Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2006 20:49:03 -0200 From: Jorge Grossao Subject: encounters/paris-train (not a series) PARIS TRAIN by Grossao http://grossao.blogspot.com I take my seat in the TGV train in Paris and I see a hot young guy across the aisle staring at me. My smartphone beeps, it has detected another phone close by. A text message flashes on the screen. "Hi, it's me, Pierre, the young guy across the aisle. Are you who I think you are?" "Yes, I'm Grossao. How do you know me?" "I'm your biggest fan, seen all your videos, read all your stories, stay in your blog all day long. I can't believe it's you, I must be dreaming". "Come seat here and you'll meet Grossao in the flesh, hehe..." "I can't. My dad is boarding the train in a minute. Let's keep messaging, and I'll find a way of meeting you elsewhere in the train later, ok?" "OK, don't worry, we're gonna have fun, I promise. You're very hot, you know that?" "Really?! You think I'm hot? No one ever say that to me. I'm kind of a nerd, you know. And I'm also a virgin..." "Mmmm, even better... A hot young virgin French boy..." "I'm not a boy! I'm turning 18!" "When?" "Today actually..." "So Grossao will be your birthday gift..." "Is it really 32,5 cm long ?" (that's 13 inches in France) "Look at my crotch. I'm gonna open it for a second and pull Grossao out for you. Look, he's already rock hard". "Omigod! He's so huge! Put it back, dad is coming!" Pierre's dad stares at me and blushes. Surpise! He's my old fuckbuddy Jean Charles. I used to fuck him all the time when I came to France, long ago. He was Pierre's age, 18. I haven't seen him since. He's still hot as hell. Jean Charles recovers from the surprise and sits opposite his son. He's trying not to look at me but he can't help it. He stares at my crotch and sees that Grossao is hard, tenting my slacks. He swallows hard and turns his head to the window. But I see that a bulge is growing in his crotch too. He's horny for me, as in the good old times. Pierre sends me a new message. "Daddy is so strange. What's going on?" "We know each other. I used to fuck him when he was your age". "Dad? Papa? Really?!" "Try to disguise your surprise, I don't want him to know about you and me". Jean Charles asks his son with whom he's exchanging messages. "Oh, papa, it's my girlfriend. I'm saying goodbye to her. Francine is sad that I'm leaving for the summer". "Send her my love. She's so nice, so proper. I really wish you'll marry her". "Oui, papa". Pierre messages me again. "I can't believe it. You're kidding me. Dad is so straight, so strict! Have you really fucked him?" "For two years, non stop, when I moved to Paris from Brazil. He was my favorite male cunt". "How come he didn't talk to you?" "He's pretending he doesn't know me, he's afraid that you'd discover his past". "I still can't believe it. Prove me you're telling me the truth about my dad". "Easy. Have you seen your dad naked?" "Yes". "He has a tattoo of a black cobra on his right buttock, doesn't he? I tattooed him myself." "Omigod, then it's true. And he says that it's a tattoo he got in the French Legion, that all men there get it..." "Only the men that I fuck get it, from me". "Really? Will I get it too?" "You're really hot, Pierre. But you'll have to wait a little. First I want to relive the old times with your dad". "What do you mean? You're gonna fuck him now, here?" "Yes. Just watch. I'm going to the restroom and he's gonna follow me. I'll keep messaging, to keep you posted..." I leave my seat, go into the restroom and, sure enough, there's a soft knock on the door. I open and Jean Charles slips in quickly, locking the door behind him. He falls into my arms, hugging me tight, giving me long, passionate, authentic French kisses. "Oh Grossao, I've missed you so much. All those years there hasn't been a day when I haven't thought of you, longing for Grossao, feeling so empty inside... Where have you been?" "It's great to see you, Jean Charles, you're as gorgeous as ever, even more so, you've bulked up, all those muscles, you turned into a big hunk. Me, I moved back to Brazil, then to the US where I live now. I'm visiting to shoot a film in Provence -- Grossao in Provence, a gay porn version of Peter Mayle's -- and to remember the good old times. How fortunate that I'd meet you right away. Grossao can't wait to get back into your pussy after all these years..." Jean Charles is already naked, pulling Grossao out of my pants, sitting on the sink and throwing up his strong legs, feet on my shoulders, exposing his hungry ass cunt. I've never met a guy so crazy for a big black dick. The French hunk grabs Grossao is his large hands and drives the giant head up the deep crack between his round buttocks, finds the open hole and shoves it in, with a sexy moan. I shoot my hips forward and feel my big dick sliding into Jean Charles moist, welcoming male pussy. "Oh my love, it's been so long. No one feels like you do inside her... My pussycat is so happy to have you back..." With my hands behind his back, I text message the son while I fuck the dad. "What did I tell you, Pierre? Grossao is right now inside your daddy's big butt, and he's humping me like a mare in heat. He can't get enough of my dick, it turns him crazy". "Really? You're fucking my dad as we speak?" "I just slammed my dick deep inside him. He's not as tight as the last time I fucked him, but still, he's one of the best. You should learn from him". "I'm jealous. I saw you first". "Yeah, but he has seniority. Before you were born he was already Grossao's favorite male pussy. You took after him, so you have to thank him". "He'll take all the cum in your balls for him and there'll be nothing left for me". "There's plenty of cum here for him and you and more. See it this way: your dad is just warming me up for you. You're the main act, he's just the opening". "Have you told him about me?" "Not a word. He has no idea that you're next". "OK. Well, then enjoy my dad and call me when you're done with him". The father is just as eager as the son to be royally fucked by the king of cocks, Grossao the Magnificent. He turns around, bending over the sink, to offer me a better angle to plow his gorgeous ass. I slap his white buttocks until they're purple. The black cobra tattoo I gave him glows against his smooth skin. "Remember, darling, the day I gave you your tattoo?" "Yeah, you had put me to the test, it was worse than what I had to endure later when I served in the French Legion. I was sure I was going to die". "Don't be so dramatic. Getting fucked by all the africans and arabs and those construction sites was nothing for you. You were not exactly a virgin... You were already the craziest slut boy in Paris". "Yeah, but I did it for you, because you were my master and you enjoyed seeing your slave treated as a bitch". "Come on, bitch, you enjoyed it a lot, you wouldn't stop cumming". "Anyone would come with so many big cocks hitting the prostate! OK, I did not dislike it, but it hurt like hell, after a few dozen dicks..." "Yeah, but then I washed your cum-drenched body, I dried your tears, I kissed you and I fucked you and I gave you your tattoo. How do you explain it to your wife and your son?" "I told them I got it at the French Legion and they bought my story". "Your son looks so much like you when you were his age... He's a hot boy..." "Please Grossao, leave him alone. He's straight. He's going to get married. Now would you concentrate on fucking me? I want to cum with you, like we always did". Jean Charles makes his pussy tighter for Grossao, he rolls his hips and moves his ass like only a French male cunt knows how to do and sure enough in no time I feel the cum boiling in my balls. "Here I come, mate. Here's the cream Grossao has been saving for you all these years". "O mon dieu, I'm cumming too, I feel your geyser of cum explode inside me like in the good old times... Fuck me, feed me, breed me as your bitch my big black stallion!" After we're done, Jean Charles composes himself to go back to his son. I tell him I'm going to stay in the restroom a little longer. As soon as he leaves I text message the boy. "OK, Pierre, it's your turn. How is your dad looking?" "I never saw him as happy, he's beaming, he's glowing. I just told him I'm going to the restroom. You know what he said? `Make the most of it, son, your first time you'll never forget'. How does he know?" "He figured. Now come, Grossao is getting hard again". Pierre sneaks in, looking shy and blushing red. He's really a virgin. I unbutton his shirt and his shorts, slowly, dropping them on the floor. He turns to the mirror and we both marvel at the fresh beauty of his young, well developed body. I get rid of my clothes and embrace him from behind. I'm one head taller than him. I bend my knees to slide Grossao between his thighs. My cock emerges in front of his pelvis, lifting his own cock and balls, raising its giant black head, staring at the boy in the mirror with its single moist eye. Pierre is hypnotized by Grossao. His trembling hands surround my dick, too small to close around the thick shaft. I have a flashback to the same exact scene way back in the 70's when I took his daddy's cherry. Same shyness, same horniness, same awesome beauty. "O my, he's so huge. I can't believe it. Are you sure I can take him?" "If you want him, as bas as your dad does, yes you will". "I've never wanted anything as bad as I want him. But I'm scared...' "Just trust me, Pierre. I'm gonna make this the best thing in your whole life, before and after. Now lean by the sink, relax your body and let me do it". I dive between the boy's twin white melons, perfectly round buttocks covered with fuzzy, almost invisible blond hair. My tongue finds the center of his desire and licks around the rosebud, awakening it to its new life as a male cunt. The boy is already moaning, he can't wait to be fucked. He's a slut deep inside, just like his father. I slide my tongue inside his hole, find the hot button and push. His little hard dick spurts wildly, sweet virgin boy cum that I collect in my cupped hands. That's the lube I'll use to get him ready for Grossao. I shove his sperm back inside him through the back door. He squirms, shakes, as my thick fingers open his ring to make it looser. Not too loose though. I want to feel the tightness of his virgin hole before I turn it into a wide open pussy. I tell Pierre to grab Grossao and guide the head to the back orifice. His hands shake but he finally gets the tip on target, right at the entrance. His puckered hole blinks violently, feeling the heft of the massive weapon that is about to breach it. Poor little thing, say goodbye to your baby pleats, forever. Your new life is coming. I rest the throbbing head between his plump butt cheeks. I tell him to breath deeply, slowly, feeling his asshole open and close with his breath. Little by little, as he relaxes, the hard tip of the head slides between his ass lips. His rosebud trembles in its last moments as a virgin. When a third of the tip is in, I give a little push. He cries out. Another push. He yells. A bigger, mighty push. He screams. The ring pops open and the full head is in. Pierre is no longer a virgin. He's officially now a male bitch. I love the way French boys take their first dick, especially in my case, poor things, a monster cock -- how they wail and moan and thrash about, kicking, jumping, pulling their hair, a whole scene with one single goal: to provoke the fucker to become even more horny and ruthless. Grossao blasts through the narrow tunnel of French boy flesh, so tight and fragile, frisky and slutty, at the same time surrendering and resisting, still not a full-fledged cunt, no longer a virgin asshole. I want Pierre to feel my wild lust for him, my urge to possess his young body, to force my giant dick deep into his bubble butt, to turn him into my new bitch, just as I did with his dad when he was the same age. I know that he'll never forget, as his father never did, the power of Grossao, my enormous size, the heavy, thick, hard log of black male meat lodged in his bowels, devouring him from inside like a wild beast. His screams turn to soft moans, the pain is gone. He's ready to be fucked for the first time. His ass is already humping back, his anus squeezing my dick, his asshole turned into a hungry mouth. I pull out with a loud PLOP!, and turn his body sideways, so he'll see in the mirror as Grossao enters his body again. Pierre's eyes are wide in disbelief as he watches the majestic shaft slide back into his open chute, between the smooth white buns. When I hit bottom he closes his eyes the better to enjoy my presence inside him, the heavy, throbbing invader that is taking possession of his body and his soul. "O mon dieu, Grossao, your so good. Fuck me my love, fuck me!" He's sweeter than his dad, more loving and giving. That must come from his mother. Jean Charles, the father, is more of a cold bitch, selfish, demanding. The son just surrenders to Grossao and enjoys the fuck of his life. This fuck is so intense, I'm afraid I'm already about to cum. That's ok, I'm not holding. I just grunt in his ear and the first shot blasts through his innards, drenching the boy with his first load of male seed. I feel his tunnel squeezing, he's cumming too. I keep fucking him, faster and harder now that the anal passage is better lubed, and drive him to a new orgasm, than another, and again, we're both wailing and rattling more than the train itself. Finally we fall exhausted on top of each other, drenched in cum. I do my best to clean the boy to return him to his father. When we're back in our seats, Jean Charles is beaming, looking at his son in a loving, wonderful way. "I'm so glad for you, Pierre. So glad that it was Grossao, your first. How did you like it? Oh, I can see in your face how much you love it. You never looked so beautiful. Thank you Grossao, thank you for me and for my son. You're really the best". http://grossao.blogspot.com