Grossao Pornstar

By Jorge Grossao

Published on Nov 21, 2003

Gay

Grossao Pornstar / White Sails 1 by Jorge Alvarez

Grossao likes to base his films on true stories written by the guys he fucks. Here's one of his favorites, written by a German-Brazilian man called Alex.

WHITE SAILS 1

My name is Alex W. I'm an Olympic champion. I won a bronze medal rowing for East Germany in L.A. and a silver medal sailing in Seoul. Now I live in Brazil, where I got married and have a son. I work as a coach for young sailboat racers.

I'm 6'4, blond and still very muscular. I've always considered myself straight. Never felt any attraction to other men.

Then the other day one of the guys in the sailing club where I work, a Brazilian named Jorge, brings this friend of his as a guest. A big black guy. "This is my friend Grossao", he says. Funny name... In Portuguese it can mean someone who is gross. But this guy seems so refined... "He lives in Europe where he's a movie star", Jorge says. A movie star! What kind of movies? I never saw him...

Grossao goes out sailing (he's good!) and I seat with Jorge for a couple of beers. "Look, Alex, I'll be honest with you. Grossao is a pornstar. A gay pornstar! And he's a top. The greatest of them all. He fucks guys with his huge, thick 13-inch dick. That's why he's called Grossao".

"Wow! And how have you met this gay pornstar?"

"He's from here, from Rio, but I met him in a bar in Amsterdam, where he works. One thing led to the other and... he fucked me!"

"He fucked you?! But Jorge, I thought you were straight! What about you're wife and kids?!"

"Oh come on Alex, don't be so German... You know how we Brazilians are... I can be a good husband and father and have a little fun on the side... And you know what? He's amazing! I never had better sex. You should try..."

"Jorge, I won't hit you right now just because I hate scandals. But you're warned: another word about this fucking gay thing and I'll beat the shit out of you!"

"Relax, man! Anyway, I'm leaving for a week on a business trip and Grossao will be staying in my guest house and sailing here all the time. So be nice to him, OK?"

I'm fuming. How can Jorge let this nigger fuck him and, what's worse, bring him here, among our families, our kids! I'm going to watch this Grossao very closely.

He comes back with the sailboat late in the afternoon. I'm alone, washing the sails. I help him haul the boat in and he helps me with the sails. I try no to think about what Jorge has told me. I try to be nice. But I can't help checking him out.

Grossao has only a very tight short on. His incredibly muscular black body glistens with sweat, sea salt and the water from the hoses we use to wash the sails. At 6'8 he towers over me. As I bend to turn a sail over I'm concious of his eyes burning my backside. He's checking out my butt! How dare him?!

I adjust my own short. I want to look good. My butt is strong and manly. I want to show him that I'm not a sissy, like Jorge. Fuck! My dick is growing! I have a raging hard on! I can't let him see it. I grab a sail, hold it close to the waist and turn around.

The fucking nigger is smiling at me. I blush, I'm deeply embarassed. I look down and there it is! The wet short is glued to his hard dick, outlining the huge cylinder that extends from his groin all the way to the washboard abs. The big, round head is about to find its way up through the fabric, out in the open. I can already see the black tip, with its wide, moist slit. I stare in awe and lick my dry lips. He chuckles. Fuck, I've been staring at his dick for God knows how long!

I turn around, my back to him. My face must be purple. I'm shaking. I take a deep breath and try to open the sail and throw it over the railing, to wash it. He comes closer to help me. His massive arm touches mine, holding the sail up. I feel his powerful thigh grazing my butt. I'm speechless, breathless. I freeze.

We both use our hoses to drench the sail with fresh water. My heart is pounding. I can't think. I can only feel his hot, wet body against my back. His smooth, taut skin sliding against mine. A bump... Something hard and big hit my side and is sliding under my right buttock. Slowly. He's moving to the left. I reach to the right, to hold the sail up. He's now smack behind me. The huge, solid bulk of his dick is now planted right between my buttocks, pressing down on the cleft. What am I doing? This can't be!

I try to turn around to hit him but he holds me by the waist. His grip is so strong I can't move. He lifts me off the ground! My feet are kicking the air. He hugs my waist with his right arm. With the left hand, he yanks my short down. Than he frees his dick. I feel the giant, hot piece of man meat sliding between my thighs.

The huge rod goes right under me and emerges in front. I look down and almost faint at the sight. The thick black cobra is under my own hard dick, lifting it up. The ebony helmet rises past the head of my cock and stares at me with its glistening eye. I feel like a little bird hypnotized by a giant python. Helpless.

"Please, don't hurt me!"

I don't recognize my own voice. I sound like a quivering boy, not a grown man. I'm under his power. I'm his toy. He laughs.

"It'll only hurt if you resist me. Just relax, Alex, breath, surrender your gorgeous body, and you're going to love it, just like every guy I fuck. Jorge told you. And I saw you checking me out. You know you want it. Now just let go..."

Yes. It feels good to be in his powerful arms. It's a strange, new sensation. It's true, I'm curious about his dick. How can a man take a monster like that in his ass? Will I be able to? Won't it hurt like hell? I can't think straight. He's kissing my back, my neck, my ears, he sticks his tongue everywhere, he pinches my hard nipples and plays with my dick. He's making me horny for him, wildly so.

Grossao lifts me higher. I help him, hoisting myself up with my arms reaching back, wrapped around his bull neck. He places my legs around his waist, feet solidly planted on his strong buttocks for support. He spits on his large hands. One wets his dick, the other lubes my hole.

A thick, wet finger breaches my virgin rosebud. It's a burning sensation, hot! Then I feel a second finger going in. Then another and another. He's carving me a pussy. All the way, munching on my ears. I moan and groan. I want to be fucked by this giant male animal.

He positions the wide head at the right spot, deep in my crack. He thrusts his hips up, I hump back and down on the huge dick. Nothing happens. I'm too tight. But I want him so bad now. I breath, as he told me to do. I surrender my body. The ring pops open! He's in!

The pain shoots through my body like fireworks. Not too bad... I see lights, balls of fire... I'm squealing like a pig. I'm a pig. A slut. On a spit. His big spit of a dick. Fuck me! Pierce me!

He's like a madman, all his will and fantastic strength concentrated on fucking me. He pulls me by the hips yanking me back on his pole and the whole thing just plunges in with a vengeance. I yell. I'm fucked. He pushes me forward and back again, this time deeper and harder.

He's plowing my no longer virgin furrow. Cleaving away at my flesh, whacking his way through my battered butt, digging a wide, roomy home for his colossal penis. I help him as best I can, rocking my hips, wagging my tail, dancing on his dick like I had always been his bitch.

"You want me to cum in your pussy, blondie?"

"Yes! Please! Shoot your cum in my pussy!"

"I will, but I want something in return. Will you give me that"?

"Yes! Yes! For your cum I'll give you whatever you want! What is it?"

"Your son! I want to fuck your baby boy!"

"But he's only 13!"

"I know, I've seen him... He's gorgeous like his dad, and I want him".

"Please, don't hurt him!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"No! But he's so little... My baby..."

"You're going to bring him here tomorrow evening and leave him with me. Then you'll hide there and watch as I bust his virgin butthole..."

"Oh Grossao, you're so bad.... I mean, so good... Now, please, cum in me!"

And he comes like a geyser, gushing his hot male lava deep in my body, as I come with him, showering the sails with my own cum. We fall down on the soft pile of white sails and he fucks me again, this time lying on top of me. All through the night he fucks me from all sides in all crazy ways, and for each time that he comes, I have to promise him another boy, among my many sailing pupils. This is going to be a busy week!

Jorge Alvarez grossao13@hotmail.com

Next: Chapter 2: White Sails 2


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