PIERROT LE FOU 1 by Jorge Alvarez
Summer in the Cote d'Azur is a black stud's heaven. I go with my lover, the most famous of all French movie actors, to sail the Mediterranean in his 40-foot boat. We're going to be sailing with his 19 year-old son, Pierre. But as soon as we get there, my lover is called to reshoot a whole sequence of his last film, in Rome.
I stay alone with Pierre to sail around the Cote while his dad is away. Pierre, aka Pierrot, is the son of my lover's first marriage to an Australian actress. He grew up in Sidney and is as handsome as his father, only much taller and stronger, a young Aussie stud, with dark hair and blue eyes.
Pierrot and I get along very well and spend most of the time sailing from port to port, honing our skills as sailors. He's fun to be with, boyish and goofy, and at the same time quite mature for his age. Pierrot is very much into girls and sometimes when we stop at a small port he brings a beautiful young woman on board and they disappear for the night in his cabin.
Those nights, I go bar-hopping and usually end up fucking some hunky French sailor in a seedy hotel. But as I plunge my giant black dick in the stud's smooth white derriere, I close my eyes and imagine that it's Pierrot that I'm making love to. I'm getting a serious crush on my lover's straight son...
To console myself, I start to write a diary, whiling away the solitary nights in my cabin.
July 21 We leave Antibes under a steady Mistral, sailing East to Cap-Ferrat. Pierrot and I have a hard time handling the strong 30-knot wind. Before we reach Cap-Ferrat the wind dies down and we throw anchor to take a rest a few miles from the coast.
I catch a medium-sized "bar", a Mediterranean seabass, that I grill on the deck over coals and fennel seeds. Pierrot is impressed with my cooking skills. I'm delighted to see how eagerly he devours the grilled fish fillets. I disguise my hardon, while I imagine those full red lips around my big black dick...
Then the young stud undresses to plunge in the sea. Pierrot likes to skinny-dip. I watch drooling as he exposes his amazingly gorgeous white ass, the most sexy of the thousands of male butts I've seen in my life. The next one I'm hoping to fuck.
It's a cliche to compare a stud to Michelangelo's David, but Pierrot is the real thing, only better. He has the big, strong buttocks of a Greek god, perfectly round and full, firm and plump, white and smooth, with a deep, deep cleft leading to a narrow, sinewy waist.
His legs are long and very muscular, with thick calves and strong feet. His back is powerful, knotted with muscle, shoulders wide, arms well-developed, thick forearms, large hands. His dick is larger than his dad's, 10 inches, thick all finely shaped. He's all male.
Pierrot plunges in the water and calls me to join him. I keep the swimsuit, to hide my hardon. The goofy boy -- he calls himself Pierrot-le-Fou, the crazy one -- forces my head into the water and manages to yank my shorts off.
When he sees the size of my hard dick he guffaws, laughing a "fou rire". I agree it's absurdly big, but no one has laughed at Grossao before. I'm mad at Pierrot and jostle with him in the water. The fight gets him hard and our two big swords, black and white, cross and parry, clashing their wide shafts as we exchange blows in jest.
It's all good horseplay, nothing else. As we dry ourselves, back in the boat, Pierrot lies on the deck, on his belly, and goes to sleep, while I beat my meat, safely far from him, watching the divine butt of my dreams.
July 22 Pierrot meets a rich Brazilian girl at Cap-Ferrat and brings her to the boat, together with her younger brother. They're my compatriots but like most wealthy White folks in my country they treat Blacks like their servants and I'm no exception. I'll teach them who's master here.
Pierrot takes the girl to his cabin to fuck her and leaves me with the boy, who's blond, handsome and very arrogant. First I get him drunk and stoned with a big joint. Then we play strip poker and I get him naked. He has a nice pair of juicy white melons. Nothing that compares with Pierrot's wonderful butt, but fuckable enough.
The haughty boy is now crestfallen, having lost his clothes to the nigger. I threaten to toss his stuff overboard, unless he does what I tell him. He submits easily.
"Unzip my pants. Stop shaking, there's nothing to be afraid of. Now pull my dick out. Don't make that face of disgust or I'll hit you. Now, there's a good boy. Big, isn't it?"
"Oh my God, it's huge! I can't close my hands around it! Now, I did what you asked me, give me my clothes back!"
"Not so fast... I want you to lick this big black lollipop. Yeah, just like that. Smile! Good. You're starting to like it, huh, bitch? Never sucked a cock before?"
The white boy nods yes. He's a cocksucker, all right. But I bet he never sucked one so big. And certainly not a black dick. The strong smell of the black male makes him retch. He has to fight his racial and class prejudices, and he does it nicely. He's getting really horny for Grossao, as his little hard dick shows.
To make a long cocksucking session short, I shoot oodles into the rich boy's throat. Then I fuck the boy's hot ass and give him another big cum load. Meanwhile in Pierrot's cabin things are getting hot and the boy's sister moans loudly.
"Let's take a look".
Pierrot always leaves his door open, so we sneak in to watch him fuck the girl. He's a good stud but still has a lot to learn. I admire his long, thick cock slamming into the girl's cunt, a little too fast, for my taste, but very hard and steady.
I drool at the fantastic buttocks flexing as they power up Pierrot's mighty thrusts. I tell the boy to give Pierrot a hand, licking the big dick as it plows his sister's pussy. That slows the stud down, as he now enjoys the boy's lips and tongue on his fucker, lapping at the wide shaft as it leaves the girl's tight cunt.
Pierrot nods at me to join in and I kneel behind him, between the strong open legs, and go down on his magnificent ass. I give little pecks on the smooth globes and find that they're covered in baby fat and a soft peach fuzz of hair.
I kiss tenderly the seat of all my hopes and draw circles with my tongue down the vertiginous curves leeding to the deeply secluded hole. Pierrot, obviously enjoying the attention, lifts his hips slightly to give my mouth better access to his most secret recess. It's a moist, sweet, open shell of flesh, nacreous and pearly iridescent, a bivalve male vulva with the pink, puckered rosebud tightly closed at it's center.
As I drag my heavy tongue around the closed folds, which Pierrot rubs on my lips with every thrust of his powerful hips, I engage in a tender conversation with the virgin boyhole.
"Hi sweetie! Come out to meet your new friend... Open your tiny eye and say hello to Grossao!"
The folded pink bud relaxes a little and I can see the tiny black eye inside.
"You like my big wet tongue, don't you, kitty?"
The curious little eye smiles and passes a sweet boyish fart that sounds like a chuckle.
"Oh, that was sweet of you, my precious... You smell so fresh and clean, like a baby... Let me taste your musky flavor, sweetheart..."
The tight ring opens up a little more to accommodate my fat tongue. It shivers in delight as I fuck it gently with my hard flesh, tingling the folds apart as I get a few inches of horny tongue in the hole. I detect among Pierrot's grunts, as he fucks the girl, deep moans of pleasure as he gets his asshole rimmed for the first time.
Pierrot cums abundantly inside her cunt, cum that her pussy shares with her brother's mouth, before I have a chance to introduce a finger into the young stud's anus. Too bad... Our game is over, but the first defense is breached. I have Pierrot's tight virgin hole on my side, eager for more.
July 24 We're moored outside of Nice for the night when a huge storm hits us. There's nothing to do but stay inside the boat and pray for the anchors and cables to hold. There's thunder and lightning, and huge waves rock our hull.
Pierrot is scared. He asks if he can sleep with me, in my cabin. The bunk is narrow but we can fit together, hugging each other closely. The big stud turns into a little boy, hiding the handsome face in my strong chest, holding me tight and shuddering every time another wave crashes against our boat.
My dick is rock hard but he doesn't seem to notice. He actually wraps his powerful legs around my waist, so my cock is lodged between his large buttocks, deep in the crack, all the way to the waist. I feel his dick getting hard against my belly, as he goes to sleep.
I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling wet down there. I realize that Pierrot, who's still snoring, must have had a wet dream. My belly is all sticky with his thick cum. I had a wet dream too, because my dick is all gooey between his buns.
Will the straight stud get mad at me for this? Or will he enjoy this new level of intimacy and get ready for the next step? Before I can decide what to do, the young man opens his eyes. He looks at me with his large blue irises and smiles.
"I had a strange dream, Grossao. You and I, we were in bed like this, but we were lovers. We were having sex. And it was great. Gosh, I'm all covered in cum. I came in my dream. And what is this wet stuff in my butt? You came too?"
"I guess we had the same dream, baby... Mine was great too. But I was afraid you'd get mad at me for cumming all over your butt..."
"Mad at you? How could I... I'm growing so fond of you, my friend. I was never so close to another man before. Now let's get up and take a plunge in the sea to wash all this cum. The storm is over!"
July 27 We're at Menton, close to the Italian coast. I go shopping at the port and come back with a bag of marijuana. Pierrot smokes a joint and lies on the deck of our boat to watch the sunset. He plays the clarinet, quite well. I accompany him with my Brazilian guitar.
We play slow, languorous bossa nova songs and fast, witty chorinhos. The pot goes to my head and I'm feeling hornier than ever. Horny for my straight young stud. I hide my hard dick behind the guitar.
Pierrot stands up and dances while he plays. He's naked, as usual. He turns his back to me and shakes his tail, the two delicious white melons bouncing invitingly. I'm about to jump him and rape his ass.
"Come on, Grossao, dance with me!"
He pulls me up, I leave the guitar on the deck to embrace his waist, while he drapes his long arms around my neck. I'm a little taller, so he rests his beautiful head on my shoulder. His hair smells wonderful, like a lusty flower-bed.
My hard dick is pressed against his belly, the large head reaching his chest. His cock is also hard and thick, alongside mine. We dance slowly to his soft singing of the Girl From Ipanema. Only, instead of a girl, he sings about a boy.
"When he passes he smiles, but he doesn't see..."
"Who's that boy you're singing about, Pierrot-le-Fou?"
"That's me! I'm the beautiful boy who keeps passing by and not seeing where love really is... I just realized, Grossao, and now I know, I finally see face to face... I look in your eyes and I see love... You love me, and I love you..."
Our lips meet slowly, light as feathers, the tips of our tongues touching, tingling in the first spark of love, before plunging in our locked mouths to take possession of each other.
Jorge Alvarez grossao13@hotmail.com