Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 17:57:17 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: grossao-pornstar/semester-abroad-in-africa-1

SEMESTER ABROAD IN AFRICA 1
by Jorge Alvarez

Grossao sometimes works as an actor in films based on other guys' stories,
like this one, in which he plays professor Bamba.

1
I just arrived in Dakar for my semester abroad. I'm lodged with a Senegalese
familiy, very nice people. At the University our group of American students
was welcomed by professor Amadou Bamba, a tall, imposing guy, very friendly.
He warns us that this is a very conservative society in which homosexualism
is a no-no. There are laws against it and if one is caught in the act one
could spend a lot of time in prison. I'll have to behave, no sex with the
natives...

Damn, the reason I came to Africa is my love for big black dicks. And now
I'm told they're out of bounds... I ogle the studs on the streets and
they're gorgeous, loose-limbed, well-muscled, with huge bulges in their
crotches. Professor Bamba, for instance. When he sits down in front of our
class I stare at his basket. The outline of a huge, thick cock is clearly
visible through the thin cotton fabric of his pants.

The funny thing is, maybe I'm wrong but I get the impression that I turn
them on. I'm tall too, and very muscular, I'm a football player in college,
blond, blue eyes, quite handsome. When I'm walking around, men turn their
heads to watch my pretty bubble butt, and they whistle. What's going on? Are
they just glad to see an American? Or are they horny for me? Because of
professor Bamba's warnings I'm too scared to check.

2
I'm living with Mrs. Diouf and her second husband, a much younger black stud
called Youssouf. She has a son from her first marriage, Doudou, who is 21,
two years older than me. I have to share the bed with him, there's very
little furniture in the house.

Doudou has a girlfriend, Lamia. They neck around all day. He gets an obvious
hardon but in this Islamic society she's supposed to remain a virgin until
they get married. One night, I go with Doudou to take Lamia home, then we go
to a bar to down a few beers and go back home to sleep. As usual, we sleep
naked, it's too hot in here.

He's drunk and he snores. He's bigger than me and our bed is quite narrow. I
try to squeeze myself so I won't touch him, but tonight he's all over the
place, spreading his arms and legs. I turn to lie on my belly. Then I feel
his heavy leg thrown over my hip. His powerful thigh is pressing down on my
buttocks. It feels great, I let him.

I feel Doudou's hard dick against my butt. It's huge! I want him, but I
don't dare to move. He must be dreaming of his girlfriend. Then he trashes
form side to side, mumbling something in his sleep, and throws his big body
over me. He's so heavy, I can barely breath. His huge hard dick is now
lodged between my thighs, the head pressing against my asshole.

Thank god I'm not a virgin, buttwise. But I need some lube. I spit on my
hand and wet the hole. He keeps snoring and mumbling wildly. He hugs me in
his arms and shoves his hips forward. That's enough to push the big head
through my rosebud. He's in.

He's really huge. I wince in pain but I can't make any sound. I bite my own
hand. Then the pain magically goes away. I'm opening up, my anus loose and
hungry for his big black dick. It slides all the way in, making me shiver
with lust, I never felt so full down there, overstuffed as they say. I've
never been fucked by a sleeping man before. I wonder if he's really asleep
or just pretending.

I squeeze his cock in my chute and he moans. He rewards me with a shove.
He's not new to buttfucking. He knows what turns a guy on, fucking me deep
and hard. Doudou bites my ear, and I know he's about to cum. Too soon for
me, alas. He shoots deep in me, a big hot load. Then he rolls to the side
and goes back to snoring. I beat my meat and cum in my cupped hand. I
swallow my own cum, and go to sleep dreaming of a forest of huge black
dicks, waving at me.

3
The next morning it's as if nothing had happened. I keep mum about our quick
fuck. Does he even remember it? Doudou is his usual self, boisterous, funny,
always talking about his girlfriend. Then at night after we've pretended to
sleep for a while, his hand is all over my butt, his hard cock against me. I
lie on the side, pull his dick between my buttocks, aim it and the head
slips in easily. I've lubed myself with KY before coming to bed. He's quiet,
but awake. He moves his hips back and forth, slowly. He's taking his time,
enjoying my tight, hungry ass. This time I come before him. And then back to
sleep. Not a word, nothing in the morning, just the usual jokes. Where is
this taking me?

This goes on night after night. I'm happy with the sex, it feels great to
have that big thing inside me, but during the day my mind wonders, I'm more
and more confused. I'm even more aroused than before, I get constant hardons
watching all the black studs around, and they glance back, though nothing
ever happens. This is driving me crazy.

One night I'm alone in bed, Doudou went out with Lamia. I pretend to sleep
when he gets back. He lies alongside me and starts to caress my naked butt
in the dark. He's never been so tender. I moan as his fingers slide inside
the crack between my buttocks and find the hole. He sticks one thick finger
in, then two. I'm moaning in pleasure, begging him to fuck me.

When the head of the hard dick pushes in through the lips of my wet male
pussy, it feels so much thicker. I turn my head back but I can't see him in
the dark. "Doudou?", I ask. "No, it's Youssouf. Doudou called, he's sleeping
with his girlfriend. Damn, you're so tight and warm, just as Doudou told
me..."

Damn, the man of the house, Doudou's stepfather, is fucking me. His stepson
has told him. Who else knows? All these thoughts just go away as I
concentrate on the wonderful sensation of being fucked by this much more
experienced man, with a much bigger cock. He's amazing.

Unlike Doudou, Youssouf plays with my body and says sexy things in my ear,
in French and Wolof. My little bitch, what a fine pussy you have, you love
this big black dick, don't you, white slut? I'm going to make you come in
your ass, boy, just like a woman, you want that? I've been horny for this
smooth white butt since you first walked in here you know. When Doudou told
me you love to take it up the ass, I talked him into spending the night
away, so I could have you. Damn you're so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming
white boy, deep in your male cunt, take it boy, take my African spunk!

He makes me cum alright, he's awesome. Finally I'm getting what I expected
from Africa. A stud who fucks me with a lot of tender love and care. He
tells me that if I stay home in the morning instead of going to school,
pretending to be sick, after his wive leaves for work he'd like to play with
me a lot more.

So now I stay home and after she leaves he fucks me all around the house, in
their bed, in the kitchen, me bending over the stove or the sink and him
ramming me from behind, or we take long baths in the tub, I sit on his dick
and pump the cum out of his giant cock. Youssouf, Youssouf, I moan, cum in
me, cum in me, fuck me!

Then the rainy season ends and he takes me to the beach. We rent a cabin to
change our clothes. He fucks me in there. I'm wearing tight white speedos
that leave most of my cute bubble butt out. Once we're lying on the sand I
see that a lot of studs are turned on by the sight of my big white ass.

A big guy comes over and talks to Youssouf in Wolof. He gives my lover some
money. Youssouf tells me to go to the cabin and wait for the guy there. I
lie on the cot inside the cabin, bare-assed, and the black stud walks in,
takes his shorts off and shows me a dick almost as big as Youssouf's. He
lies on top of me, opens my thighs rudely and shoves his dick in. Just like
that. No tender words, no fondling, no foreplay, nothing. I'm a whore and
I'm treated as such.

But I like the rough, quick hard shoves deep inside me, the way he pins me
down and submits me utterly to his will, his wild male lust. He fucks like
an animal, a jungle beast, and that turns me on, even more than Youssouf's
tenderness. I cum like crazy, moaning and trashing, and he shoots a huge
load up my ass, then pulls off, cleans himself and leaves.

I'm still enjoying the afterglow of the fantastic orgasm he gave me when
another guy comes in. This one looks older, built like a brickhouse, a
stevedore. He sits on the cot and tells me to sit on his dick. It's shorter
than Youssouf's, but much thicker, like a black tree stump. I have a hard
time, squealing in pain, but I manage to get the big mushroom head in, and
then I slam my butt down on his lap and that's it, he cums and cums, biting
my ears. I love it.

When the burly man leaves I glimpse through the door and see a bunch of
black guys waiting outside, talking to Youssouf. Who's next, I ask in my
basic Wolof. They all laugh and in comes a slender, tall young man, with an
incredibly long cock, it must be 12 inches or more. He goes where no one has
gone before, and makes me cum twice before he's done.

I can hear the other guys protesting outside, this one took too long,
they're impatient to fuck the American slut. When we head home in the
afternoon, I have more than a dozen cum loads in my bowels and Youssouf's
pockets are overflowing with money.

He takes me to the bath tub and washes the cum caked all over my body. Then
he fucks me, long and slow, his cock plunging in the pool of cum left inside
me by his buddies. He calls me a slut, a whore, that makes him even hornier,
and me too. I'm drifting in a haze of constant male sex, floating in a cloud
of cum, I'm in heaven.

Every morning now it's the same thing. Some of our clients become regulars,
among them the thick-dick stevedore and the tall young man with the long
cock. They complain because Youssouf has increased my price, from around 10
bucks to 15, to face the growing demand. Now when I walk through the streets
of Dakar I recognize many guys who have fucked me in the beach cabin. They
pretend not to see me, they're usually with their wifes or girlfriends. I'm
just a whore.

Then one day Youssouf tells me that professor Bamba is mad at me, because I
stopped going to his classes.

"Do you know him?"

"He's my uncle".

"Have you told him?"

"No, of course not".

So I go back to school. Professor Bamba glares at me and tells me to meet
him in his office after class. What does that imposing black stud have in
store for me?

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