Huge and thick/ Tails of the Alhambra/ Juanito
Grossao left a deep impression during his trip to Spain. I mean, deep up the butt of some fortunate Spaniards. After deflowering the young gipsy Pablito, he goes back to his hotel in the Alhambra palace, where he'll meet the flamenco dancer Juanito. I have myself the good fortune to write down Grossao's adventures and to translate them into English from his native Brazilian Portuguese, as he relives every move while fucking my butt. Consider yourself lucky too, dear reader, since you're be able to jack off and cum like crazy while you read his story.
JUANITO
I went to the Alhambra to see a flamenco show in the Ambassadors Patio, where a tablao was set over the pond for the occasion. It was a magic evening of dance and music. Grossao, my 13-inch black dick, got harder and harder with every performance of the best male dancer, a dark, handsome young man called Juanito.
He's strong and manly. Women go crazy for him. They swoon and moan in the audience as he twirls and stomps the tablao. With a narrow waist, wide shoulders, long legs and an incredibly powerful, tight butt, he's Grossao's dreamboat of a man. Well-built, straight-looking and mucho macho, just the kind of guy Grossao loves to fuck.
Juanito is a celebrity in Spain. He's always in their tabloids, involved in sizzling love affairs with movie actresses and female pop singers. I have every reason to believe he's really straight but Grossao is undeterred. He's determined to fuck this guy.
There's a cocktail after the show in the Lions Patio. Juanito is mobbed by his female fans. Grossao, always the hardheaded dick, forces me to stick around.
"This is hopeless", I tell Grossao.
"Shut up... I know his type. I bet that in less than an hour I'll be inside his tight butt! Wanna bet?"
Well, one thing I've learned in all these years: never bet against my dick. When the matter is wether an attractive man will take him up the ass, Grossao is always right.
Surprisingly, Juanito notices me, gives me long, knowing glances, smiles and signs me to wait. Maybe he has noticed me just because I'm so much taller than anyone else here and the only black. I stand out.
I smile back and point to the garden outside. He nods. I walk to a dark spot under the trees, by a fountain, sit on a bench overlooking Granada and light a cigarette. What a perfect evening for a nice fuck.
Juanito appears suddenly from the shadows, walking slowly, with a quizzical look in his eyes. When he gets close I stand up to shake his hand. On the tablao he looked tall, imposing. Up close, he's so much smaller I have to bend to hear his soft voice. He gives me a warm, smooth hand, like a woman's.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. You have no idea how terrible those women are. I'm so embarassed but... I think I recognize you and I hope I'm not making a mistake... Are you really Grossao, the Brazilian... movie star?"
"Yeah, that's me. Well, you can say it: the porn movie star. But I've retired so long ago. How come a young man like you knows who I am?"
"Oh, that's a long story. But you're the greatest! And the thickest! I can't believe I'm with Grossao, the stud of my dreams... I have to pinch myself..."
"I thought you were straight, you know. All those women..."
"Well, I am straight, in a way. I'll tell you about that later. Right now there's just one thing I have to ask you. Well, by now you can guess what it is..."
"Do you want to see him? Grossao?"
Juanito doesn't have to answer. He's already unzipping my fly and fishing for my hard dick. Grossao winks at me with his single eye --"what did I tell you? I know my guys..." -- and springs out in the fragrant air of this enchanted andalucian night.
"Ay dios mio! O my god! He's even bigger than I remembered! Some of my friends insisted that Grossao was really a prothesis, that no dick could be so thick. But I always knew he was real. Can I touch him?"
"Be my guest... Whatever you want to do with him, you're welcome. You know, Grossao is a big fan of yours, too..."
Juanito is in another world, kneeling on the grass to worship his idol. Tears of joy stream down his beautiful face as he cradles the giant piece of black male meat in his adoring hands. Gently, he lowers the erect fucktool till the wide head is level with his full red lips.
The flamenco star closes his eyes, enraptured, and gives Grossao a wet tongue kiss. With the amazing grace that only an accomplished performer is capable of, he opens his jaws miraculously wide and swallows the whole dick in one fell swoop. It's an act of devotion. He takes Grossao like one would take the host.
"Juanito, where are you? We're leaving!", a female voice shouts from the palace.
He disgorges Grossao with the same ease with which he took the giant dick down his gullet. PLOP!
"Sorry, it's my partner. I have to get rid of her and then I'll go meet you. We have to finish this. Where are you staying?"
"Right here, in the Alhambra inn. I have the royal suite".
"Great. Wait for me, I'll meet you there".
Grossao is mad at me.
"You shouldn't have let him go. What if he doesn't come back? It felt so good down his throat... Imagine how it would be up his ass..."
"Relax, dude, I'm sure he's coming back. Wanna bet?"
In matters of the heart Grossao never bets against me. And the flamenco dancer sounded so full of passion...
So I go to my suite and order tapas and some bottles of chilled manzanilla. There's a pool outside, in the terrace, overlooking Granada. I light a joint, fill a glass with the extra dry sherry and dip in the warm water, waiting for Juanito.
He appears coming from the shadows, after climbing a fence. By the pool, under the moonlight, he undresses slowly, making Grossao jump out of the water.
Juanito taps lightly his flamenco heels on the stone floor, accompanying himself with a slow beat. He raises his strong arms, hands twirling and fingers clicking. In a magical pass the white silk shirt comes off. His smooth skin looks like alabaster over the well muscled torso.
In thrall of his performance, I climb the marble steps out of the pool, with Grossao hard against my flat belly. I approach Juanito from behind and embrace his swaying waist. He pulls his black pants off like a stripper. Grossao is now throbbing against the dancer's plump buttocks, feeling their warmth and their fantastic strength.
As he dances, only Juanito's glutes move in his static body, heaving the powerful muscles under the smooth white skin. I climb down a few steps and Juanito moves with me, stomping on the side of the pool, so now my legs are in the water and my head reaches the dancer's butt.
I plunge my face between his strong, swaying buttocks. I smell the clean perfume of his sleek flesh as my tongue darts inside the deep cleft searching for his rosebud. To my surprise, his ring opens up and bites my tongue, sucking it in.
The vital energy from his flamenco stomping climbs up the sinewy legs and burns white hot in his gorgeous butt, where a hungry male pussy engages my tongue in a long wet kiss. This is clearly one of the most expert assholes I have ever found.
I climb back up, as we move along the border of the pool, my body sliding up against his. I'm now with my feet in the water, one step below him, and Grossao is again level with his butt. I shove my big wet dick between his tighs, gluing my groin to his soft buns.
Grossao's head emerges on the other side, lifting up Juanito's balls and hard cock. It's a short, very thick one, like Pablito's. On the beat of his flamenco dancing, Grossao's head vibrates against the smaller, perfectly sculpted head of Juanito's dick. The honey that drips from both cocks glue them together.
Juanito turns his handsome head to me. I catch the red lips in my mouth and dart my tongue around his. My hands play with his small hard nipples. Our eyes meet, full of lust and passion.
In a flourish of flamenco steps, he stomps forward, freeing Grossao from the grip of his thighs, then backwards, catching the bulky head with his strong buttocks. My cock has the amazing feeling of being sucked in and devoured by his magic butt.
Grossao disappears inside Juanito's tight ass, caught in a vise by his expert male pussy. The gorgeous dancer is fucking my dick with his asshole just as I'm fucking his butt. I've buggered thousands of males up the ass, but this is the first who, as I fuck him, makes me feel totally controled by his powerful buttocks.
We are equal partners in this dance. Juanito exhudes maleness and duende, the fiery spirit that inhabits only the best flamenco dancers. I stay as immobile as he is. Only his feet move, stomping on the stone floor, and that's enough to produce an incredible sexual energy that flows from his tight flesh to my thick hard dick, buried in him to the hilt.
We're locked in a perfect match, my hard meat now part of his luscious body. A sparkling current of erotic waves weave my skin to his. My thobbing dick pulses in synch with the inner gland deep in his chute. We're on our way to a mutual orgasm without having moved an inch away from each other.
In the last moment, I pull out from his male pussy and shove Grossao back between Juanito's thighs. Our dicks cum in unison, the glued heads gushing white foam in the soft andalucian breeze.
He stops his flamenco stomping and falls spent in my arms. I step out of the water and carry him to a bed set out with Moroccan pillows in the garden, by a fountain. I lay on top of Juanito, kissing him deeply, and Grossao gets hard again as I bring the handsome youth back from his ecstasy.
"That was the best fuck I ever had", I tell him. "Where did you learn that trick?"
"In the same place where I saw all of Grossao's tapes. I was raped by my uncle when I was 12. He enslaved me and put me to work for him. He owned a boy brothel in Tunis. There I found a collection of your old tapes. I learned everything from them. No other boy at the brothel was as much in demand as I was. When the men fucked me, I closed my eyes and imagined that it was you, Grossao. That's why I was the wildest, sexiest fuck in Tunis. I owe you that and now that my good fortune put you in my arms, I'm going to repay with every inch of my body".
I kneel between his legs and raise them up to remove his flamenco shoes. His feet are strong, beautifully sculpted, clad in silk stockings. I kiss each of his toes, biting through the sheer fabric, as he pulls Grossao back inside his hot male pussy.
He slides Grossao's head just past the entrance, and massages the huge glans with his expert ass lips, while he tells me his story. Slowly, I roll up each silk stocking, revealing his hairless, perfect calves, firm young white flesh where I plunge my teeth.
"My main act was inspired by a scene in one of your films, when you fuck a blond Hell's Angels type on his stationatery bike. The bike is on, and it's the motor's vibration that brings both of you to a wild orgasm. I loved that. Immobility is not exactly the staple of porn films, but for me that scene was the sexiest ever. So I tried to adapt it to my circumstances as a boy whore. I couldn't have a motorbike in my brothel room, but I come from a dinasty of great flamenco dancers. I found that the tapping and stomping of feet, in an otherwise immobile flamenco male body, creates the same kind of vibrations that would bring a dick, buried in my butt, to an intense orgasm. In time I developed the technique to new levels of intensity. Let me show you".
To my surprise, Juanito's butt sucks my whole dick in, with a single gulp. What an amazing control of his ass muscles! As I free his gorgeous feet from the silk stockings, he starts to dance on my strong chest, my face, my big arms, my washboard abs, my whole heavily muscled body.
He starts with light taps of his toes and heels, then shifts gear to a wild stomping, a volley of strong blows, then back to the softest touches, while he sings a seguidilla that speaks of his desire for my giant dick.
His footwork goes beyond my skin, deep into my muscles and bones. The flamenco massage excites me more than anything I have ever experienced. Grossao grows bigger and thicker inside his velvety enclosure.
What's even better, it's not just his feet that are playing. The moves come from inside his body, deep in his core, vibrating up his legs but starting in the bowels, where Grossao is fully lodged. The walls of his fucktunnel dance around the hard edges of my dick, swirling in a frenzy of erotic fever.
Juanito's swift cum jets land on his perfect feet, that I bite and kiss like a madman, my own dick fillling him with thick love froth. It feels like we cum for an eternity. I've never had so much pleasure.
We take a few breaths and Juanito keeps on with his story. I turn him belly down to have a better view of his magnificent ass.
Grossao gets hard again. He plays with the flamenco dancer's body, alternating his long strokes. First, sliding deep in the crack between Juanito's twin melons, until my balls are pressed against his quivering hole.
Then, diving under Juanito, crushing his balls and the short, thick dick against his groin, until Grossao's head hits the dancer's belly button.
While Grossao is playing at seesaw, Juanito keeps reminiscing.
"After a few years, together with my older brother, Paco, who was also a slave of my uncle's at the male brothel, we both stashed enough money to bribe our way to freedom and back to Andalucia. We made a pact, never to have sex with men again, and became perfectly straight macho men. But we had this intuition that one day we'd find you, Grossao, the stud not only of my dreams but also of my brother's. So we swore that the first to find Grossao would share you with the other brother. Paco became a famous matador and by coincidence he's appearing tomorrow in a bullfight here in Granada. I'll introduce you to him, he's gorgeous and very special. Oh Grossao, please, don't stop, I love what you're doing. I'm almost cumming again".
Grossao introduces a variation in his seesaw. Between the up and the down strokes he sneaks a middle one, plunging in Juanito's hot male pussy. That is enough to make the beautiful dancer stop his chatter and concentrate on being fucked by Grossao.
I want to show Juanito that there's much more to buttfucking than what you see in the movies. He has had a lot of experience as a boy, but he's never been exposed to a giant dick of Grossao's girth and length.
I grab Juanito by his ponytail and pull his head back. I call him "mi potranca", my female pony, and he neighs and prances to please his stud.
Grossao now gives him two deep stabs in the pussy for each down the crack and up the groin. Juanito cries for more. So its now three long, mighty shoves, before Grossao moves up and down on the dancer's frisky body.
"Fuck me! Fuck me my big black stallion!"
I hump Juanito like a black breeding toro mounting a young white calf. He brays and bellows when Grossao deflowers his innermost ring, where no male has ever reached.
Pulling hard on his ponytail, I slap Juanito's rump, making him cry for mercy. I have none. I want to make him whole again, male and female merged in one crazy bitch, taking my dick like a man and a woman, his hungry pussy milking the giant buttfucker for its lifegiving seed.
I cum so deep in the godlike youth, I can feel his internal organs getting out of the way to make room for my giant load. I breed him as my slut and he cums with me, humping back to get more dick, pumping Grossao with his fucktube to swallow more male juice, howling to the full moon like a she-wolf in heat.
We roll in each other's arms, lulled by the singing fountains, kissed by the sweet breeze scented with jasmine and rose, beneath trees and walls that watched over many centuries of lovemaking in these same enchanted gardens.
I kiss Juanito lightly on the back of his neck, hugging him from behind, Grossao well nested in the cum-filled male pussy. But I can only think of my encounter, tomorrow, with his brother Paco, the matador that will be Grossao's next fuck.
Jorge Alvarez grossao13@hotmail.com