"
"Yes. I was a little boy in Dublin. I went to a Catholic school. They picked me to be the mascot of the soccer team. All big guys. And the coach, he was a black man from somewhere in Africa, Brother Komebunda. He was very nice, and he liked me a lot.
"One day Brother Komebunda told me to stay after the game. He wanted me to take a shower with him. We got naked under the shower and he told me to soap his big muscular legs. Then his thigs. Then his big hairy balls. And his huge black cock that hung like a horse's.
"All the time he said 'good boy, you're doing good, boy'. I felt proud that I was pleasing him. His cock got so hard and so big in my little hands, I couldn't hold it. It was hot and alive and wet. He grabbed my head and tried to shove his cock between my lips.
"It was just too big. I opened my mouth but there was no way that giant purple head could go past my tiny jaws. But my coach was hot and fierce, he needed to shove his big cock somewhere. So he told me to turn around and bend over.
"I felt his big hands opening my little buttocks. I looked back and saw him spitting on my bum, thick white foam dripping from his huge mouth. Then his finger found its way into my arse, and the pain made me wince. It was a burning sensation.
"Next he slid his big hard cock between my thighs, crushing my little balls. He hugged me by the waist and asked me if I wanted to open myself for him. I said Yes! Than Brother Komebunda placed the head of his cock between my tender buns and pushed.
"I saw this flash of light and something holy entered me. Something huge and full of life. Just like now I'm feeling you entering me, Grossao. Man, you're so big! Bigger than Brother Komebunda... Oh that feels so good... Give me more, shove the whole thing in, Grossao, come on man!
"Brother Komebund fucked me every day and he got all the team players to fuck me too. My little butt was always covered in cum. That's why it became so hairy I guess. I grew up and never had sex with men again, until I saw your huge black dick in the bus, and something clicked inside of me, this itch to be fucked, deep and hard. Fuck me Grossao!"
While I was screwing Colin's famous ass, the ceiling of the room opened up and the floor rose lifting us out under the sky, with the whole stadium around us. It was a platform used for midgame shows. We were now the midgame main attraction.
Big screens around Maracana showed in close-up my thick black cock pistoning in and out of Colin's strong white buttocks. He still had his eyes closed, not realizing where we were now.
"I see the light, it's all suddenly so clear! And I hear the thunder of the crowd, like a million horny black men all around urging me on. Fuck me Grossao, fuck me!"
Body mikes amplified Colin's voice for all the stadium to hear his sexy moans and shouts. The crowd was delirious, yelling "fode ele Grossao", fuck him!
Looking up I saw in other screens how the rest of my team was doing. The three fags, David, Ruppert and Hugh, were being tossed in the air by a huge mob of black studs. Each time they landed, their butts got impaled on new hard spears. They were in ecstasy, shooting cum out of their overfed buttholes.
In one corner, Jude, Justin and Enrique had been subdued by the gang of black cops. They had been shackled to a beam, stripped of their clothes and the cops were having fun shoving their big rubber clubs up the pretty guys' asses. They looked terrified but in their screams I could detect a tone of submission and pleasure. The trio was starting to enjoy the sex torture.
On the other side, Andy, Brad, Matt and Ben were still fighting bravely for their manhood. They were surrounded by a fierce army of black studs, but they stood their ground kicking the hell out of whoever dared to come close.
I yelled at the crowd, telling them to stop attacking the quartet of pretty white boys.
"You four, pick a champion. He'll fight with me, naked, mano a mano. If your champ beats me, you're all free. If I win you'll have to do as I say. OK?"
They were so outnumbered, there was no other chance. They picked Brad to fight me. I'm much taller and stronger, but he's very muscular and quick. It's going to be a good match. It's either my ass or his. And I'm horny as hell to fuck Brad's famous butt.
I throw Colin to the wolves -- a forest of big black dicks closes on top of the poor Irish boy -- and get ready to face Brad. His fabulous naked torso glistens with sweat. The golden skin and hair shine in the tropical sun. He looks like a Greek god, ready to meet his fate in the hands of the African emperor, Grossao.
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