Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 16:19:55 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: grossao-pornstar/queen-of-the-hill-1

Grossao Pornstar/ Queen of the Hill 1
by Jorge Alvarez

Among all of Grossao's many films my favorite is based on the following
story.

QUEEN OF THE HILL 1

Hi! I'm Marcelo. If you watch Brazilian telenovelas, our soap operas, you
may not know my name but you've probably seen me. I'm the blond surfer from
Ipanema beach who's always dating the heroine. I'm The Hunk.

In the new telenovela now on the air, "Queen of the Hill", they gave me for
the first time a more demanding role, commensurate with my acting skills. I
play Xuxu (pronounced shoo-SHOO), a young man going through a sexual
identity crisis. He dates the heroine as usual but he's also very close to
her older brother, and I mean close. He's not gay, that is, not overtly. I
see him as exploring his homoeroticism. Very beautiful carachter.

I'm not gay myself, not at all. I was raised by my dad to be a real man. I
have nothing against them, you see, that's why I accepted taking the part of
Xuxu, but it's just not my thing. I like women. They like me. I'm a ladies
man.

My troubles started when the author decided to make the part of Xuxu a
little bolder. He makes a little money posing as a nude model at the school
of fine arts in Rio. So every evening the Brazilian family sits around the
TV to watch long, loving shots of my bare butt. I felt somewhat embarassed
in the beginning, but now I've got used to it.

I actually have a great butt. That's what women like the most about me, even
though I'm quite well hung. They say my big, powerful glutes turn them on.
The white, smooth buns, set against a dark tan line, the round, heavy butt
cheeks, the deep cleft crowned by two sexy dimples, my whole behind became
the talk of the nation.

Brazil is a country devoted to "bunda", that is, butt, the national passion.
Both female and male. And though Brazilian TV has always been much more
sexually liberated than American TV, my ass is the first to be shown naked,
every night, in big close-ups and loving detail. It became the logo for the
show, promoted in huge billboards all over Brazil. I may not be a huge
celebrity, but my butt is. A national symbol, like our flag and Pele.

It's strange but I make more money hosting parties than as an actor. My
agent books me in every debutant ball and charity fundraiser in town. That's
how I ended up hired for the weekend as the MC for a summer festival at
Rocinha hill, one of the largest favelas, or slums, in Rio.

My limo drops me at the top of the hill, the fortress of the favela boss. I
have my shades on. The noon sun dazzles me, reflected on the huge expanse of
Atlantic ocean framed by tall mountains and stretching out from the Rio
beaches to the horizon.

Henchmen armed with assault guns bring me to the boss. He's a tall, muscular
black male, quite handsome, really impressive. I'm sure you never heard of
him, he's not famous like me. He's called Grossao. Funny name. It means
hugely thick. I wonder why...

"Xuxu! I'm so glad you're here! I'm your biggest fan, and I mean biggest...
Give me your hand, give me a hug..."

My hand is large but it disappears in his huge paw. He caresses the palm of
my hand  with his big fat finger. What's this? Those black guys have those
intricate hand greetings, it must be that. He hugs me in his powerful arms
and I can swear he fondles my butt a little longer than appropriate. Well, I
must be paranoid. He's just being friendly. Black guys are like that.

I know I have to be careful. I've heard stories. Those black thugs like to
fuck white guys, or so they say. Not me. I'm not one of those. I'm not Xuxu.
I'm Marcelo the Hunk and they're going to respect me. Even the boss. Even
Grossao.

"Xuxu, this is Marcao. He's going to be your bodyguard while you're here.
He'll watch over you. Unfortunately our place is not entirely safe..."

"Thank you Mr. Grossao. I'm sorry but I should point out that I'm Marcelo,
I'm not Xuxu. I know everybody knows me by his name but I'm not him. I'm a
real man, you see..."

"Yes, of course, Xuxu, I mean, Marcelo. You're the Hunk!"

He hugs me again, laughing and winking at his henchmen. As he fondles my
butt again I have the awful feeling that I fell into a trap. But I'm just
seeing things. Don't freak out Marcelo! You're the Man! These black thugs
have to respect you!

As per our contract, they have provided me with a nice apartment overlooking
the ocean with a huge terrace. I'm surprised by so much luxury at the top of
a slum hill. I dress for the ball, always under the eyes of Marcao. I see,
through a mirror, that this big black thug is eyeing my butt when I get
naked.

I find it funny and put on a little show for him. I wag my tail to get into
the tight black pants of my MC costume. I stop my little game when I see
that he's getting hard, tenting his loose pants. I don't want Marcao to get
me wrong. I'm a real macho!

At the ball I dance with all the sweet black girls who are my fans. At least
they are respectful and call me Marcelo. As I dance, I notice that Grossao
is always around, ogling my butt. He makes sly comments to his henchmen,
laughing lewdly at me. Several times, he calls me Xuxu.

What bugs me is that I'm enjoying his attention. There's something appealing
in him. He's a powerful man, exuding masculinity. I normaly don't like black
people but I find myself wanting to be like him, a handsomely dark,
all-macho King of the Hill.

After the ball I go back to my suite with Marcao. He offers me a fat joint
that we smoke at the balcony, watching the string of pearls down along the
beaches, the white surf against the dark ocean, the stars glowing above and
the full moon starting to rise from the sea.

Marcao is a nice guy, like a big puppy, funny and warm. I feel safe cuddling
against his huge body, protected by him against the cool breeze that blows
from the Atlantic. He wraps a powerful arm around my waist as we laugh at
his dirty jokes. Then we go to bed.

Marcao tells me he's under strict instructions from Grossao to sleep in the
bed with me, so he can react promptly if someone sneaks in and tries to kill
me. I dind't know it was so dangerous here! I feel scared and welcome Marcao
under my sheets. As usual I sleep naked, and so does Marcao. I feel like
sleeping with a big brother, safe and sound.

I dream like an angel, deep marijuana dreams. Suddenly I wake up, feeling a
heavy weight over my butt. I realize it's Marcao's leg, bent over me. He has
his arm around my waist and a huge thigh resting on my buttocks. Strangely,
I have a raging hard on. I feel something big and hard nudging at my butt
cheeks. It's his cock!

I try to escape from under him but Marcao is sound asleep and heavy as a
log. I can't budge. Better to get used to his weight. It doesn't feel so
bad. It's actually a new, wonderful sensation, this big man lying over me.
His huge leg pressed against my buttocks makes my ass feel protected and
loved.

I'm a little annoyed by the hard dick between my buns. It feels huge. I
squeeze my asshole, shutting it tight, in case Marcao gets any ideas and
tries to stick his big cock in my virgin rosebud. I wonder how it would
feel. Terrible pain, for sure. How can so many guys take it up the ass?
That's crazy.

But the contact of the hot male meat against my smooth buns is not that bad.
Actually a pretty marvelous feeling. Am I turning gay?! No! It's just some
sort of male intimacy, two guys sharing their companionship in a more
physical way, just that.

Marcao shifts and grunts. He's waking up. He's startled, clearly embarassed.

"Oh, Xuxu, I mean Marcelo! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me get off
you..."

"No Marcao, don't be sorry, that's ok. I was actually enjoying it quite a
bit..."

"Really? But you told me you're not gay..."

"Yes, I mean no, I'm not, but two straight men can cuddle like that, can't
they? It feels so good..."

"Yeah, it feels great... Your ass under my leg, mmmmm, just like a big soft
cushion. You know, I have wet dreams about you all the time. And when I see
you on TV I have to run to the loo to jack off. You're my dream come true,
Xuxu... Marcelo!"

"Marcao, you don't have to go that far, please. Let's keep it cool between
us, ok? Just friends..."

"Of course, of course. But as you said, two male friends can have some fun
together, can't they? You like the feeling of my dick between your buns,
don't you?"

"Well... Yeah... Not too bad... No, leave it there! It feels great..."

"Have you ever had a butt massage?"

"Butt massage? No..."

"Want one?"

I don't have to answer. By now Marcao is reading my mind. I know I'm playing
with fire. At some point I'll have to stop this little game before it gets
too sexual. I don't want him to fuck me, really. Not yet. Oh God, I'm
getting so confused...

Jorge Alvarez
grossao13@hotmail.com

Buttfucking central: check from the same author the renewed series "Black
Brazilian Soccer Stud" at nifty/interracial.