Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 23:18:11 EDT From: LoveDiego@aol.com Subject: So baby. A raunchy love story. So baby, A raunchy love story By Lovediego@aol.com Disclaimer: This is a love story between two adult men. It involves intense sexual situations and acts: W/S; man smells; cock sucking; and some other raunchy scenes take place or are spoken of. If this is not your thing...you don't know what you're missing. If you are under the age of majority please leave. {These are new characters and the first true love story that I have written. Please let me know what you think. If you want hot fuck scenes, check out some of my other stories like Carlito's Tale and The Brothers Garcia series. This is dedicated to Bobby, and anyone else who wants to read about love between the raunch.} ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Intro "So baby, what time can I expect you home tonight?', I asked Jack. After years of love and romance I knew better to ask than to be disappointed when he was late for dinner...again. "About 9 or 10, I guess," he grunted back to me through the phone, obviously not paying much attention to the question or me. In the dead silence I could hear the clicking of his typing fingers and the hum of his computer filling the void left by his voice. "Look, I gotta get to getting, you know work to do, bills to pay". He stammered, leaving nothing to my imagination as he quickly said his goodbyes and hung up the phone. Once again I was left alone in my thoughts as the man I have loved for more years than I probably should have went right back to his mistress. His career. I always considered myself to be a patient man, an understanding man but this shit is working my last fucking nerve. After Jack received his promotion at work to full partner at his law firm, my time with him has begun to dwindle down to just about nothing. Our amazing sex life has become nothing more than me sitting home and waiting for his return. And our romance is all but dead. But I guess this is what you get when you choose a man of goals over a man of low-ambitions. Not to say that I am a slouch in the career department or that he is not a good man at heart, it's just that I know how to come home at night. But to be fair, as a personal trainer my job does have a definite beginning and an end. Unfortunately for my romance, I believe my time with Jack has a definite beginning and an end as well. Worst of all, it wasn't always this way. Six years ago I met a wonderful guy who swept me off my size eleven feet. Chapter the First=== "You work here Papa?' a deep voice whispered in my ear while standing painfully close to my ass. It had a definite Latin accent hidden under a deeply American vernacular. His voice was thick and heavy in the air and on my ear. The word "papa" danced on the hairs of my neck. I was in love before I even turned around to see the face attached to the velvet voice. "Yup, why...wha chu need boi?" I replied. Trying to sound smooth, sexy and stereotypical. I figured if he was from EL Barrio he wouldn't give a downtown boi like me the time of day. I tried to make my voice do that deep, throaty thing that you hear in the movies or in Kristen Bjorn fuck flicks. "I'm looking for a personal trainer to help me work off the holiday bulge". He said. I heard what he said but couldn't see any of this alleged bulge. He had a body by god. I figured he was about or at least 5'10 or 5'11. He looked to be about 175-180lbs. He had dark skin, obviously Dominican with that head of brown curly hair. His body was toned as he stood in front of me wearing nothing but a white tight tee-shirt and skimpy blue running shorts. I could see that his waist was thin, around size 31 or 32. He looked to be a runner with a bod like that. To say he was sexy was to understate his beauty. To think, all I did that day was go to my shitty job at the Sporting Club in Philadelphia and in walked my wet dream from high school. Fuck, who am I kidding, he was my wet dream from the night before. I stood there basking in his glory, thinking of what to name our children, when he said. "Papa, you sure you work here. I see the shirt with the club logo, but you haven't said boo since go...what's up boi?' For starters, my big uncut dick. I thought to myself. I could feel the swell in my sweat pants. I knew that the sharp pain against my hairy nut sac was my jock pulling under the force of my expanding funky member. See, I'd been there before. I walked through the men's changing room and showers a lot. Without that size small jock on my size large dick, I would have gotten fired or fucked. I was trying, really I was, to keep my mind on his face and his voice but I kept picturing him naked, bending me over a leather work-out bench and fucking me like I owed him money. I imagined he had a big smelly,uncut Dominican dick, maybe about 10 or 11 inches, thick and funky from running on the treadmill or even better...out in the summer heat. His balls were probably hairy. He seemed like the type of guy who was too macho to trim his rank pubes. His bush was most likely thick and ran from his dick to his tight asshole. I dreamed him up a nice pink hole that was moist to the touch and smelled like ass, sweat and maybe a hot load of nut juice...or two. His butt was probably hairy too. Not too much, but just enough to pull the short ones with your teeth on your way to rimming his hot ditch. I took a few steps toward him. Making sure to keep my hands over my own swelling husky invader. I stumbled as I stuck out my hand to shake his, offering only a boyish... "Uh, yeah, I work here and I'm a personal trainer too. I'm Jose', and I can give you what ever you need...to get back into shape that is." He responded with. "Cool, I'm Jose too, but people call me Jack for short." I didn't understand why Jack was short for Jose or Joseph even but if Jackie Kennedy could accept it from John F. I guess I could do the same. Jack looked back into my eyes as I offered to show him around the gym and asked what type of workout he was looking for. In the back of my mind I felt like I was asking him what types of things he liked to do sexually. I know it sounds ridiculous now, especially considering that in my mind, I had already decided what he liked to do sexually. He was a freak. He was nasty; he liked it dirty and raunchy. He was my type of man. He liked man-funk, raunch, piss, butt-stink, cum, spit and so many other disgusting things that even I could not imagine. He continued on about his mother's cooking, rice, beans, chicken and how he gained 10 pounds over 3 Kings and Sunday dinners. I still could not see or pinch an inch on his tight body. I could see that he really did have a big dick. Under the florescent lights of the gym I could see through the thin mesh of his running shorts. It wasn't that hard, er...difficult considering the thinness of the material. He wasn't wearing a jock or even draws. He came around me commando! I was right his prick was uncut and thick. As he walked it flopped from side to side, I could see it swinging like a snake, being hit with his left leg then his right. His pubes were black and thick, I could see his member rising up from the top of his shorts and resting comfortably against his tight brown stomach as he became at least semi-erect. I needed to get a closer look to see if he was really getting a chubby. I couldn't help it. I understood the concept of personal space, but I was also horny and in need of a good dirty fuck, so I invaded his space...accidentally of course. I brushed up against Jack's back. His almost naked ass felt good against my dick. I lingered there for a few moments inhaling his funk. God did this boi reeked, he fuckin stunk so good. His run must have released all of his man stench. I could even smell his balls and ass from that close distance. And I was sure that I got a hint or two of cock cheese. Yes lads, this boi did not wash as well under his dick hood as he probably should have. I figured his dick would need a good tongue cleaning by yours truly. After about an hour of a tour, 30 min longer than most, I returned Jack to my office, had him fill out some paper work to get him started on our system. I got the basics: name; address; telephone number; whether he was single or not...for emergency contact of course; and the best times to reach him after 5pm. He was very forthcoming with info. I love a man who takes good directions. It was not my style; yes raunchy bois have a style, to ask a man out because I'm a bit shy. I'm a good size guy at 5'9 and 160lbs, 30 inch waist, muscular and fit-of course- with a job like this, and I'm told that I'm a hot boi too, not bragging but I get mine! But this guy was different. He was out of my league for sure. He was smart, college educated and sophisticated. He was a lawyer with a good firm in Center City and lived in posh, snooty Rittenhouse Square. Brown people don't live there unless they have money and class. He was so out of my league that I had to know it now and not wait until I had fallen in love. So, I took a chance that I knew would make me crash and burn. "Uh, Jack, I know that we just met and I don't really know you but...I would like to...that is get to know you. You seem like a nice guy and I would, did I say that I would like to get to know you?...Uh, yeah I did. Uh, so what do you say, I'll understand if your not interested." Yeah, I was Rico Suave himself. How I ever got laid is still a mystery. "I don't usually shit where I eat"...he stammered, liking his full lips with his sexy tongue. I braced myself in my chair at my desk preparing for the worst. "But, you're fucking hot, bro". He said. That's it. I took my pulse, I was sure that I was dead or dying. This could not be happening, but it was. "You should know one thing about me though, before we go any further." Ok, I was expecting to hear about a wife, a boyfriend, a child or children or that he lived with his mother, but what he said was... "I'm a raunchy boi. I like to fuck raw, I need a man to act like a man, look like a man, smell like a man and fuck like a man. I'm versatile but more of a top. I like to fuck and get fucked, eat ass and get eaten. I drink cum and piss from the tap and expect the same from my man. Scat doesn't scare me and neither does the smell of a man's ass as I fuck the living shit out of him. I munch on headcheese and love man funk, I even love spit and snowballing. So baby, can you handle that?' Fuck yeah, I screamed, inside my head of course. I was fucking up this pick-up so badly that I was lucky that he took some control. I was not going to blow it by being too eager though. Yeah, like my big dick riding my right leg was not a dead give away. But what I finally said, when I got my nuts out of my mouth was... "I feel ya Pa, I like all that shit too. We can get our Latin groove on." I know, how the fuck did I ever get laid back then? Chapter the Second===== From the very beginning, Jack was always very busy. Not like some fags say they are cuz they are fuckin or being fucked by someone else. No, Jack was busy at work trying to crash through that glass ceiling that hovers over the head of all brown lawyers at white corporate firms. It took almost 2 weeks before I saw him again. He showed up at the gym in a Brooks Brothers' blue suit, red power tie over a very starched white shirt and wing tipped shoes on his big feet. He looked even better dressed than he did in my fantasies... where he always was naked. He strolled next to me, shot me that toothy grin, apologized for being so busy lately and said that he would make it up to me. "So, how you gonna do that Pa? You can't seem to even make time to call me." I didn't mean to sound like a bitch boi, but I was really hot for this fucker and he starts off treating my like shit...or worse, an after thought. I didn't need garbage like that. I could have whatever fag I wanted. Unfortunately for me, Jack was not a fag. He was a good gay man with a career that did not involve saying 'welcome to Starbucks/Banana Republic/The Gap or Woody's'. With this in mind, I kept my mouth shut and let him talk. It's not like attractive, well educated, fit, sexy Latin guys are falling out of trees. "Jose...Papito, look, I been real busy but you have been on my mind. I have made some time for you this weekend. You know the address, stop by on Saturday around 1pm and plan to stay all weekend. How's that. Am I forgiven?" "It's not roses and dinner at the Ritz but, yeah, sure whatever boi, I'll be there. With bells on." "Not bells" He responded quickly "I would rather a silver cock ring. I'll see you then chico. If you can't stay out of trouble till then, at least take pictures." And without much else, he took his hot little ass out of my gym and out into the warm summer day. As he walked away, I rubbed my hand over my growing cock and thought about having him sit his raunchy ass on my face. Saturday was three days away. I was not going to make it. Chapter the Third====== So I made it to Saturday and to fuckin Rittenhouse square. I always avoided this area. Not too long ago it was a major cruising ground for white boys, then it turned it to hustlers row and now you see more baby carriages than boy's baskets. Young, white, yuppie, suburban couples with sniveling rug rats in tow have replaced all the fags. God, this will need to be a great piece of ass to make coming down from North Philly worth it. I wore blue running shorts, a white tee shirt and blue hoody down to his place. It started to rain while I was on the subway and I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to walk the 5 blocks to his apartment in wet clothes that stuck to my body like a second skin. I got a lot of stares being a muscular brown man walking down Center City's clean streets with my dick exposed in wet shorts. By time I rung the door bell at his brownstone, I was drenched and pissed. I almost decided to turn around and go home; considering this an omen. For me, he took too damn long to answer the door. But when he did, I was very, very pleased. "Yo Papito, 'sup?" He sounded ghetto again. Not like the starched, chocolate dipped white boy that came by the gym to apologize the other day. It sounded sexy coming out of his prep school mouth, but I started to wonder which was the real him. If that could be asked about any of us. Even if we don't admit it, we all have other sides to our personality that we only share with particular people or groups. Lord knows my mother would freak the fuck out if she even got a whiff of the type of person I am sexually. "Not much Pa, just hangin." He made me too nervous to make small talk effectively. As you can tell. Also, I was fixated on what he was wearing. Or, not wearing. He stood in front of me in a Temple Law tee shirt that was about 2 sizes too small on his muscular frame. The shirt hugged his hairy chest and arms, leaving nothing to the imagination. His brown nipples pushed up through the white material and his biceps bulged agains the sleeves. His mips were pointy and sharp and the right one was pierced with a silver bar. The shirt itself, being so short, showed off the trail of hair from his chest to his pubes very nicely. He had on the same running shorts that he was wearing when I first met him. They looked even tighter today, probably because had on a jock strap. I could see the pouch of his BIKE jock stretching the front of his shorts to pornographic proportions. He was bare foot and without socks. He had a silver toe ring on his right middle toe. His legs were hairy and strong like tree trunks. He was a solid man. Damn he was fine. "I can see that." He said in response to my answer of his question. He was staring down at my dick as it peeked out from under my wet shorts. Mine weren't tight; they were loose with a high cut on the side of each leg, which allowed me easy access to my dick. If necessary of course. Right now, my uncut cock was trying to take a look around, starting with the wooden floors first. "Come on boi, let's go upstairs, get you out of those wet clothes and stop shocking my sensitive white neighbors." I followed his lead as he turned around and began up the stairs. His scent hung heavy in the air. Jack must have just come back from the gym or a run because I got hints of his arm pit aroma and even some more of that cock and ball spice that I smelt on our first meeting. The entrance to the building was beautiful. I had never been anywhere so nice without it being gaudy. The stairs lightly creaked as we ascended. It was all so romantic. Me and him in this very old house. He lived on the third floor in a unit that took up the entire level. There were wooden floors throughout the apartment and huge windows in every room. They were bare. Jack said that he did not want anything to obstruct his view or the sunlight's entrance. I thought that he was a perverted fuck that liked his neighbors to see him walking around naked or nutting up some young boy's butt. Either way, it was a nice crib. He decorated a bit like a straight boi. Tasteful but definitely not gay. His Latin heritage was very obvious as there was wooden furniture and earth tones everywhere, Latin American art on the walls and even a Dominican Flag in one of the hallways. Jack placed very fine and expensive rugs on all of the room floors and even had a kitchen that looked like it should have been photographed for some magazine. But this was all nothing in comparison to his bedroom. "Here, grab this Papito." Jack extended his hand to me behind his back. This move was effortless on his part as he did not even turn around to make sure that I was going to take it as offered. I did of course. His hand was warm and firm in mine. His big paw gripped my smaller hand and made me feel oddly safe and secure. Our finger slots fit perfectly together. I held on tight as he led me to the back bedroom and I even squeezed his hand back when he squeezed mine first. "Damn, how much they payin lawyers down at your work? Your pockets must be fat." I asked, before even thinking. The rest of the apartment was nice but the bedroom was a lovers dream. A huge marble fireplace sat in the middle of the room. Jack told me that is was an original and has never been moved since the brownstone was built. Light poured in through the windows and reached the top of the cathedral ceilings. His full sized Ethan Allen's sleigh bed dominated the opposite wall away from the fireplace. And of course, there was another fine rug on the floor. He did nothing but smile at me after my inappropriate question and walked us over to a chair that sat in front of the bed. "Sit down Pa, and relax. I don't bite, unless you need me to." I sat in the chair with my legs spread open. I have thick legs too, not as big as Jack's but pretty large and defined. They are coated in the fur that leads down from my pubes and ball hair. It was all so noticeable as I sat there. My shorts stuck to my legs and they were almost see-through. I looked down and saw my big dick resting comfortably on top of my hairy nuts. I was not expecting the rain and did not wear draws or even a jock. So my junk was all out there in the open. I was embarrassed at first; looking like a hustler in his nice apartment until I realized that I could see his sizable member pushing through his jock almost poking my in the eye. As he stood in front of me, I noticed that he was no longer looking me directly in my eyes, but was now staring down at my crotch as I absentmindedly scratched at my wet balls. "So baby, wha chu wanna do? We can just conversate or we can straight-up fuck. We can get to know each other, or we can just straight-up fuck. We can do wha-eva chu wanna do Pa, just let me know wha chu wan." He confused me. He was sexy and smart but ghetto. He was a lawyer and a street boi at the same time. He was the man of my dreams. And he wanted to know what I wanted. Well fuck, I wanted to get laid. I wanted my legs in the air and him fucking my tight, dirty, boi pussy, hard and loose. I wanted to scream his name till he had to shove his dirty dick in my mouth to get me to shut the hell up. I wanted to turn him over and nut in his ass then heft his abused hole onto my face so that I could eat out all of my nasty little swimmers treading in his butt juices. I wanted him to drink my nasty urine and piss it back up my ass. Damn, I wanted to be with him. I wanted to kiss him and hold him and make love to him and then fuck the shit out of him. I wanted him to want me too. I didn't answer his question. I didn't have time to play. Other times in my life I slept on opportunities like this. This man was too perfect to let get away. I had to be forceful and go get mine. I pulled him to me by his waist and put him right in front of my face. My mouth was dry, so I swallowed hard, licked my lips and kissed him fast. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and played with his tongue. We swapped spit and moaned into each other's mouths. I held him closer and let my thoughts of his body and mind overwhelm me as I closed my eyes and imagined us being this way forever. My hands found the top of his running shorts and pulled them down. Without stopping our lip action, I made sure he was standing in nothing but his dirty jock and child sized tee shirt. I rubbed his hairy ass mounds and searched out his ass trench. He kept moaning as my fingers found his rose bud. His crack was wet and sweaty. It was hot to my touch. As I sought out his hole, Jack kissed me harder and rougher. This was no longer a sweet kissing and make out session. He was turning this into a forceful, almost violent lip-wrestling match. He kissed me harder and harder, sucking on my tongue and biting it. Jack grabbed my tongue with his teeth and would not let go as he pressed his lips against mine and grabbed my head to ensure that I could not move an inch. He pulled my head, by my hair, towards him and growled in my throat. He went from sucking my tongue to biting my lips and vice versa. He kissed me like an animal. It was barbaric and exactly what I needed. I was in pain and pleasure at the same time. Without the benefit of lube or even spit, he received my right middle finger up his hairy hole. I entered his body with force. He bucked his butt back onto my finger to swallow my entire digit up his greedy hole. His ass lips sucked my fingers like a dick. He moaned and jerked back and forth. I added one, and then two more fingers up his shit chute until one of them found his prostate. I massaged his walnut sized gland until he was spitting up pre-cum out of his piss slit and coating the front of his jock. Jack let go of my tongue and ripped me out of my hoody and tee shirt. I was bare chested but warm. My chest is not hairy at all and the raindrops slowly dripped down my pecs and settled around my dime-sized nipples. My torso is barren but defined and the moisture made my brown skin glisten and shine. As I sat in the chair with my fingers still up his ass, Jack leaned down towards me and started sucking the water off of my left nipple. If felt so good that I started telling him how good it was. "Oh, fuck. Yeah, that's my spot, Pa. Don't stop." He did not verbally respond, just kept licking, sucking and biting at my very sensitive nipples. Jack went from left to right, licking, sucking and biting while continuing to buck back on my probing fingers. I pushed my fingers further inside of his fuck trench. It felt so good that I wanted, no needed to smell what I was touching. I used my feet to further spread his legs. He was spread eagle. Jack knew what I wanted and let his ass lips belch onto my fingers. Within moments the room was filling with the ripe smell of his ass. All I could smell was his butt funk. The heady aroma attacked my nose with pleasure. It smelled so good that I wanted to feel what was making this rich perfume. I fingered around his anal walls, stretching his hole as I went. As his ass stretched, more of his funk filled the large room. "Yo, Papito, chu know, I'm a bit funky and dirty back there. I went running this morning, and I don't know wha chu might find up there this afternoon. Lookit, if you dig deep in the gutter, don be surprised if you find something brown." This was his way of warning me and giving me the chance to stop if I wasn't really a raunch pig like a said. I could either pull my fingers out of his ripe, great smelling hole and be denied the pleasure of his ring around my finger or keep trying to make mud pies in his rectum. I kept up my digital manipulations. He did not verbally respond, just went back to sucking on my nips and bucking his ass back on my fingers. Jack sucked on my neck on his way back up to my lips. We went back to our violent version of kissing until I wanted to get up close and personal with his dick. As I finger fucked his wet boi pussy, his jock pushed up against my stomach and reminded me that cocks needs love too. I could feel his dong against my skin and I needed to taste it in my mouth. I moved away from his lips and bent down fast towards his ripe jock. He must have worn that disgusting thing every time he ran or worked-out, for the last 3 years. It was gray and smelled of dick and piss. I pulled his big Dominican dick out of the nut holder and was hit hard in the face by the funk of his headcheese. His dick skin had retreated and retracted down his thick pole like a tight brown turtleneck, leaving all of his gamy smegma exposed. I was correct in my assumptions. His dick was at least 10 inches long and very, very thick. He had large veins that led up to a huge, red helmet sized head. He didn't have a cock head; he had a spear... a good-sized ass spreader. His piss slit was large too, like a one eyed monster. Pearls of cock snot bubbled from the head in time with my anal probes. I licked away each raunchy rain drop while teasing his red glands. His pre-spunk was sweet and I sucked out as much as his dick would give up. After a few minutes of that I dived into eating away all of his cheese. This boi made good Swiss. I sucked and ate away all that I could find and settled in on a good head job for him. My spit mixed with his dick drips and fell down onto the floor and his hairy toes in long ropes of icky goodness. I worked his dick over and loved every min of it. I gripped his shaft hard and jerked it violently with each suck in my mouth, keeping it all in time with my jabs into his ass. Jack moaned along with me. My mouth was so filled with his bulbous head that it took all I had to keep breathing, but I was not letting this cock go until he dropped a funky white load down my throat. I kept sucking hard and digging harder as I hoped to surround my fingers with his butt sludge and fill my mouth with his little swimmers. After about another 10 min, his already large head swelled up even more and started spitting up chunky dick juice into my mouth. I sucked harder like a vacuum swallowing all 8 volleys of nut juice. Jack's body convulsed with each ball loogy . His prick pushed past my tonsils and hit the back of my throat with force. I kept jerking his big thick dick as he came directly down my throat now. It swelled to obscene proportions in my hand. I have no idea where he kept getting dick from but it kept growing as he kept coming. His pink rectum held my fingers tight with each jet. I milked him of all of his sweet jizz. It tasted even better than I thought it would. It soothed my burning throat and coated my tongue in creamy spunk. Damn, this man was fuckin hot. Jack did not say anything else. He moaned loudly and continued to fuck my face until his dick went soft in my mouth, and let loose with a gallon of his golden piss. I swallowed down this new liquid offering just like the first and did not let one drop of his kidney juice hit the floor. It was saltier than his spunk but still good. I love drinking piss from the tap and he had a healthy load for me to feast on. I knew my breath would smell and taste of his urine and that it would turn him on even more when we kissed again. I loved kissing this man, and when he stopped...it actually hurt. "Good boi, now that you have had your thirst quenched, lets get your hot little pussy fed some meat.. Get your mother fuckin clothes off, put your ass in the air, spread those hairy legs and get ready for me to literally fuck the shit out of you. And expect to do the same to me." Jack sad this as he spit directly on to his still sizable dick and pulled off his tee shirt while leading me towards the bed. To be continued....