Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2009 08:07:06 -0400 From: Jorge Grossão Subject: athletics/grossao/fucked-on-the-train FUCKED ON THE TRAINby Grossao grossao.wordpress.com twitter.com/grossao I'm traveling to Boston in the Acella, typing one of my stories on the MacBook Air. Sitting across the table from me is a big black guy, a well known basketball player, he plays for the Celtics. He's very sexy, I'm horny for him. We chat a little about the train, the beautiful day. The young black hunk is curious about the laptop. "Pretty nifty", he says. "Mind if I take a look?" I pass him the very light, thin device, he cradles it in his huge hands. I'm staring at his thick fingers and drooling. "Wow, really nifty. In what language are you writing? I can't understand a word". "Portuguese, I'm from Brazil, but I write in English too. Speaking of nifty, that's the name of the gay erotic stories archive site where I keep my stories. I have a blog too". "No way. Are you the writer of the Grossao stories?" "Yup". "But you're a white guy! Grossao is black". "I can put myself in a black guy's shoes, just have to use my imagination". "Man, you've got a lot of imagination. I love your stories. How do you know what a horny black dude like me feels about... How should I put it..." "Butt fucking?" "Yeah, I love that expression. Butt fucking and all that big dick thing, it drives me crazy. I cum a lot beating my meat, reading your stories". "Thanks, I write them with big black guys like you in mind. From the size of your hands and the thickness of your fingers I guess you have a huge dick yourself". "You've been sizing me up since I sat here, huh? What are you, a size queen?" "You can put it that way. So tell me, how big?" "You have to find for yourself, Mr... What's your name? I'm Leon." "Jorge, like Grossao. OK, let me find out". I take my shoes and socks off and rub my feet on Leon's muscular thighs. He's so hot. He laughs and opens his fly. I can't see his crotch under the table but my toes find the huge cock, already hard as steel, hot as burning coal. "Omigod, it's humongous. I'm trying to measure it against the soles of my feet, let me guess, 13 inches, like Grossao?" "HIgher". "Wow, yeah, you're much bigger than my feet. Sixteen?" "And a half. How's that, Mr. Jorge? Beats your Grossao, huh?" "Oh God thanks for sending me this miracle of manhood. It feels so good, throbbing between my feet". "It will feel better pumping between your buttocks. I watched you boarding the train, you have a hot ass, white boy, makes me real horny". "You want to fuck me here on the train?" "Yeah, in the restroom, now". "Fuck, I'm not sure I'm ready for a cock that big". "That's what white guys always say in your stories and you know how they all end". "Yes, they all turn into Grossao's bitches. But he's just 13 inches. Even that I don't know if I could take, the most I got was ten, eleven. I fantasize about bigger ones but it's just in my imagination, I never faced a real one". "Your moment of truth has arrived, Jorge. Are you really a size queen? Make your choice. Whopper can't wait to fuck your pretty ass". "Is that his name, Whopper? How appropriate. Fuck, I might as well take him, I guess a chance like that comes one's way just once in a lifetime. And if I die, I'll die happy". "That's very brave of you, let's go". While we wait in line for the restroom, Leon can't keep his hands off my butt. He's already taking possession of what is rightly his. I'm so scared, I let him do whatever he wants with my body. I feel like putty in his beefy hands. He presses his crotch against my round, bulging buttocks and pretends to hump me. He doesn't care what the other people in the line will think, neither do I. We lock ourselves in and I have to suppress a cry of surprise and excitement when he drops his pants and out jumps a black giant much larger than I imagined. It's longer than my forearm and much thicker. The head is bigger than my closed fist. The uncut skin is a deep dark chocolate, with a folded hood from which the head springs up, hypnotizing me with its single, moist eye. The enormous shaft is covered with thick throbbing veins, and it gets thicker at the base, from which hangs of pair of heavy, ripe black mangoes in a taut, hairy sac. I feel I'm going to faint. Leon catches me on my way down and holds my head to his crotch, crushing his balls on my face. I look up and all I can see is his gigantic manhood towering over me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and surrender. He tries to shove his balls in my mouth, but they're too big. I open my lips wider, my tongue madly lapping his rugged skin. I hear the cum boiling in his nuts, ready to shoot into my body. I work my way up to the massive head, I want it inside me. I give it a tongue bath, savour the honey that spurts from the open eye, such a strong, manly taste, the flavor of my new master. I look into his fierce eyes and make him groan with pleasure when I open my mouth super wide and take him down my gullet, gagging and spurting, like a hungry dog swallowing a giant bone. "Good boy, yeah, suck that big fat dick. Suck it, boy". Leon knows how to turn a man into his bitch. He holds me by the ears and with a slam dunk shoves the rest of his mammoth dick in. My squeals are muffled by the giant fucker stuck in my gullet. Tears shoot from my eyes, I can't breath, my neck is swollen in the effort of taking the huge log of hard male meat. He chokes me until I get red in the face, then releases my head and the Whopper pops out with a loud PLOP! like a champagne cork. I gasp for air and go back on it, gulp it down like a hungry bitch, swallow the whole fucking giant until my lips hit his pubes and I can't go no further. "Good boy, you're a really good cocksucker, yeah, squeeze my Whopper in your throat, baby, you're doing great". I love the compliment, it rewards me for my efforts. I never knew I could take a cock that large in me. I'm wondering if my asshole will be just as open as my mouth. Probably more, I hope. I just don't know. It took me a while, back in Brazil, to get used to the biggest ones, and they were much smaller than the Whopper. Rafael Alencar, the Brazilian pornstar (take a look at his videos in the sidebar on the right), has fucked me a few times, with his 10-inch very thick fuck tool. He made me scream with his long stabbing thrusts, every time pulling all the way out, to watch my poor asshole beg him to shove it back in, before plunging in like a maniac, he's so hot. But Rafael's dick is tiny compared to Leon's. Not even Grossao, my imaginary fucker, compares to the Whopper. He's pumping my throat now, fast and furious, and I submit to the will of my stud, letting him burst through my gullet with punishing hard blows of the massive head deep inside me. With my shaking hands I feel his heavy nuts tightening, I squeeze them hard and the first cum shot lands in my gut, scalding hot. He pulls out and fills my mouth to overflow with thick male cream. I keep it without swallowing, I'm going to use it as lube to prepare my hole for the assault. He's still rock hard and I know what he wants next. He forces my head down on the toilet cover, kicks my legs open and aims his cock at my back entrance. I barely have time to spit his cum load in my hands and grease my quivering ring with it. The pressure of the Whopper's huge head on my tender flesh is terrible. Now I know what Grossao's victims feel in the last moment before they're taken. Terror, and also total lust for the macho fucker. Fuck the pain, I need him inside me. Leon covers my face with one hand, to muffle my screams. Later he tells me he fucks one guy or more in the train restroom every time he takes the Acella. He knows they'll scream, and takes care of that. The mean fucker doesn't care if it hurts, he just wants to take his new bitch. And take me he does. The pain is so sharp I see the stars, like in a cartoon. But it's real. Fucking real. What was I thinking, taking a 16-inch thick dick up my ass. Now it's too late. I go beyond the pain into total surrender, let go of any defenses, breath, relax and start to enjoy the fuck. My ass is being taken, ravaged, blown apart, but I float above the scene, relishing my part as the bitch, the gaping fuck hole, the little boy slut in whom my big black stud sinks his fuck tool and finds his bliss. "Good boy, what an ass. Take my big cock, white boy, now you know what it feels like to be fucked by the Whopper". I can't speak, I can only squeal and moan in his hand, his fat fingers through which I can barely breath, fingers that I lick in gratitude, loving that I'm pleasing my rough master. The pain has become less sharp, I stop screaming and I can now squeeze my asshole and make it tighter for him. I'm learning to be a good bitch boy, just as my characters who are fucked by Grossao. But this is real. I can't believe I'm taking the Whopper up my ass and enjoying it so much. It's hard to be a bitch, and very rewarding. My big black stud shows me, with his hands on my taut buttocks, his kisses on my back, his teeth biting my ears, how much he's enjoying taking my ass for a ride. He's an amazing fucker, always changing his angle of attack, opening new spaces in me every time he plunges in, rubbing the big head on my tender ring when he pulls out, teasing my pussy, making me hump back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me, yeah, fuck me", I'm finally able to say now that he's got his hand off my face. "Stick that big Whopper in my boy pussy, make my cunt sing like a bitch, neigh like a mare in heat. Fuck me harder, shove that huge cock through me, fuck me!" Leon pumps his dick fast into my bruised hole, He's like a stud jockey, galloping on my raised rump. He slaps me hard on the butt, taking total possession of my body. I touch my belly to feel the Whopper banging inside and find that I'm covered in my own cum. I have been cumming without noticing, too focused on the giant fucker to care about my continuous orgasm. The train is entering the Boston South Station and finally the Whopper rewards me with a huge load of white hot male spunk. He breeds me as his new bitch. He keeps fucking my pussy, filling `er up, kissing my back tenderly, his weigh crushing me on the floor. The door to the restroom is unlocked from outside, the Amtrak conductor comes in. "So Leon, how's his pussy? Have you got it ready for me?" "Yes brother, he's awesome, takes it really well, loves a giant black dick in his cunt. I think he can take you now". I look back from under the basketball player and see another huge black stud, with a monstrous cock that seems even bigger than the Whopper. "Omigod, how big is this thing?" "Jorge, I present you with the SuperWhopper. He's 18 inches long and even more around. Good luck, buddy, I'm sure you can survive this one. Hope to see you again soon in the train". Leon disappears and I'm left with his big brother, and a new, huge challenge.