GROSSAO'S CREATIVE WRITING by Jorge Alvarez
I get an email from a guy called Dave. "Dear Grossao. I'm a graduate student at Columbia. I'd like to interview you for a paper I'm working on, about your stories, for my creative writing doctorate thesis".
We meet at his place, a small studio close to the main campus. Dave is tall, blond, green eyes, very handsome, shy, in a rich-kid kind of way, with a Midwestern accent. Firm, round butt, very fuckable.
"Thank you for helping me Mr. Alvarez, I really appreciate. But first I want to tell you something: I'm straight and engaged to be married to my high-school sweetheart. My interest in your stories has nothing to do with gay sex. It's the creativity I want to talk about. I hope that's not a problem..."
"Not at all, I love straight guys, as you know from my stories. Have you read all of them?"
"Yes, more than once. I have them all mapped with a software that my professor developed, to find patterns, that sort of thing. They're fascinating. Where do you find your inspiration?"
"In boys like you... Just kidding. They're all true, of course".
"Really? I thought you made all that up, I mean, how could those things be true... Isn't it all from your fabulous imagination?"
"Maybe some embellishments here and there, but no, it all happened just like that. To me or to my readers. As you may have noticed many stories are letters sent to me, that I reproduce almost verbatim".
"Stop kidding me. It can't be true that you fuck all those straight guys. And a 13 inch dick? Really?"
"Wanna see?"
"Mr. Alvarez! I told you I'm not interested. Please. Let me stick to my questions on the literary side of your work".
"OK, I'm all yours, handsome. You know you're really gorgeous, don't you?"
The cute student blushes, gets even cuter.
"Please, Mr. Alvarez!"
"OK, I'll stop. Shoot".
"Well, first let's talk about your language. Where does it come from?"
"From the cojones. Pardon my English but that's the plain truth. I write with my balls. That's it".
"But... I don't understand. How?"
"Well, that's where my sex drive is, like every man's. And so when I see a cute guy, let's say, like you, I start to imagine all sorts of things I'm going to do with you, sorry, with him, and all that imagination comes from my balls. Got it?"
"You mean, your scrotum?"
"That's an ugly word but yes, the most beautiful words come from those two fucking bastards who look like hairy wrinkled coconuts".
"What about the baroque lyricism in your writing?"
"Oh that. It comes from the asshole. My asshole is very baroque and lyrical. It has to be, to live with all that shit".
"Mr. Alvarez, you're not being very helpful".
"You know why? This is too formal. I need to feel more comfy and it's too hot in here".
"I can't control the heating, sorry".
"Yeah, but we can take our clothes off. That will help".
Without waiting I get rid of my clothes. Grossao jumps out in all his glory, staring at the handsome blond with his one crazy eye. Dave looks terribly embarassed. He has no other way but to get naked too. His big bubble butt is awesome. Grossao is already drooling for him.
"So, now that you're more comfortable, please Mr. Alvarez..."
"Stop calling me that, I'm Grossao for you, beautiful".
"Grossao, now will you reveal to me the secret of your writing?"
"Come sit here, you're too far. Good. Look, let me explain it to you. It's like the shape of a young man's body, your body for instance. You don't mind if I touch you, do you? See how the shape of your strong shoulders, your full pecs, your thick neck, the long hard muscles of your arms, your powerful thighs, it's all perfectly proportionate? Do you see that?"
"I don't see what it has to do with your writing".
"But it has everything to do, it's where my creativity comes from, the contemplation of male beauty. Perfection. It's infectious. Irresistible. Look how my dick is rearing like a stallion. He smells beauty and drives me to write about it".
"Whoa, I can see I was wrong about him. I'm not an expert but it sure looks like 13 inches... I can't believe it! Is it real?"
"Touch it, you'll see".
"Yeah... it's so hard... and hot! Real living flesh. I'm shuddering just to think how someone could take that monster up... No, let's not go there, it's the writing I want to talk about. So, you were saying..."
"Yes, it's like Michelangelo or Leonardo, not that I'm comparing myself to them, but as you know it was their lust for young men that drove them to create the most unsurpassable art. So with Grossao. He looks at someone like you and out pours, among other things, his homoeroticism. You like that word?"
"Yes, it's the right word. So let's explore a little more this homoeroticism. As all discourse, it's an instrument of power, isn't it?"
"Very good question. You're smart, you really got it. It's all about using language to... I was going to say fuck... to dominate the object of desire. How does that sound?"
"Great! Let me write it down... That's fascinating. So Grossao uses his baroque lyricism to entangle his prey and when the poor thing least suspects..."
"Slam! He pounces. You got it just right, you're amazing. So you're engaged to be married..."
"Yes, my fiancee and I met in high-school. She's very pretty. I love her very much".
"Have you fucked her?"
"Mr. Alvarez! That's too personal..."
"Come on, we're both naked, we have no secrets".
"No, I have not fucked her. We're keeping ourselves pure for the first night after our sacred union in the Lord".
"Mmmm, that sounds hot. A threesome, you, she and Jesus".
"Mr. Alvarez, how dare you!"
"Sorry, just kidding. So you haven't fucked her. Are you a virgin?"
"Yes, I made a vow of chastity, I'm preserving myself for her".
"But how will you know what to do, when that night finally comes? You won't know, will you? And I bet you're secretly dying to learn how to do it, from those who know".
"Well... Yes... You got me there. I wish I could learn, but from whom?"
"Well, few guys are as experienced as Grossao here. Ask him".
"But she's a woman... He only likes... guys like me..."
"Yes, but it all comes down to pussies, male or female. He knows his way around them. Ask him".
"Well... Dear Grossao, can you hear me?"
"Speak close to his head, he's a little deaf".
"Whoa! His smells is so... strong! Why is he crying like that?"
"He's not crying, he just gets excited when a cute boy like you gets close, and he leaks a lot of honey".
"Is that real honey?"
"Yeah, taste it".
"Mmmmmm, real sweet... And tangy at the same time... Not bad... Can I take a little more?"
"You can lick it straight from the source".
"Mmmmlhlhmmlh... Mellow... It's a pity that I'm straight and engaged to be married..."
"Don't think about that now, just concentrate on his taste... You love it don't you?"
"Yeah... So good... But I have a question, for him..."
"Go ahead".
"Grossao, when you penetrate inside a... male pussy... what is it exactly that you feel?"
"He can't answer that without actually being in the act of penetrating one. You see, he has no brain, no memory. He's all immediate sensation. To tell you what he feels he has to be feeling it. He can't remember a thing".
"How terrible, poor thing, he doesn't remember? Maybe that's why he has to be constantly fucking everything in sight... But I need to find out, for my thesis, exactly what he feels when he's fucking... How can we do that?"
"I have an idea, but I suspect you won't agree to it. I bet you guess what it is..."
"I see where you're heading. If I can only find out what he feels when he's fucking someone, when he's fucking, he has to be fucking someone, and that someone would have to be... me".
"Very bright. Unfortunately, yes. But of course being straight and engaged to be married you can't agree to that".
"Right. On the other hand, I need my doctorate to get a job at the University. And without a job, no marriage. My professor made it very clear, without finding out what Grossao feels when he's fucking, I won't pass".
"What a dilemma. I put myself in your position and I see no way out. Unless..."
"Unless..."
"Unless you reframe the problem and look at it through a different angle. A paradigm shift. Put yourself in the position of an objective observer. Let your body participate in an experiment, while your mind coldly observes. That's one way out of your dilemma".
"I don't get it".
"Let me show you. Stand here. Now pretend that this is not your body. It's the body of some other hot guy that Grossao is after. That body feels Grossao rubbing against its gorgeous buttocks, but it's not you, it's someone else. Your mind is just watching from a remove what that body is doing".
"I'm confused".
"Stop thinking. Just observe. Grossao is lodging himself between that body's strong thighs. My hands are playing with that body's nipples and they're getting hard. And that body is getting a very nice hardon. Can you see all that?"
"Yes, I can see that. Go on".
"Now Grossao is rubbing his thick shaft against that body's sweet asshole, deep in the valley between those big round buttocks, right?"
"Right. And..."
"And Grossao is spreading his honey all over that body's willing asshole, to get it ready to be fucked".
"Yes..."
"And now I'm giving Grossao a little help and I'm diving between those smooth white melons to kiss the tight virgin hole and give it a good rimming. Are you following?"
"Yes, and I'm taking mental notes of every detail... for my thesis... My professor is a big fan of yours, he introduced me to your stories, and he'll love this."
"I bet he will. How is he?"
"He's a big black stud like you, very warm, we like each other a lot..."
"Yeah, take down all the details and try this with him..."
"It's a very useful experiment..."
"Oh yeah, very useful. So now I'm sticking my tongue up that body's asshole, and it's twitching, it's loving it".
"Oooooh, yeah... I can see that..."
"And now I'm inserting a finger into that hot body... two fingers... three fingers... To make it pretty loose... It'll still be tight for Grossao, but not as tight as it was... I bite those hot buns a little... You see, that's how Grossao prepares a male pussy".
"I see... I'm starting to understand his method".
"There's much more to it. Just lay back and watch him. What do you think? Is that body ready for Grossao?"
"Yes!"
"Good. Now that body has to bend over... yeah, like that, it opens the legs... Spreads the buttocks with the hands... Very good... It has to calm down a little, to stop shaking, to take deep breaths and relax... Good... Now Grossao rests his head at the entrance, smack against the pink rosebud. Is that clear?"
"Yes, yes..."
"Now Grossao needs that body to push back... Yeah... More... Keep pushing... Breath... Ah! It's in, the head went past the ring. Can you see that?"
"Ayeeeeee... Ayeeeee..."
"Yes that a yes? That body needs to breath and relax... Good... Better now... What's your take on that?"
"That body is in great pain".
"Maybe that body wants Grossao to pull out".
"No! That body wants Grossao to stay inside. Just give it a little time..."
"OK, tell me when that body is ready for the next step... Ready?"
"Yeah... Ooooooh.... It's so big.... That asshole feels so full..."
"Yeah, it's a new sensation for that body, huh? Very well, now that body must get ready for a lot of other new sensations. Like this one. Grossao pulls out and slams back in".
"Ouch!"
"And again. And again. That body is naturally humping back to meet Grossao's slamming, have you noticed?"
"Yeah! How curious... It's like that body has a mind of its own".
"It certainly does and it's the mind of a slut".
"Yeah, a real slut. The thing is, that body didn't know it would feel so good..."
"Yes it did know, but it was being kept from facing it it by a rigid mind. Now that body can take all the pleasure it has ever wanted from a good fuck".
"I think you have a point. Yes... So how is Grossao doing? Can he tell me now what he feels when he's fucking someone?"
"Oh boy, he's king of the world, Ma. That hot manhole is bringing up all that baroque lyricism from his cojones... Nothing like a virgin male pussy to brush up his writing... Fuck, so tight!"
"Why does he have a thing for straight guys?"
"He loves guys, as long as they take him up the ass, straight or no straight. It's just that those who think they're straight are harder to get, and he loves the game he has to play to get them".
"He has no pity of those poor assholes?"
"No mercy. He's a buttfucker. And that's what they love about him, don't you think?"
"I guess so... That body is loving every moment of it".
"I knew it would. Now, let's move that body around to lie on the sofa, legs up, ass raised, to take a harder pounding".
"Yes, sir!"
And so I fuck the hot graduate student, making him squeal like a pig, standing over his upturned ass and slamming Grossao down as hard as I can. He gets into it and begs for more, losing all his objectivity. The game is over, his pussy is mine.
By the way, he got several cum loads from Grossao, plus an A, his doctorate, married his sweetheart and became his professor's lover. All's well that ends well.
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