Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 16:26:54 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: grossao-pornstar/press-junket-1

PRESS JUNKET 1
by Jorge Alvarez

My friend Jan calls me asking for help. He has to fly to Holland to stay
with his sick Mom. Can I replace him in a job he took here in L.A.? It's a
live interview for a Dutch radio in a movie press junket. They pay very well
and I'll be staying at the Four Seasons. I can even bring a guest. I say
yes, of course.

Jan and I are both Dutch. I was a doctor in Holland, but I got fed up with
my work there and after I divorced I moved to California with my son. I
don't have a license to practice here, so I make do with odds and ends,
freelance jobs, just like Jan does. I get him work, he gets me work, so it
all works out well.

I decide to take my son Piet with me. Jan tells me to check in the next day
at the hotel. There, I'll meet the publicists who'll take care of the
technical aspects of the live feed to AS Radio in Amsterdam. The radio will
fax me a script. All I have to do is follow the script.

I never heard of the movie star I'll be interviewing. He's from Brazil
originally, a black guy called Grossao. I have no idea how to pronounce his
name, but I don't care. I also don't know anything about his film, which is
called "Going Dutch".

Jan tells me that Mr. Grossao lives in Amsterdam, where he shoots his films,
and speaks Dutch fluently, so I don't have to worry.

"Wim, you're gonna love this job. I'm really sorry that I can't make it but
I'm happy for you. You're gonna ask for more, my friend! And so will your
son..."

So we check in at the hotel. Wonderful, really five stars! Piet goes down to
the bar, and I stay in bed because I want to be fresh for the job in the
morning. My son comes back very late. I guess he found some sexy chick at
the bar and made out with her.

Piet and I are both big blond guys, over six feet, and very athletic. We
play ice hockey, soccer and are part of a group of Dutch guys in L.A. who
practice all-terrain biking. So our muscles are very well developed. Both of
us are a hit with the girls around here.

But let's get straight to the press junket. The publicists give me a
technician who speaks Dutch. A young guy who looks very gay to me, but what
the fuck. No problem, I'm not a bigot. My medical specialty is proctology,
so I've had a lot of them as patients back in Holland.

I've always wondered why those guys love to take it up the ass. It must be
so painful! And I've seen ugly cases of boys and men who took really big
penises up there and were kind of ravaged. I have to confess that handling a
beautiful male behind sometimes gave me a hardon, but that doesn't make me
gay!

Anyway, I know a gay guy when I see one and Nys, the young technician, is a
flaming queen. Quite handsome, blond, blue eyes. Ducth from his mother's
side. He trains me to use the headphone that will connect me to AS Radio. I
don't like it when he touches my arms and back, obviously enjoying my
powerful muscles.

I like it even less when he sits by my son and shows Piet how to handle the
controls on the sound console. I can see the faggot is touching my son's
bulging thighs. And Piet doesn't seem to mind. They're whispering and
giggling and getting too intimate for my taste. But I have to concentrate on
doing my job.

Over the headphone, the Dutch announcer in Amsterdam welcomes me, very
friendly, and explains that we're going to have a live audience in the room
here, mostly guys who work in the film and Mr. Grossao's guests. The
audience is expected to participate in the interview. I complain that I
still haven't got the script. It's coming in a minute, the guy says.

Mr. Grossao and his entourage enter the room. He's incredibly tall and very
handsome, for a black guy. He must spend all his time lifting weight. His
muscles are awesome. Huge arms and pecs. I'm startled by the bulge in his
pants. I usually don't look at a man's crotch, of course, but his is so
impressive I can't avoid staring. When I look up at him, he's chuckling. He
shakes my hand, and it disappears in his huge paw.

"So, Mr. Wim, I'm glad you're here. Very nice to meet you! I'm sad for Jan,
I really love the guy, but I'm sure you'll do the job as well as he'd have
done... Man! You look gorgeous! What work-out is that that gives you such a
great body?"

"Oh, my son Piet and I we do a lot of sports together. Let me introduce you
to him. Piet!"

"Piet and I have already met. We... bumped into each other last night at the
hotel bar. Hi Piet! How're you doing? Too sore?"

"No, Grossao, I'm really fine. Just a little itchy, if you know what I
mean..."

"That's my boy! Now, Mr. Wim, are we ready to start?"

"I guess so, we have one minute to go. But I haven't received the script
yet..."

"Oh, don't worry about that... Just ask me some general questions about the
film and the audience will take care of the rest. Trust me, I'll guide you
through the whole thing. Just breath, relax and let go. You're gonna love
it".

"Well, if you say so. It's really the first time I work for AS Radio, and
I'm sure you've done a lot of interviews for them, so I'll let you lead me,
so to speak..."

"Yeah, that's the idea. Leave everything to Grossao and you'll have the ride
of your life, sir. May I call you Wim?"

"Yeah, of course... Grossao... Am I saying your name right?"

"No, but I love the way you say it. Keep it like that".

Our audience is composed of a bunch of black and white studs, kind of wild.
I feel a strong surge of sexual energy in the room, quite unexpected. I
don't know what kind of film "Going Dutch" is but it's certainly not family
fare...

Nys gives us the countdown. Five, four, three, two, one. We're live! The
announcer's voice from Amsterdam booms through our loudspeakers.

"Good evening and welcome to Anal Sex Radio, Amsterdam! Tonight we have live
from Los Angeles our favorite pornstar! The one and only, Grossao! Welcome
to our studios, stud! With us live form L.A. to host the interview is our
compatriot Wim. How're you doing, Wim?"

Jorge Alvarez
grossao13@hotmail.com