Huge and Thick/Tails of the Alhambra/ The Best From the Garden by Jorge Alvarez
This is the latest in a series of Spanish adventures, from Grossao, the black Brazilian pornstar with the 13-inch dick.
THE BEST FROM THE GARDEN
1 I call the number that the Duke of A. gave me to meet his nephew, the young prior of a convent close to the Alhambra. A husky, sexy male voice answers.
"This is Father Luis. How may I help you?"
"Hi! My name is Jorge, I'm a friend of your uncle, the Duke. I told him I need to confess a few... sins. And he gave me your number".
"Mmmm.... What kind of sins?"
"I'd rather tell you in person. Can we make an appointment?"
"Yes. Come to the church next to my convent at 12. The church will be closed but I'll leave the back door open for you. Just walk to the confessional. I'll be inside waiting for you. Do you know how to get here?"
He gives me directions and I walk to the church, downhill from the Alhambra, taking in the incredibly beautiful views of Granada. On a soccer field beside the convent a bunch of big boys are playing ball.
I stop to ogle a particularly handsome young man. He's a daring, restless player. His strong bare legs and taut, gorgeous buttocks, stretching the thin fabric of his shorts, make Grossao jump in my pants.
My dick has been in forced retreat since last night, when the Duke fucked me with his even larger cock. But now Grossao is back to life and ready for action.
I follow the boy's moves as he scores a goal. The referee is a big guy, black like me, dressed in overalls, clearly a gardener. While the sexy boy celebrates his nice shot, the black man pats him on the butt. There's something going on between those two. I'll check on that later. First I have to take care of Father Luis.
As I enter through the back door the empty church is dark and silent. I walk to the confessional and kneel. The same smoky voice that answered the phone asks me what brings me here.
"Father, I've sinned. Where should I start?"
"Well, when was the last time you had confession?"
"Twenty years ago".
"Gosh, that's a long time. Why don't you start with your latest sins?"
I proceed to tell him about my trip to Spain. How I met the young gitano Pablito and deflowered the virgin boy in a nearby cave. Then, how surprised I was when the straight-looking, supermacho flamenco dancer Juanito took my dick like a pro and told me about his past as a boy-whore. And also how I fucked his brother Paco, the bullfighting star, another very masculine-looking veteran male slut. And finally, how I turned Joop, the Dutch hunk sailor, from a virgin boy into a crazy bitch.
All the while I can hear the increasingly loud sounds of Father Luis beating his meat inside the confessional. When I get to Joop's story, the priest is panting and sputtering, getting close to his release. Then I stop short, at the point of the story when my giant dick is finally fully lodged in the blond sailor's ass.
"Don't stop! Please go on! Tell me the rest, I need to know! What's next?! Tell me!", my confessor begs.
I chuckle and tell the invisible churchman that my next goal is to plow the butt of a cute young priest. He gasps audibly. The door of the confessional opens and a large white hand comes out, inviting me in.
"Come quickly, I don't have much time!"
Inside, it's even darker than in the church. As my eyes adjust I can see that Father Luis is standing up, bending over, his back to me, the black cassock raised to the waist. He opens a luscious pair of strong white buttocks, offering me his inner sanctum.
"Come on, stud, stick that big thing in my ass!"
Poor guy, he has no idea of who I am. It'll come as a big surprise when he finds out that I'm his dream stud, Grossao, a gift from his uncle the Duke. And I mean a huge surprise, for he's not prepared to take my giant dick. Preemptively, I gag his mouth with my large paw, while I aim Grossao's glistening head in the hollow between the plump cheeks.
His high-pitched, muffled grunt, the stiffening, trembling body, the cold sweat on his smooth skin, all that reveals his regrets for having been so careless as to take an unseen dick up his ass. Grossao is too big for him, but now it's too late. There's no way back.
The noble Spanish priest drenches my hand with the warm tears that stream down his face, as he tries to adapt to the titanic invasion of his body. I plow his tender butt with long, slow strokes of my throbbing dick. Little by little he loosens up, relaxes his body, and starts to enjoy the fuck. I take my hand from his mouth to let him moan.
"O my God you're so huge! And so good! What's your name, stud?"
"I'm the famous Grossao. Your uncle knows you're a big fan, so he sends me as a gift".
"Grossao! Is that really you?! Oh how many times have I dreamed of this moment, watching your tapes, since I was at the seminary! Are you real?"
I give him harder, deeper shoves, to prove that the solid meat now ransacking his crypt is real enough.
"Thank God and the Holy Mary! My prayers have been heard! Grossao is fucking me in my own church!"
I unbutton the priest's cassock to pinch his hard nipples. I can now see from up close how handsome he is, as blond as his uncle, with an aristocratic, saintly face and large, sexy green eyes. He sucks avidly on my thick tongue as he humps back to get more of Grossao in his hungry butt.
The wooden structure of the centuries-old confessional shakes and creaks with the intensity of our fuck. Thank God the church is empty and closed. I wonder how many priests over the ages have taken big hard dicks up their butts in this same wood box. The confined space reeks of male sex. Layers upon layers of cum stains on the dark walls tell their story. Father Luis adds his own contribution, as his erect cock spurts in a wild orgasm provoked by the pleasure of having my giant dick in his love temple.
I want to prolong this amazing fuck. He begs me to cum in his ass but I demur.
"First, tell me about your boys. Your uncle said you have a whole stable of them".
"Yes! You can have any boy that you want. The orphanage run by the convent has actually been functioning as a boy-brothel for the royal court for countless generations... We provide boys for Spanish notables and we have an upscale international clientele".
"What about the dark haired boy, the strong, big one who's a good soccer player?"
"Oh, you mean Raul. He's still a virgin. I'm raising him as a gift to my uncle".
"Really? I thought there was someting going on between that boy and the black guy, the referee..."
"You mean Zulu, our African gardener? No way! He's my lover. I trust him. He's the one who takes care of Raul, making sure he'll stay a virgin until he's ready for the Duke".
"Well I don't want to disappoint you but I smell something fishy there. Do you mind if I investigate?"
"No, not at all. I'll give you the keys to the orphanage and you can roam inside at your will. But later I want you to come back to report to me on what you've found... Now can you pleeaaase cum inside me?"
I make the blond priest cum again as Grossao explodes deep in his awesome butt.
"Yess! Yess! I absolve you of all your sins, my big black stud!"
Father Luis rearranges his cassock, gives me the keys and leaves the church, mincing his steps as he keeps his buttocks tight in order not to loose a single drop of Grossao's juice now flooding his nave.
2 The orphanage building is quiet in the hot late summer afternoon, as all the boys are taking their siesta. I walk out into the beautiful, well-kept garden behind. I hear sounds coming from a conservatory in the back.
I go around the cast-iron structure, trying to look inside through the glass walls. Then, suddenly, I see them, barely hidden behind a tall bunch of ferns. Zulu, the black gardener, and Raul, the young soccer player, are making love. Passionate male sex.
The boy is raised high by the tall black man's strong arms. He has his white legs wrapped around the fucker's waist. Their mouths are locked in a deep kiss, as the huge black shaft pistons in and out of the gorgeous young butt.
I beat my own meat at the sight of their amazing coupling. Obviously, these two have been mating like this for some time, for they show the mutual lust, the perfect physical fit, the flowing, unbound rhythms, the total surrender to each other that only two long-time sex partners can achieve.
Their grunts and moans get louder, and then I see the boy's hard dick erupt in creamy white jets against the black man's chest. From Zulu's uncontrolable hip movements I gather that he's delivering a huge cum load directly into Raul's beautiful body.
They kiss as their bodies unlock from each other. Raul eagerly sucks the last drops from his lover's dick, puts his shorts on and runs to the dorm, surely to pretend that he was sleeping all the time during the siesta.
The black guy sits by a fountain and lights a cigarette, obviously happy after having his big prick serviced by the cute white kid. He jumps up, startled, when I appear as if by miracle.
"Who are you? How have you got into my garden?".
"Father Luis gave me the keys. I came to check out on you and Raul, on his behalf. He won't be very happy when I tell him that his lover the African gardener is fucking the boy who he's supposed to keep as a virgin for the Duke's enjoyment".
"Please don't tell him! He'll call the Duke's men to kill me! You don't want to have my death on your conscience, do you?"
"You've got a point there. OK, I'll keep my mouth shut, with one condition. You're going to send the boy to my appartment at the Alhambra hotel later this afternoon. Send him with a basket of the best produce from your garden. Tell him it's a gift from Father Luis. I'll take care of the rest".
"You son of a bitch! You want to have the boy for yourself!"
"Do you prefer that I tell your lover that you betrayed both him and the Duke?"
"Oh fuck, you got me fucked!"
"That's right partner. Now go get the basket ready and send the boy to me. I saw him in action and I'm dying to fuck that pretty butt".
The African curses and shakes his fist at the heavens, while he starts to fill a basket with fruits and vegetables.
"Only the best, mind you!", I shout as I leave, driving him crazy.
3 I take a long bath in my outdoor jacuzzi, put on a silk robe and light a joint under the fragrant trees of the Alhambra gardens, as I wait for Raul by the gurgling Moorish fountains.
When I open the door he's standing there, holding a beautiful basket, the handsome young face blushing.
"Good afternoon, sir. Father Luis, the prior of our convent, sends you this gift with the best from our garden... Where do you want me to place it?"
"I'll take care of it. Come in".
I walk with the basket to the garden outside and the boy follows me gingerly. He's eyeing me with cautious but curious glances, as I undo the wrap and pick among the fresh fruit, offering him a peach. He refuses, blushing some more. I insist.
As he reaches for the fruit our hands touch. There's a spark of erotic charge. He has discovered the pleasures of male sex with a black man like me and now he's wondering how it'd be like to try a new black dick.
I take the peach away when he's about to grab it, with a deft feint. Startled, he fights for the fruit, taking it from me with both hands. He laughs, adoringly, showing his perfect teeth. Our little game with the peach has unfastened my robe which is now wide open.
The boy peers through the loose silk and sees my huge erect cock, staring at him. He shudders, his jaw drops, his eyes roll in their sockets. I close the robe, smiling at him. He bites into the peach, juice dripping down his strong, manly chin, as he tries to compose himself. I have him hooked.
I munch on my own peach and walk to the low garden wall overlooking Granada. He comes closer and stands by me. I feel the excitement of his young body next to mine.
"That's your convent down there, Raul".
"You know my name?"
"I know more about you than you think. I know that you play soccer, and that you'll move from the orphanage to the Duke of A.'s household when you turn 18, in a few months. Right?"
"Yes! And the Duke will find me a place in a professional soccer team. I've been training with our gardener, who used to be a soccer player when he lived in Africa, you know. He's a very good coach!"
"Yeah, I know how good he is. I was in your garden earlier this afternoon, and I saw him coaching you inside the conservatory. Even though it wasn't exactly soccer that you two were practicing, I have to admit that you show a lot of promise, young man..."
"Oh my God! You saw us?! Please don't tell Father Luis! He'll be so disappointed..."
"Yeah, he wanted to keep you as a virgin to be deflowered by the Duke".
"What?! My God, I never imagined! That monster was willing to offer my virgin hole to his uncle?! I can't believe it!"
"Yes, but now that Zulu took your cherry, you're in trouble, young man..."
"Oh please, sir, please help me. What can I do?"
"Well you can start by getting over your infatuation with the gardener. You know, there are other black men around..."
"He was the only one I knew before I met you..."
I press my body against his back and open the robe, so my naked, hard dick is smack against his round, juicy buttocks. I pull down his shorts and my hot hard flesh is now glued to the smooth, silky skin of his gorgeous butt.
Our mouths still full of peach juice, we lock our lips as I bend over him, turning his face to me. Grossao, who's been so eager to fuck someone, anyone, after so many hours of abstention, finds his way between the plump cheeks, deep into the moist cleft, and shoves his blunt head in the boy's receptive ring, still sticky with Zulu's cum.
"You know boy, I saw you scoring a goal this morning. Then and there I decided that before the end of this day I would be fucking your gorgeous butt. And here I go!"
"Oh goodnesss! You're so huge! So much bigger than my Zulu! I love the way your giant dick takes possession of my asshole!"
"It's no longer an asshole, baby, it's a sweet male pussy made to be fucked by Grossao, my huge and thick. And I promise, when I'm done with you, Zulu will be forever gone from your mind and body..."
"Grossao? Grosson? What language is that? Where are you from, my big black stallion? Africa?"
"No. Brazil! I'm Grossao, the black Brazilian stud at your order, young man".
"Oh Grossao I'm so lucky to have found you. You fuck me so well... But I still don't understand how you managed to know so much about me and to make me come here with the gift basket..."
"Well, my precious, later I'll have plenty of time to tell you everything. Right now I want to enjoy your passionate young body. You know, Raul, you're really the best from the garden!"
Jorge Alvarez grossao13@hotmail.com