NIGHT IN JAIL by Jorge Alvarez
Grossao's movies are based on true stories told by his fans. Here's one of my favorites:
I moved to Rio after marrying a Brazilian woman. Being an American dermatologist, I made quite a splash introducing botox to local socialites and celebrities, and quickly became a very successful doctor, living in Rio's most select neighborhood and enjoying the best that this wonderful city has to offer, to those who can afford it.
One night, after a botox party for telenovela actresses and actors, where I drank a little too much champagne, I'm arrested and booked for drunk driving. That's every rich white guy's worst nightmare, being forced to spend time in jail with dangerous criminals, especially in a foreign country where the vast majority is black and extremely poor.
In the first cell they put me, I share a small space with a young black guy, very handsome and well dressed, who tells me he's a soccer player. Drunk driving too. He tells me not to worry, he knows how tough it'll be for us, but he'll watch over me. Call your wife, he tells me, as soon as they give us access to a telephone, so she can post bail and get you released.
Hours go by and after being arraigned we're dumped in a huge cell with lots of strange looking fellows. Thank god, there's a phone and after what feels like an eternity in line I can finally call my wife. I get the answering machine and leave her an anxious message. I try her cell but it is not accepting collect calls.
I have to go back in line and keep trying, in vain. My pal, Luiz, jokes that my wife must be with "Ricardao", the name Brazilians use for a male lover. I pretend to find it funny. Now I'm really worried. What will happen if I have to spend the night in this place?
Don't worry, my new friend tells me. Let's work as a team, one covers the other's ass. We have to watch for the sheriff, that's how they call the guy who runs the place, usually the strongest, meanest son of a bitch, who's gonna try to rape you and turn you into his bitch. If you're respected by the sheriff, than you're safe.
Then the guards take us to the dorm, where we're going to spend the night. Bunk beds fill a hall as big as a hangar. Dozens of detainees file in, each given a small towel. While I wait for my turn, I feel a hot breath on the back of my neck and something hard touching my butt. I turn around and all I see is a wall of black muscles. Startled, I look up and I see, towering over me, a sneering black face.
-- Mmm, fresh white meat... You're a gringo, aren't you? Glad to meet you, I'm Grossao.
He extends me a huge paw where my hand, though large, gets lost. I feel all the blood drain from my body, and almost faint, when my eyes are pierced by his lusty stare and a chill goes down my spine to the tight eye of my frightened asshole.
-- Hi, I'm Dr. George. Yes, I'm an American. Glad to meet you.
I don't have to ask, I know immediately, by the way the other detainees look at him, that Grossao is the sheriff. This is his turf, his little kingdom where there's no bigger kahuna. Here he does as he pleases and you'd better behave.
-- A doctor, huh... Nice... You watch out doctor, with a sweet white ass like this you won't last long in jail...
He pats my butt, good and hard, all the while laughing out loud and bringing the house down. I've just lost whatever respect I could have wished for. I see the look of deep disappointment on my pal Luiz's face. I've failed my first test in jail.
Luiz picks the upper bed of a bunk and I take the one beneath. Then he goes to the shower and I wait for my turn. Grossao keeps walking around, overseeing his domains, scratching his crotch, showing off the huge bulge of his cock and balls. He looks like a big gorilla, hairy and incredibly strong, a mass of male power ready to spring up on you.
I used to crave guys like that. When I was younger, I had a few, or rather a lot of gay experiences, especially when I went to college in Atlanta. I used to go every night to gay bars and baths, and I've sucked more than my share of big black dicks, took an even larger number up the ass. But that's all in the past, since I decided to become staright and get a wife and a family. However, I'm far from a virgin, buttwise, and I feel that Grossao has sensed it. His gaydar is 100% accurate.
It's hard to keep my eyes away from his basket, and not only him but other guys are already noticing and snickering. I overhear someone saying that the gringo doctor is dying to become Grossao's bride for the night. I feel desperate, scared, hopeless.
Luiz comes back and it's my turn to get a shower. I take my little towel and walk to the end of the hall, where there's an open space with a few shower heads. I undress uneasily -- guys whistle and I hear someone shouting "nice ass!" -- and go under the cold water. As I soap myself, shivering, I turn around and see that Grossao is standing close, watching my butt and fondling his now very hard dick, hanging loose in his baggy pants.
-- You have a really sweet ass, doctor, best gringo butt I've ever seen... Ever took it up the ass, doc?
-- Please, sir, Mr. Grossao, give me a break... I'm not what you think I am.
-- Really? Then why is your dick getting hard? You're horny for Grossao, you need my big black dick up your ass, don't you, doc?
-- Excuse me, I'm out of here.
I leave the showers, indignant, trying to hide my nakedness with the skimpy towel. The whole hall laughs out loud, led by Grossao, as I mince my way, with wet feet on the slippery floor, back to my bunk.
-- Look guys, Grossao exclaims, the gringo blushes on his buttocks! He's gonna blush like that when I fuck him...
When I get there, I see a huge black thug lying on the lower bed. I look up at Luiz and he shrugs. What could I do, he says, I can't take him out of there. That's for watching each other's ass, I think to myself. I'm panicking now, shivering, almost naked, with no friends, alone, with nowhere to find a bed and hide under the sheets. All the bunks are taken.
I feel the now familiar hot breath on the back of my neck and turn around, shaking. He's there, of course, towering over me, smiling sweetly with his huge white teeth. Grossao, the sheriff.
-- Don't worry, sweetie. I'd be honored if you come share my bed with me. I'm just a no-good black thug from Rio, but I promise a top-notch gringo doctor like you a heavenly night, if you but accede to slip under my sheets...
Why is he suddenly so chilvarous and charming? Grossao bows deeply, showing me the way, and I feel like a king, or better, a queen, as he opens the way for me and I march to his bunk, amid the snickering of his fellow thugs. Grossao breaks my fantasy by slapping hard on my butt when we finally reach our destination. The towel falls and, as he said, I blush on my buttocks, while all the company laughs out loud. I'm doomed.
Suddenly it's lights out, utter darkness. I stumble, trying to find the bed, and reaching with my hands I find something solid to hold on to. Something hard and thick. Some kind of giant rod that throbs in my hands, so rough but covered with smooth skin... I slide my trembling hands along the wide pole and find on its end a huge knob, covered in something wet and sticky. Oh my god! It's Grossao's dick, of course...
His strong hands pull me in and I fall in the bed, my body cramped against his.
-- I know how hard you want that dick, doc. It's all yours now, nobody is watching, you can suck it, sit on it, get it up your ass like you've always wanted... I saw the lust in your eyes, you're a slut for big black dick, doc, and you've never had one as big as this one...
-- No! Please! I swear I'm no longer gay, I'm straight now, I have a wife and kids, I can't do this, no, please, Mr. Grossao, sir, don't rape me!
-- I'm not going to rape you bitch, I'm just about to give you the fuck of your life, and you stop whining and start sucking my dick, otherwise I'll give you to the other guys and you'll be gangbanged.
-- Do you promise me, that if I make love to you you're gonna protect me from the other thugs? Not that I see you as I thug, don't get me wrong, but the others, they look terrible, while you... Oh, what am I saying, I'm not gay anymore, I can't do it!
-- Once gay, baby, always gay. And once you taste black, you always go back, as they say. Now, stop this little scene, that's enough. Allow yourself a little fun, at least for this night, go back to your old ways, no harm done, your wife will never find out, nobody here will know, we'll both have a great time, and you'll be safe... Or...
-- OK, OK, I got it. But there's something else.
-- What now?
-- You're too big.
-- That's what they all say. And then they come back begging for more. When you were gay, you loved big cocks, didn't you?
-- Well... yeah. But none were half as big as yours.
-- How do you know? You haven't seen it yet.
-- I felt it in my hands. I'm feeling it now hard against my belly. Oh my god it's so huge. Stop it! What are you doing? You're sliding it between my thighs! I can feel it hard against my buttocks now... It's resting in the crack between my buns... I feel the head now, way up, nesting on the small of my back... Damn that feels so good...
-- You see, you love it, just let me make love to you, doc, and you'll be fine.
Sigh! What's a man to do when he sees himself facing Grossao? Feeling the black stud's giant cock throbbing against your body, eager to penetrate you? Sharing with him the awesome lust that glues two male bodies together?
Oh, how I've longed for a man like this, so hot and sweet, overpowering and tender... hard muscle and smooth skin, loving wet tongue and raging hard penis... his majesty the african god of male sex... powerful arms I can loose myself into, muscular legs mounting my submissive body... washboard belly pressing against the soft curves of my plump white ass... aiming the huge knob at my tiny teeny tight back entrance... rubbing the wet tip on the frisky borders of my closed rosebud...
They say that being fucked up the ass is like bike riding, you never forget it. Once you go back to it, it comes naturally. Must be true, 'cause as Grossao goes through the moves, getting his cock ready to fuck me, my asshole gets a mind of its own, my butt blossoms with convex and concave inviting valleys and round peaks, the lips of my pussy pucker up, my whole body goes limp in anticipation of the rough fuck.
When I lived in Atlanta, I've tasted the glory of being fucked by big black studs, football linebacks, heavy and thick, basketball stars, huge and slamdunking, street thugs, hard and unforgiving. But Grossao is all that and more.
He digs the foreplay that most guys skip, he turns you so horny you might cum right away, he makes you ride his dick before he shoves it up your ass, and when you think he's finally going to screw your butt, he spins your body around, sixty-nine style, and crushes your face under the awesome weight of his 13-inch dick.
Now, that's a monster cock. Not only long, but incredibly thick. Grossao means thick-as-hell in Portuguese. When you get something like that against your face, in the dark, you wonder, am I dreaming? Is this real? The overwhelming smell of the black male, some would say stench, sexy stench, wakes you up. It's more than real, it's a flesh-and-blood penis struggling to overcome all your defenses and become your master, your ruler, your owner. And it tastes so good...
I lap and kiss the tip of the huge knob, wondering how the hell am I going to open my mouth wide enough to suck it... Better not to think... I let myself go, just breath and relax, and my jaw magically opens up and lets the monster in. My tongue, crushed by the heavy invader, wriggles against the smooth shaft, licking and prodding, but the majestic cock is more interested in deep, thorough penetration. No more teasing. This is real, rough fuck.
As he proceeds down my gullet, smashing all tonsils and chords in its way, I feel his probing tongue searching between my buttcheeks, looking for the forbidden entrance, the hidden cave of lusty abomination, the gates of Sodom, the fiery chute of heaven and hell, a male anus ready to become a hungry, sexy pussy, a hot wide male cunt.
The black stud knows his way. He's good. He wakes up with his tongue memories of my gay days, when I was a little white boy looking for pleasure. An older black guy, a cab driver, who lived next door, invited me to take a ride in his car. He showed me his huge hard dick and asked if I wanted to get 10 bucks to suck him. That was my first black cock, delicious, addictive. Then he introduced me to his buddies, and soon I was making more money sucking cock and taking it up the ass then my dad ever made in his life.
I open my lips wide to welcome Grossao's colossal cock, god how I love to suck a big one... But even better is the sensation of his tongue in my fuckhole, probing deep, getting me aroused for the main act that's coming soon.
When I finally have the whole black cobra down my gullet, I press my face against his wiry pubes, head turning with the funky smell of the black male. I see stars all around me. But they're real! I finally realize that our bunk is surrounded by a wall of black faces, the white of their eyes and teeth glowing in the light of lit matches as they watch us, a forest of erect black cocks closing in for the kill. They laugh as they see me, the rich gringo doctor, with my lips wide open and more than a foot of hard black cock down my throat.
They laugh even more when I struggle to disgorge the giant piece, and when it emerges with a loud PLOP! Scared to death, I look at Grossao, who's smiling wickedly.
-- I thought you said you'd protect me from the other thu.. guys...
-- I lied.
Huge laugh form the crowd.
-- Please, don't do this to me. I'm married, I have two children. I'd do anything if you spare me...
-- Really? OK. Then I want you to give us a little show. Do you know how to do a samba?
-- A little, yes, I can try.
-- Then do the dance of the bottle for us. Get up, shake your butt. Good. Now, slowly lower your ass on my dick.
The dozens of thugs gathered all around the bunk improvise a samba band, clapping, whistling and chanting. I have no option but to do as Grossao tells me. That's my only hope of saving my ass from being gangbanged by this awful crowd.
I sway my hips as I've seen Brazilian girls and boys do, humping my ass back and forth, slowly lowering it over Grossao's erect monster. They do it on TV, even on kid's shows, with a bottle on the floor. While swinging the butt, they grab the neck of the bottle with their assholes. I'm supposed to do the same with Grossao's huge dickhead.
As I lower my ass I feel that his cock is too wide for my long-unused rosebud. I rub my smooth buttcheeks against the massive glans, already wet from his precum, but when I press down I feel that my ring is too tight for him to go through.
Grossao slaps my buttocks, hard and loud, shouting at me.
-- Come on, doc, you can do it! Move that ass, bitch, grab my big head with your pussy!
The crowd goes crazy, egging me on, begging Grossao to shove his cock up my cunt, but he wants me to do it, to impale myself on the huge black sword. I feel scared and at the same time I've never been so horny, so hot for a man. I need that big dick up my ass.
My male cunt wakes up from its long slumber, so many years without a cock, so empty of a good hard piece of manmeat, and suddenly my poor pussy gets a mind of its own, in its hunger for this huge black dick, it slams down on the giant, tears its tight ring open, swallows the whole thing and dives all the way taking the massive spear to the hilt, while I scream in triumph, I've done it!
The men cheer, the forest of black dicks around me grows bigger, harder and more menacing, but I want to show them how I conquer the biggest of them, Grossao's giant cock, and make it mine. I swing my hips up and the wide black shaft emerges from my ass, the big head popping out with a loud PLOP!
I tease the swollen knob with my ass lips, rub my smooth butt cheeks on the glistening head, and then mouth it back in, swallowing the monster dick whole in a single swoop down the long, thick rod. The crowd goes wild. I'm showing them that this gringo doc has more tricks up his sleeve then they imagine. I have the power of taming a big black stud like Grossao with the strength of my ass muscles.
I keep hopping up and down, faster and faster, as they clap in rythm, and Grossao is reduced to a grunting, groaning sex slave, as I mercilessly punish his giant cock with my commanding, unyielding, relentless, implacable white ass.
Grosso's grunting turn into a deep, pained howl, as I slam my ass down on him, crushing his balls with mine, bruising the mammoth penis with my anal vise, squeezing the throbbing head in my tightfisted ring, ruling his manhood with my superior, voracious, devouring butt!
I finally extract from him the seed of his loins, milk the last drop of his semen, drain him of his vital sap, filling my victory cup with the spoils of his defeated virility. Giddy with triumph I disgorge his spurting penis, jump out of the bed and face defiantly the crowd of thugs.
-- Who's next? Who wants to challenge my Yankee butt?
To my surprise, they all want to take a beating, they scramble and scuffle to be my next victim, but I see among them the face of my pal, Luiz, the handsome soccer player that I've met right after being arrested. He grabs my waist in his strong arms, hugs me tight and sticks his hot tongue in my mouth.
-- Damn, George, you're so hot! I've wanted to fuck you since we've met. Let's do it, man...
We fall on Grossao's bed and before I know it, Luiz is shoving his big dick up my ass, fucking me with passion. Suddenly, the strength of his thrusts is redoubled. I know it. Grossao has mounted Luiz and is feeding his own giant to the young man's butt.
After that I don't remember much. Luiz's cock was replaced by another, then another, then two cocks, maybe three at the same time, I don't know, I lost count. I sucked dozens of huge dicks, was fucked at least once by every thug in that jail, and in the morning I woke up in Grossao's arms, my body covered with caked cum.
Grossao took me to the showers, fucked once more my sore asshole, making me cum with him, and then I called home. This time my wife answered.
-- George! I was so worried. Yesterday I had a marathon session with my new personal trainer, Ricardao, so I wasn't home when you left that message about being in jail. I'm so sorry. How are you? Do you still want me to post bail?
-- No, I'm great, had a wonderful night. Met some really incredible guys here. I decided to stay. It's better to save the money. After all, the sentence for drunk driving will be just a few months, I guess. I'd rather spend time here. I'm in good company, don't worry, dear. And give my regards to Ricardao...