GROSSAO IN PARIS 3 by Jorge Alvarez
Walking around the Louvre I always come back to Michelangelo's sculpture "The dying slave". It's a huge young stud, his eyes closed, bliss in his face, the body twisted lasciviously. I'm sure the title is just a cover-up. To me, the beautiful slave is clearly enjoying himself, taking a big cock up his gorgeous butt.
When nobody is watching, I like to rub my face against his ass and feel the smoothness of the cool white marble against my skin. It makes me hard and sometimes I jerk myself and cum all over the statue. Once I saw a young French boy wipe a glob of cum I had just left on the stone and take it to his mouth, savoring the bittersweet taste. He followed me to the restroom to get his own load.
Then one night I become bolder and climb behind the statue to fuck it up the ass. To my surprise, the slave's asshole feels alive, and it takes my giant black dick in its hot tunnel with ease. I leave a huge cum load inside the marble sculpture.
That night, I'm patroling alone in the empty museum when I hear footsteps approaching. I hide behind a large sculpture to see who's coming. It's a nude white man, tall and strong, strolling along the galleries. He seems happy. He sprints across the long halls, bouncing his big naked butt. He gets me hard.
I look into Michelangelo's gallery and my suspicion is confirmed. It's his slave! Not only he's not dying, but he's alive and prancing around the Louvre in the flesh! My dream stud has come alive... I take off my uniform and surprise him, jumping into his path. He loses balance and falls to the ground. I immobilize him with my greater strength.
"Cazzo! I was looking for you! Do you understand Italian?"
"I can manage. So you're looking for me... Here I am!"
"I want to thank you for bringing me back to life. The semen you poured inside my butt broke the spell and here I am!"
"What spell?"
"Well, it's a long story. I'm Greek. I was born in the island of Crete, where I fought against the Turks. They captured me and sold me as a slave to work in the marble quarries in Italy. That's where the Master first saw me. He bought me to work for him. He used me as a model. Have you seen the Adam on the ceiling of the Capella Sistina? That's me.
"Michelangelo turned me into his sex slave. He loved to fuck my strong, manly body. And I loved him and his big dick. But one of his rivals had a crush on me. Leonardo da Vinci, the guy who painted himself as a woman, the Monna Lisa. He wanted to take me from Michelangelo. But I resisted. Leonardo was a witch. He put a spell on me, so that the next time my Master fucked me, I was turned into stone.
"Master was desperate. He stroke me, trying to turn me back to human flesh. But the spell was too strong. Michelangelo resigned himself to fuck my marble butt. I still have the remains of his semen deep inside me. Under Leonardo's spell, only when another man would fuck me would I turn back into a blood-and-flesh man. Leonardo was planning to be the one. But my Master hid me and the spell was never broken, until you came and fucked me.
"You're like Buonarroti, a real bugger... My good luck... To be brought back to life by another buttfucker... Now, my new master, I want you to fuck my human flesh. But be gentle please. I haven't been fucked for almost 500 years..."
"You know what they call you? The dying slave..."
"Right! What they don't say is that I'm dying to be fucked. Especially by this giant black beauty you have between your legs... But let me ask you something... Can we do it in front of the Monna Lisa? I want Leonardo to see me alive and screwing my butt on your big black dick".
"OK, let's go!"
He runs through the Louvre galleries bouncing his strong buttocks. I marvel at the perfection of his young body, preserved in stone for five centuries. His white skin looks like polished marble, taut over the powerful muscles.
I can't believe that I'm about to fuck this guy who was the favorite of the greatest men of his time, the glory of the Renaissance.
As he stands in front of the Gioconda, he assumes the pose in which Michelangelo immortalized him: left elbow up, left hand resting behind his neck, eyes closed, head half thrown back, hips twisted to the right, the other hand playing with the right nipple. He wears only a narrow band of white silk, like a bandage, that the artist wrapped around the youth's powerful chest..
I grab the silk band from behind and pull the young white stud towards me. My giant black cock is pressing hard against his big smooth buttocks.
"You want your Master to fuck you, slave?"
"Oh Master, how I have longed for your big hard dick... Show your slave who's really the Master. And show this witch, Leonardo, your victory over him. Look, he's smiling his yellow smile, the Gioconda male slut. He's green with envy, having lost me to you, Master!"
"Bend down, slave, and open your buttocks. You have the most fantastic male butt I've ever seen. Your flesh is white and smooth like the most polished marble..."
"That's what Michelangelo used to tell me. That even he felt unable to reproduce the sheen of my buttcheeks in his marble".
"Look back, I want to see your handsome face while I fuck you. Gosh you're really the young, beautiful Adam that he painted. Now slave, I want you to extend you hand back and touch the tip of my big cock, just like you do on the ceiling of the Vatican, touching the hand of God".
My hunky white slave does what I want, touching the head of my dick with his perfectly chiseled fingers. He takes hold of the crown and pulls it between his buttocks, looking for the entrance to his gaping hole. I feel the hard borders of my dickhead rubbing against the ultrasmooth roundness of his ass. With a small push, I'm in. I'm fucking Michelangelo's sexy slave.
This time his asshole is truly alive, throbbing around my hard shaft. It works as a well trained male cunt, pumping my cock and slutting for my boiling cum. But I want this to last. He's been without a dick in his living butt for five centuries, he needs to take it long and slow. But hard.
I pound his butt with mighty blows, taking my time between them. I let my slave shake in fear while he waits for the next blow, not knowing when it'll come. He's recovering from the last one, regaining his breath, when I ram in a new, more powerful shove of my giant cock, deep in his bowels.
I torture his hard nipples and bite the soft flesh deep in the pit of his raised arm. The look of ecstasy in his face makes my phallus grow bigger and harder in his raised tail. I gear up for a faster fuck, pounding him mercilessly, while my slave moans in pleasure.
"Cazzo nero! Mi stringe il culo! Infila la mia figa!", black cock, take my asshole, shove it in my pussy...
I wonder what the saints and angels on the ceiling of the Sistina must have heard when Michelangelo fucked his gorgeous male slave up on the scaffold... He has the body of a Greek god and the mind of a slut, spitting filthy words while his ass takes my giant dick like a well trained sex slave.
I love to fuck strong men like him, with powerful hips and legs, with glutes and backs sturdy enough to carry the weight of the world, an Atlas of a male who likes to screw his ass on my big black dick and impale his massive body on my hard phallus.
The manly slave crosses his muscled arms behind my waist, drawing my cock even deeper in his flesh, humping back furiously to conquer the last inches of my huge ramrod with his hungry fuck hole. His male cunt is gaping wide as the gates of hell, fiery hot, gulping the giant black fucker in its volcanic crater.
I bite off the lobe of his ear and blood gushes on our hot bodies, as he starts to cum, shooting white jets on the painting in front of us, the Monna Lisa. His semen lands hard on the Gioconda's mouth and the young woman, who's really Leonardo in drag, sticks out her tongue, piercing the glass plate to swallow the cum of her beloved.
The young man's cunt squeezes my dick, milking my own semen into his waiting hole. But as I gush deep in his strong body, I feel it hardening and turning to stone. Leonardo, that bitch, has the last laugh. His spell provided that if the slave was turned to flesh by someone other than Leonardo himself, the next cum load in his fuck hole would turn him to stone again. My handsome slave is now a marble statue, with a sexy smile on his handsome face and my cum dripping slowly from his powerful butt. Even the earlobe in my mouth turns into a marble pebble as the blood suddenly dries.
I can't move the huge stone slab from its place. The next day, when the morning crew arrives, they find that Michelangelo's dying slave has been moved across the Louvre to stand in front of the Monna Lisa. Nobody can explain who could have done it, nor how. Since it happened under my watch as a security guard, I'm fired. But my fuck buddies find me a new job as a bellboy at the Ritz, where I advance in my career as the greatest buttfucker in Paris.
Jorge Alvarez grossao13@hotmail.com