Date: Tue, 07 Oct 2003 20:44:16 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: huge-and-thick/tails-of-the-alhambra/juanito

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