Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2002 00:14:41 EST
From: Raunchiboi69@aol.com
Subject: Carlito's tale p-1

Disclaimer: This is my story.  I wrote it.  I invite you to read it and
love it, but don't steal it.  I will sue you if you do.  This is not a true
story, though I wish it would happen to me.  It takes place in a fantasy
world where AIDS and other STDs don't exist.  You do not live in this
world.  Don't be stupid and fuck up your life.  If you are not old enough
to read this, check the laws in your state if you are unsure, lucky you.  I
used to do the same stuff at your age. For all others, please enjoy this
story and any others that I write.  I spent a lot of cock snot writing it,
I hope you have as much fun reading it.

If you liked this story please write and tell me so and I will write more.
If you hated it, don't tell me...ignorance is bliss.

Raunchiboi69@aol.com


All of my life, I have been told that I was someone special.  My mother
would talk about the great and wonderful things that I would accomplish in
life, as long as I worked hard and studied harder.  So being the good
little Latin boy that I am, I did just what my mom said...I went to school.

I graduated from undergrad a few months ago and now I attend graduate
school in lower Manhattan.  Life downtown is wonderful, but I am still
enjoying some of the habits that I picked up from living in Spanish Harlem
with my bothers and best friend.  Raunchy things, boi things, fun
things. Things that can only be done at home.

I am naked, except for an old ripped jock strap.  I am lying on the floor
with my member throbbing, 8 1/2 inches erect and thick as a beer bottle,
standing straight up and hard as brown granite, looking like it is waiting
for someone to plant his flag (or ass) on it.  My tight and toned body is
due to a strict 4 day a week workout schedule, which keeps me at exactly
160lbs. I am 5'7" and really cute.  I just turned 27 years old yesterday.

The curly hair on my head is matched only by the kinky ones running down my
big, thick, uncut, Latin cock and circling my tight juicy ass.  My dick is
natural and my foreskin is thick, sensitive and kept nice and ripe by the
rank head cheese I let ferment in my hood.  I try not to clean my dick in
the shower, preferring to let my piss mingle with the ever growing smegma
to create a nice dick chowder.  God intended my tool to be un-mutilated but
protected under my head-skin...and my Catholic parents would never piss off
god.  As an added bonus for me, and my raunchy admirers, when the smells
from dick straw combine with my unwashed, rank, butt funk rising my
whimpering hole, the drenching sweat from my hairy balls and the dark
sweaty pits of my under arms after a hard day at the gym, my body creates
the most delicious man odor. Want to sniff?  I pop a chubby just thinking
about my stench.

My name is Carlito, and as you can tell, I like myself...a lot.  I work as
hard on my body as my mom wanted me to with my mind.  My body is my temple
and I pray with both hands. Sometimes with lotion but mostly with spit.  I
spend most of my free time with my hairy thick fingers down my baggy pants,
either playing in my dick slit fishing for cock snot, circling my prick
skin and eating the heady mixture found there or even better, fingering my
ass, tickling my butt hairs and sometimes even jamming a few digits up my
trench and then up my nose to catch all the boi pussy perfume coating
them. But I do this on other days.  Today is different. Today I have a
visitor.

As my warm body lies on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, my mouth is
open and my fat, pierced tongue is sticking out just like a little prick.
My nose is twitching and catching all of the bouquet rising from the hairy
ass hovering over me.  But, alas, this is no ordinary ass.  This whimpering
hole belongs to my best friend, who is one of the 6 men I love most in the
whole world.

We have been friends since we were 9 years old living side by side in East
Harlem, otherwise known as Spanish Harlem.  Our moms were nurses on the
night shift.  His father is a fireman, mine was a cop.  As the youngest in
our families we leaned on each other for comfort, company and security.
Our families weren't really poor but with so many siblings around and the
tightness of NYC apartments, there was no place to be alone and few toys
left over to play with, so we improvised.  He played with my dick, me in
his ass.  See, everything works out for the best.  We have shared a lot of
good times together and have a mutual respect for each other's minds and
spirits.  But, I went to school while he went to work.

My friend is a construction worker at a new building site on the east side
of the city, about 3 miles from my apartment.  He spends his 10-hour days
lifting concrete and iron, operating heavy machinery and shit, and then
right after work he drags his rank, blue-collar ass over to my house for a
good ole fashioned deep cleaning.  At the site and "off duty", he spends
his time running around in too tight torn jeans, old ripped t-shirts and
Timberland boots.  But under it all, he still wears the same, out grown,
jock that he wore on the football field of our high school days.  No, he
wasn't the star quarterback, but he was the fullback of my wet dreams.

Tonight, as my friend walked into my apartment, he headed straight for the
bathroom, our adult playground.  In quick steps he strips down to his rank,
sweaty, piss stained jock and plays with the fine hair around his dime
sized, sensitive (I should know) nipples to get his floppy uncut dick to
start dripping the honey that I love to eat.  It's G.R.E.A.T!  Like the
football pro he was, he squats over my face, hands on his knees for balance
and awaits my skilled eager tongue.

It is amazing the positions that this 6'2", 200lb stocky, very hairy,
Puerto Rican man can get into.  Even though his tube steak is in his pouch,
I can still smell his cheese rotting away in his over-hanging skin.  His
rock hard invader is bent down and tenting what I liberally call his jock,
but right now... I am more concerned with his butt.

My best friend's ass is muscular, toned and tanned but it obviously hasn't
been washed in days.  The straps outlining his cheeks are filthy and frayed
at the edges.  They have not seen anything close to a washing machine in a
long time, if ever. The only part of his jock that is darker than the
straps in the back is his front pouch, which is tainted with months of
piss, cum and even spit to achieve the perfect shade of brown. The smell
from his fuck trench and prick protector is overwhelming and intoxicating
at the same time.  He is about 6 inches from my face but his ripe musk is
slapping me around like I'm his bitch and I owe him money.

 I leak cock snot in buckets in response.  Like the pig I am, I dip my
pinky finger into the creamy pre-spunk and bring the sweet germ to my full
lips.  My brown eyes roll back in my head as I am assaulted by the tangy,
milk cream on my tongue.  I mean to savor my treat and continue to dip my
finger in the pools accumulating on my tight tummy and slowly run my
fingers over my mustache so that the dick milk smell will linger through my
rim fest.  My sweaty balls jump as they draw up to meet my ever-stiffing
rod, and my pierced nipples point out like cut diamonds. I'm turned on by
this man and I'm going to lick out his hole and suck his ass dry.

My mouth is watering, but I bide my time.  An ass like this needs to be
savored like a fine wine or the cheese from an unwashed dick.  I slowly
lower his love hole to my face with both of my hands gripping his hips.
I'm in control.  This is my ass and my butt cavity.  I'm going to eat him
my way.

His ass stinks.  It is fowl and funky, raunchy and it reeks of maleness.
This is not some twink boy's butt.  This is the throbbing, love trench of a
grown man.  He lives like a man, works like a man, sweats like a man and
smells like a fucking man...got damn it!  I can even feel the heat rising
from his wrinkled opening.  The folds protecting his taut ring hold the
secrets of his last fuck and my tongue is the key. Let me in.

I lower and raise his hot crack on to my slimy tongue.  His pink muscle
winks at me.  Just then, a tiny crystal of sweat slowly trickles down to
inside of his ass cheeks, following the natural trench from his fuck gap.
The raunchy raindrop seems to dance in mid-air.  I open my mouth wide to
except this prelude to a rim. His ass sweat falls into my awaiting mouth,
falling on my tongue.  It was pure salt water.  Like his asshole was crying
and my tongue was to wipe the tears away.  I lay still, waiting...begging
for more.  It does not take long before my friend's excitement produces
more ripe water for me to quench my thirst, but this time from a different
source.  No longer is his skin just producing moisture, his pink hole
slowly opens to a slight slit.  And from this heady opening cums liquid.
Butt juice. I lap at his ass like a parched dog.  The briny liquid is tasty
and tart.  As I drink from his ass well, I notice a subtle increase in the
drips to drops and the texture changes from thin to thick.  My wet treat is
now a bit more sweet and milky.  I am now tasting something more like
Clorox and sugar.  This new, dark scented nectar dripping from his
wonderful ass is obviously mixed with someone's cum.

My friends brown eyed pucker is covered in fine, light brown hairs that
tickle my tongue but can't hide the puffiness of a good after fuck.  I lick
his swollen outer ring like a baby with a lollipop.  His tangy trench
smells so good and the fullness of his outer ring on my tongue is
erotically soothing. I am trying to reach the creamy center.  I know that
it takes more than a few licks, so I get started with a vengeance.  As I
chomp away, I can't help but wonder who's cum I'm feasting on.  Could it be
from some of the workers down at the site?  Could it be that some of his
co-workers like to fuck butt instead of eat lunch? Obviously a question for
another time.  Honestly, why the hell should I care?  Along with the smell
of funky butt, I am also treated to the smell of "not so fresh" cum and ass
juices lodged in his pungent interior.

Stale cum has an odor and taste that compliments its ripeness.  After it
has lingered in a well-fucked butt hole for a few hours, it gets creamer as
it mixes with a guy's natural inner juices.  The spooge bastes in this rank
bowel sap and cooks to perfection in his shit chute.  Salt and sugar mix
with butt-er cream to form the perfect appetizer or desert.  Your choice.
But the smell created from this protein drink is just plain funky.  Raunchy
at its best.  It gets caught in my nose hairs and won't let go.  My
nostrils are being raped by his stench.  Wait, you can't rape the willing.

With a good amount of work and an equal amount of spit, I get back to work.
I have to start out slowly and methodically.  I love this man and his hole.
I treat his sphincter like the wonder of god that it is. So small and tight
but with the marvelous ability to take my big dick in one quick shove.  And
from the smell and taste of things, mine is not the only cock taking a ride
in this wagon.  Hopefully, he will tell me about the guys he works with.

The taste around the outer ring of his pouty cavity is still bathed in the
salty funk of his sweat.  It's like eating an ass fresh from the sea.  But,
when my tongue punctures his hole, the taste change dramatically.  His
inner ring is pungent and thick on my taste buds.  I feast on the
sweet/tart taste of man ass juice and milky cum.  I get treated to the hot
man loads that I knew were there.  But not in drips but in squirts.  His
ass in cumming.  Like a slow tap, I am given the gift of man seed, and
something more.  Like his bowel is mimicking the dick that planted this
breeder spooge, there are a few big loads and then...a river.  I get a
steady stream at first.  Thin liquid pours into my mouth.  I am excited and
shocked.  I was not expecting this.  It is tangy and thin, like cheap beer.
Through the hard swallows, I rinse my mouth with the sticky substance.  It
splashes up against my teeth and finally tickles my throat on the way down,
getting my tonsils drunk in the process.  The taste is like honey, sharp
and sweet, bitter and thin.  It is good.  It takes a moment for
recognition, but I know this taste.  Its piss. Man piss. Beer piss.  Man,
beer piss.  This fucker has piss up his ass chute.

My friend must have gotten gang fucked, pissed in and kept every load
(drop) for me, like a raunchy doggy bag in his ass.  God I love leftovers.
Oh, this is ssssoooooo my lucky day, loads of dark kidney water and some
ball juice for added flavor.  It has coated every inch of my friend's
rectum to form a perfect flavor marriage of dick and ass.

See, its good to have friends.