Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2008 11:00:04 +0300
From: Jorge Grossao <grossaoisback@hotmail.com>
Subject: dear-grossao/i-dont-want-to-be-gay

I DON'T WANT TO BE GAY
by Jorge Alvarez

Dear Grossao, I ran across your stories while trying to help a young man to
change from gay to straight. I'm a former Navy seal officer and an
evangelical minister. I, myself, had homosexual tendencies when I was
young, especially regarding the father of this young man. But I found the
right way and I'm helping others. Then I ran into you, Grossao.

Juan is the name of this young man, who is in his late teens. His father,
Manuel, asked me to help him. He caught Juan with another boy. So I took
Juan with me to what I call a personal boot camp, just the two of us. I
have developed a very effective way of correcting deviant sexual behavior,
putting men back into the right path.

So I take Juan up the Sierra, in cold weather, and make him run up and down
the hills every day, swim in freezing water, carry heavy rocks and
otherwise spend every waking minute busy, to keep his mind off this sexual
obsession with men.

I admire Juan's strength. He's a big boy, like his dad at his age. Manuel
was also a Navy seal when I met him. Very muscular, with smooth white
Latino skin, large brown eyes and a killer smile. I am myself black, a
little bigger and stronger than Manuel and Juan, tall like a basketball
player.

Juan has, like his dad, incredibly powerful buttocks, very masculine. I
used to long for those big round globes, but I learned to check my evil
impulses.

The first day, after all the hard work, Juan collapses when we lie down in
our tent. We have just one sleeping bag to share, which makes sense in the
freezing weather. We need to keep our bodies close to get warm. I watch
Juan's beautiful face as he falls asleep. I think of the bright future
ahead of him, with a pretty wife and happy kids.

Then I notice that Juan is clutching some sheets of paper that he was
starting to read when he fell asleep, a computer printout of stories he
found online. Your erotic stories, Grossao. I take the papers without
disturbing him and start to read.

As I read your devilish plots of seduction, a strange heat takes over my
body, a tingling sensation from head to toes. And sure enough, my cock
starts to become engorged and soon I have a raging hardon. All that caused
by your filthy words.

You were describing how an older black man was aroused by the sight of a
younger white boy's buttocks. And that's exactly the situation I find
myself in. Juan has turned on his side, the top leg bended, offering me an
exquisite view of his naked backside. I can't help but stare at the amazing
shape of his ass, the spit image of his father's at his age...

It all comes back to me, that night when Manuel and I shared a sleeping bag
in boot camp, alone in our tent. The sight of those white, smooth
buttocks... And the same raging hardon... Our warm embrace when he reached
for me and pulled me against his hot body, me hugging him from
behind... The way he gently guided my throbbing manhood to the entrance to
his hungry hole... Manuel was not inexperienced, quite the opposite. He
showed me that night all the wonders of male-to-male love. And secretly we
became lovers.

But that was before we found the right path, before we both got married,
had kids and I became involved in gay-to-straight boot camps. And now here
I am, because of you, Grossao, back to the old ways, horny for Manuel's
boy, the strong and beautiful Juan, offering me his naked buttocks just
like his father had.

I am too ashamed to beg the Lord to help me. So I address my guardian
angels, begging them to have mercy on me.

"It's out of love that I am like this", I tell them. "It's an enormous
tenderness for this beautiful boy that makes my dick so big... Please let
me touch him, just once, and I promise I won't do him any harm, I just want
to make love to him".

And so, shaking all over, I rest my hands on his smooth thighs. He keeps
snoring. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own, caressing the silky
skin, sliding towards the gorgeous buttocks that heave softly with his deep
breath.

I promise my angels that I will take only a quick peek at the boy's anus
and that will be it. So I squeeze my hands between his strong thighs and
raise my fingers against the full cheeks of his round buns, opening them
up.

Then I see, in the amber light of our tent's lamp, the pink rosebud, in the
center of a small crown of short, smooth hairs, clearly no longer virgin,
just like his dad's, looking more like a little pussy than a proper boy's
asshole.

Manuel had told me how he had caught his son under a black boy, humping
back to get a huge cock up his ass. Just like his dad at his age, he can't
get enough. A real slut for big black dick. And I had promised Manuel that
I was going to put his son back into the right path.

But now, at the sight of the marvelous male pussy that opens and closes its
sweet lips with the boy's gentle breathing, I make a deal with my
angels. Just the head... Yes, let me place just the head of my dick on that
wonderful ring of soft flesh, for a moment, and Ill lead a righteous life
for the rest of my days.

And so I lean closer to the sleeping boy, carefully hold his butt cheeks
open with my hands and aim my raging hardon at his irresistible male
pussy. Just when my hard glans touches the tender lips and a big drop of
honey flows from the eye at the tip of my cock down the tiny mouth of his
pucker, Juan gives a deep sigh and moves in his sleep.

I almost fall on top of him, but manage to hold myself up. But I can't
avoid the inevitable. The head of my cock slips inside the welcoming hole,
and gets trapped in the squeeze of the tight male pussy.

I fear above all to wake him up. What will Juan think if he finds me with
my penis inside his anus? All my effort to change his ways would be for
nothing. So I decide to let nature take its course, to take the path of
least resistance, which in this case is to allow my big cock to gradually
disappear inside his gorgeous ass.

Juan sighs again. He is having some sort of sweet dream in which he moans
softly. I lie by his side, my dick now deeply embedded in his body, and
rest my face against the smooth back, smelling his delicious manly scent.

I remember how his dad and I used to stay like that for hours, almost
immobile, lying against each other, his ass barely moving, squeezing my
cock with each breath, and only once in a while I would flex my hard meat,
making him shudder...

That's how I take the son, opening his young flesh, feeling at home in the
firm embrace of my penis by his warm temple of male flesh. Waves of manly
love flow uniting our bodies. I swear I can hear my angels singing. Hot
currents of light surge up in my groins and I feel the amazing release of
years of pent up lust, exploding through my cock and into his body.

Even more wonderful, the sleeping boy reaches a powerful orgasm in perfect
synch, his soft pussy squeezing my dick hard, draining the last jets of cum
from my balls. I sleep with my cock still plunged in his hot ass, and I
wake up several times during the night, again hard, and reach new multiple
orgasms, always together with the snoring Juan.

The next day nor he nor I say a word about what happened during the
night. As the day goes on, I push him even harder, so he will be exhausted
and will sleep even deeper at night. I can't wait to find my pleasure again
between those lovely buttocks.

And so at night in the tent, with my angels as my accomplices, I take Juan
from behind in his sleep. But I start to notice that his sleep is not as
sound as it seems. His snoring is uneven, and the way he moves his hips,
humping back to meet my thrusts, makes me suspect that he is not entirely
innocent.

So after I fuck him, I pretend to be snoring in deep sleep. But my cock is
still rock hard inside his ass. I feel that Juan is awaken, working his
pussy on my cock. He moans like a bitch and talks to himself.

"Fuck how I love your big black dick, man, I've never been so well fucked!
I only wish you could own it that you love to fuck me and drop all that
gay-to-straight shit. God what a fucker! I only wish you weren't sleeping
and you could hear me just as I heard you when I pretended to be sleeping
the whole time and you talked about how you fucked my dad and how my pussy
is just like his. I only wish dad would get real too and own his desire for
you, we could all be happy and our pussies too".

I hear him and I shudder when I realize, Grossao, that Juan is right, we
could be happy. But no, I can't allow myself to surrender to your filth!
Please my angels, help me, I don't want to be gay!

Suddenly I realize that I'm screaming, "I don't want to be gay", and at the
same time I'm cumming like a bull deep inside Juan's ass.

"Yes, fuck me", he yells, "cum in my pussy you big black stud... You're the
man I want and now you are mine".

Please Grossao, help me, my angels have left me and I don't know what to
do. As I'm writing to you, Juan is sitting on my lap, slamming his pussy
down on my hard dick. Fuck, I'm gonna cum, talk to you later.

grossaoisback@hotmail.com