CAPOEIRA SEX 1 by Jorge Alvarez
I read Grossao's stories and they always make me cum like crazy. I keep daydreaming about him and at night, in bed with my wife, I get rock hard when I close my eyes and I imagine that I'm with Grossao and that he's fucking my asshole. When she moans and tells me how big and thick I am, I imagine it's me telling him how huge his big black dick feels inside my hole. She thinks she's making me cum like mad, but it's actually him, my dream stud.
So I finally send Grossao an email with my picture, saying that I'd love to meet him. There's no answer and I resign myself to that. Then one day I open my inbox and there it is: a message from Jorge Grossao himself! With a picture of him! I almost came in my pants when I opened it. He looks even more gorgeous and manly than I imagined. But his cock, tall and thick, black as dark chocolate, looks even bigger than in my dreams...
He said that he was in New York for a few weeks, to give capoeira classes in a Brazilian gym. I had never heard of capoeira but I googled the word and learned that it's an African-Brazilian martial art, that looks like a dance and is a great workout. Grossao invited me to meet him for one of his capoeira classes.
That evening, I told my wife that I'd be working through the night in my office and I headed to the capoeira place. There were a lot of Black men there, dressed only in white pants. I immediately recognized him, taller and more muscular than the others. An awesome presence, with a natural majesty and grace.
"Hey! Are you Bill? Welcome to Grossao's capoeira! It's your first time? Get a pair of slacks and get ready, there's a locker room there".
When I came back to the exercise room, barefoot and bare-chested, I heard a collective gasp. I have to tell you that I'm a serious weight-lifter and I've even been on the cover of several men's magazines. My six-pack is legendary. I'm quite handsome too, a blond, All-American macho guy. I could feel that most of those black men got instant erections when they saw me. Including Grossao.
"Wow, Bill, you're a man's man! Come here with me in the center, I'm going to show you the basic movements".
I moved to the center and tried to follow, clumsily, Grossao's graceful moves. But it wasn't so hard, with the men clapping in rhythm and playing the berimbau, a strange one-string bass instrument, while they sang Brazilian songs.
Grossao showed me some neat tricks, like sweeping the leg around, way up, grazing my face. One inch closer and that kick would have knocked me out. I tried to do that and fell. But in another few minutes I was doing quite well.
Another pair of men replaced us in the middle and now I could see that what I had learned so far was just child's play. These guys spinned around like whirlwinds, their legs scissoring the air, in a synchronized dance that made my hairs stand on end. It looked as lethal as it was amazingly powerful and beautiful.
I was paired with other guys but, as the only beginner, they let me have it easy. Even so, after one hour I was drenched in sweat. I hadn't felt so excited and happy in a long time. I couldn't remember a better workout. Also, I was horny as hell.
During the capoeira practice I could admire upclose Grossao's perfect body. His awesome muscles, covered by the blackest, smoothest skin, glistening with sweat, moved with the unforced grace of an accomplished athlete. But what caught my eye above all else was the huge, promising volume in his groin, under the light white fabric of his cotton pants. I could guess and measure in my mind the fabulous size and power of his cock and balls. The object of my wettest dreams was here and I had only to reach with my hands to grab it.
But, having had no previous sexual experience at all with other men, I dind't know what to do. I just stared and drooled, and got rock hard, while my dream stud showed off his giant dick and gorgeous body.
I was still dumbstruck when the class suddenly ended and everybody left. I stayed alone with Grossao. I fell exhausted on the tatame floor and he sat by my side.
"Are you all right, Bill?"
"Yeah, I just need a little time to rest. It's harder than I expected. But I love it, it's great!"
"You did very well for your first time, especially for a white American. You have the swing in your hips, I like that. Do you want a massage? That will help you to recover quickly. Take off your pants".
I did what he told me and stretched out on my belly, wearing only a jockstrap. I was intensely aware of Grossao's eyes appraising my white ass. I have to confess thhat I consider my butt the best part of my anatomy -- even my wife tells me I have the greatest male ass she's ever seen.
Grossao stood up, removed his pants and I looked up at him. I would have fainted and fallen down on the floor if I weren't already there. He was stark naked, the huge cock up like a mast, a wicked smile on his handsome face. I just stared at his weapon, my jaw wide open, my eyes bulging, and a cold shiver ran down my spine.
"I must be crazy", I thought. "What am I doing here offering my ass to this black giant with a cock so big that he'll split me in half if he tries to stick that monster up my virgin butt..." I wanted to get up and flee, tell him that I'd made a mistake, that I'd changed my mind, but it was too late. Grossao was already sitting on my lower back, closing his massive thighs around my slim waist, and grabbing my shoulder muscles in his huge hands.
I tried to relax and he really helped with his expert handling of my sore, tight muscle knots. When he was done with my back he moved down, opening my legs and kneeling between them. I could see everything in the large mirror that covered the gym wall. My strong white body made a sexy contrast with his powerful black frame. I saw his hands working on my feet, my calves, up my thighs, and then I closed my eyes.
Grossao was now caressing my buttocks. He yanked my jockstrap off and I just sighed. I felt a deep need in me, to submit to this big, imposing man. Well, even if I wanted to fight him, I had no chance. He had me in his grip, and I decided I'd better let him do whatever he wanted. I only prayed it wouldn't hurt too much.
He fondled my glutes, long and hard, plunging his big fingers in my soft, welcoming flesh. He opened the crack, pulling the big white globes apart, and I felt the cool air caressing my asshole. I opened my eyes and saw in the mirror that Grossao had his face between my buns and he was blowing on my anus. It felt so good, so soft and sexy, I almost came.
He stuck one hand under me and caught my hard dick, pulling it back under my balls. With the other hand he caressed my butthole, rubbing his thick fingers around the ring. Then I felt his wet tongue lapping me, fighting my tight pussy, to get in. He pushed what felt like an inch of thick hard meat inside and I shivered. I felt so good, I started to believe that when he shoved his dick it would feel even better.
Grossao threw his sweaty body on top of mine, crushing me under his massive weight. I could barely breath, but I moaned like a bitch in heat, while he bit my neck and pulled my hair, biting my ears and trying to stick his tongue in my mouth. I let him do it. I felt so limp inside, so loose, but hungry too, hungry for his giant dick.
Grossao's huge club of a cock was now between my thighs, and the big head pressed against my belly, throbbing hot and wet, mixing its honey with my sweat. I felt his hard washboard belly crushing my buttocks, and his hands twisting my nipples, making my cringe with the sharp pain. He was mounting me like a bitch and I loved it.
Jorge Alvarez grossao13@hotmail.com