Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 16:19:55 +0000 From: Jorge Grossao 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.