CREME DE GROSSON by Jorge Alvarez
Our neighbor Yves and his wife Yvette invited me and my wife to spend Sunday with them. Yves is a famous French chef who writes cookbooks. After brunch, the girls go to Yvette's greenhouse and Yves takes me to his state-of-the-art kitchen, where he tests new recipes.
Yves has a huge collection of saucisson and salami hanging from the ceiling. He proudly shows me each one, and I notice that he holds the thick, hard sausages with tender love and care and a wistful look in his eye.
"I was wondering, Jorge, you know what people say about black men like you, with all due respect, that you guys have huge saucissons, pardon my French, and I'm by nature a curious man, always trying to discover new ingredients, so I was wondering..."
"Do you want to check on my cock, pardon my French?"
"Don't get me wrong! I'm not gay, just curious, but... yess, if you don't mind..."
I pull down my zipper and take Grossao out. It's a little limp, but Yves's eyes brighten, his mouth already watering.
"This is Grossao aka Huge and Thick".
"Mmmm, quite promising. How can I get him to his full size?"
"Just play with him. You can also sip the honey leaking from the tip, check out how good it tastes..."
Yves sits down on a kitchen stool, holds Grossao in his deft chef hands, like an expert, and before anything else sniffs the hardening saucisson.
"Ooh la la, what a heady bouquet... I smell musk mixed with tropical fruit and a whiff of wild game... Now let me taste the honey".
The handsome French chef sticks his fleshy tongue out and laps the tip of my dick, gobbling a clear blob of precum. He closes his blue eyes, savors the mouthful of male honey, smacks his lips in appreciation and exclaims:
"Parfait! Mango, passion fruit and pineapple, all in one! And by the way, the saucisson has grown amazingly, look at that... The head is now the size and shape of a very large mango. Let me take another tasting..."
Yves opens his mouth very wide and wraps his cute red lips around Grossao's head, taking the whole black mango in his bouche. I can see he's an expert cocksucker. But he feels obliged to disgorge my dick with a loud PLOP! to explain:
"Don't get me wrong, Jorge, I'm not what you're thinking. Not a cocksucker. I'm not even gay. I just want to test new ingredients. And this looks very, very promising. What comes next?"
"Well, you can suck on him, I mean, keep on testing him, try to get as much in your throat as you can, and play with the balls. They're full of cream, and if you do a good job it'll all come flowing into your mouth, and you're gonna love this new ingredient..."
"Tres bien! Let's see how much of this big saucisson I can swallow. Mon dieu, it's so enormous, gigantesque!"
Yves doesn't even gag as he swallows more than seven inches of thick black dick down his throat. He's really good. But Grossao is too big, even for an expert like him. He gives up after eight inches and resigns himself to pumping the front half of my dick, while I jack it off closer to the base.
The French chef massages my hairy balls lovingly, pressing their juices out as if he was working on a pair of black cantaloupes. I'm moaning and groaning, almost there, when his wife calls from outside.
"Cherri, we girls are going out to the village to do some shopping. Are you and Jorge enjoying yourselves?"
Yves disgorges Grossao with a loud PLOP!, clears his throat and shouts:
"Oui, cherrie, we're doing great, testing ingredients for a fantastic new recipe. Take your time, girls, go spend the whole day shopping!"
He goes back to his avid "testing" of my saucisson, but he also takes his time, slowing down when he feels I'm again almost there, prolonging to the utmost his obvious pleasure in sucking a very large saucisson. He keeps building my orgasm to higher and higher levels and than holding back maddeningly. He's a teaser and my number one cocksucker ever, a great chef for the best fellatio meal.
I can't hold any longer. I grab the Frenchmen's blond head and shove my whole dick down his gullet, crying out loud as I empty my balls down his hungry throat. After a few heavy shots I let him go and he pulls Grossao out to leave just the head in his mouth, so he can better savor the thick male cream. After he drains the last drop, Yves wipes his cum-coated face, feeding the overflow back into his mouth, and swoons.
"C'est magnifique! I've never had anything so delicious, so creamy, tasty, engrossing, intoxicating! It's my new favorite ingredient, creme de Grosson! Now look at him, Grosson is still as hard as before... Does he have more cream to feed me?"
"Yeah, but I think he wants to get a taste of your pretty derriere..."
"Oh, that comes handy, you know. Imagine that my doctor prescribed me a series of prostate stimulations. Really... That's why I have so many salami around, I use them for that, and it gives them an extra smokiness. My prostate is swollen, from eating too much foie gras, and it needs to be massaged, poked at, stimulated all the time. But don't get me wrong, I'm not gay, it's doctor's orders, monsieur!"
"OK, no problem, now turn around and bend over that table top. Lower your pants, I want to get a good look at that prostate of yours".
Yves, like most Frenchmen, has a fantastic derriere, round and plump, white and smooth, like two big melons or a pair of cream-filled eclairs. I dive between the snowy pillows and shove my tongue in his puckered eye, rosy and moist, a perfect male pussy.
The ringlet of flesh responds with quivering eagerness, as a well-fucked male cunt should. The fleshy lips swallow my tongue and squeeze it, and the smooth butt cheeks blush at the touch of my thick black lips. Yves starts to moan.
"Sapristi... C'est fou... C'est si bon... But don't get me wrong, monsieur Grosson, I'm letting you do this just because you're going to help me with my prostate. I'm not gay!"
"Now tell me, frenchy, pardon my French, but do you really want my dick up your pretty ass?"
"Yes, I really need it. But go gently, you're too big!"
Grossao loves to fuck a frenchy, he enjoys the way they go oooh! and aaah! as he shoves his big head up their cute bottoms. Yves is no exception. As Grossao makes his grand entrance, stretching the chef's pussy open as wide as a stockpot, shoving his thick paddle in that hot pressure cooker, bringing the tender inner flesh to a boil, searing the soft membranes in the fire of his raging hardon, the happy fuckee yelps and squeals like a skewered little piglet ready to be roasted alive until it's crispy and melting in the mouth.
"Nom de dieu, is it all in?"
"Feel it with your hands".
Yves reaches back to discover that he's got only half of Grossao's 13 inches up his chute.
"Sacre nom de dieu, you're gonna kill me! But I need the prostate massage so badly. Go ahead, I can take it... It's so nice of you to do me this favor, Grosson. What do you want in return?"
"Well Yves, I know you're not gay, but I'd like if you could pretend a little, you know, say things that a gay guy would say while taking my big dick up the ass. That would be nice..."
"Oh, that's easy. Let me see... What about this: fuck my pussy, you big black stud, I want that huge baby all the way up my hungry cunt. How's that?"
"You could put a little more feeling into it. Also, move your butt a bit, shake it dude, show your man you want him badly. Yeah, that's better. I'm gonna hit your ass, to get you real hot, frenchy..."
I slap Yves's buttocks until the two melons are crimson as Bordeaux wine. He gets his act together "pretending" to be gay, begging me to fuck him harder. And I do. We settle on a nice fuck pace, not too fast, not too slow, taking our time. We have all day.
"How's your prostate, honey?"
"Never felt better. It's really wonderful. So much better than a dry salami... Just what the doctor ordered!"
We're enjoying our nice Sunday afternoon fuck when a blond teenage boy comes in.
"Papa! You're doing it again! Now with our neighbor...".
"Mon petit, I can explain it. The thing is, my measuring cup, my precious measuring cup fell inside my anus, and monsieur Grosson here is trying to retrieve it for me, just that. It's not what you're thinking, don't get me wrong, I'm not gay".
"Oh, OK then. Monsieur Grosson, after you're done with dad, can you come to my room? I let my iPod fall in my anus and you can help me retrieve it..."
"All right boy, just give me a few more minutes with your dad, I'll be right there".
The boy leaves and I have to laugh at their little number. What a pair of French fairies.
I resume the plowing of Yves's welcoming asshole, but now my mind in on his beautiful son and his lost iPod. I close my eyes and already see myself burying Grossao in the boy's pretty bum, making him squirm under me as I search for the lost device deep in his boycunt.
I feel the chef's sauce simmering, his souffle rising, his gratin rippling, the whole enchilada bursting around my stiff sausage, and I cum with him, pouring creme de Grosson in his bowl, seeding his cake with my male sap, planting my root in his bed of roses, breeding him as my new French bitch.
"Oh Grosson, that was magnifique. Now go help my son and when you're back I want to get more prostate stimulation and have more of your delicious cream. Now hurry, mon petit is waiting!"
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