"Latino"
By Justin
jbalancier9@yahoo.com
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The short story, `Latino' takes place in the borough of the Bronx and Brooklyn, NY. It is a tale of three Puerto Rican gay men who live there.
The writing is fiction and any resemblance to places, names, or people living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Part 1
"The Eye of the Beholder"
Ramon was not a believer of love at first sight; but lust, now that is a different thing.
When there is nothing at all, it gives one nothing to regret. That is how Ramon began to look at things, as he grew older.
Ramon was born in the Bronx to Puerto Rican parents who settled in New York about thirty years ago. He was twenty six year old with one older sister, an impossible father, who swore in Spanish, and a hard working mother, who brought up her children to be respectable.
Struggling to get through a tough Bronx high school, Ramon learned some very fine qualities about life. He was strong, although on the thin side, with black hair, dark eyes and satin smooth skin. Yes, Ramon was a pretty boy who grew into a hot looking man. By the time he reached his present age of twenty-six; he really understood how to read people.
The women loved him far more than he cared to be with them. He dated a few but it always turned to sex and that part he was uncomfortable with. He was far more attracted to men and all his friends, although few in numbers, were dudes.
Being gay seemed to be a plus for Ramon. He had no trouble attracting men who worked like hell trying to get him alone and naked. In the end, it was always the same. He had moments of passion and release but still had nothing that made him happy.
He would talk to his housemate, a gay Latino friend named Eddie, about his adventures and they would laugh and pass it off as one glorious hook up after another. Ramon had nothing to regret, but very little worth remembering. Sex was a powerful tool for Ramon and he used his body better than a whore could even imagine. For him sex was a moment to get off and feel relaxed.
"Is it still raining?" asked Eddie
"I think it stopped." Replied Ramon
"Jesus, don't think – take a look. "I have to go somewhere this morning. Do you want to come with me?" asked Eddie
"Where are you going?"
"To a porn movie"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's in the village at this guy's place off 4th Street. I hooked with him and he asked me to come back this morning. He said to bring along a friend, if I wanted. You're a friend; do you wanna go?" asked Eddie
"I'll pass. You know you are going to be the meat in any movie he has planned, don't you?"
"Probably, but I can handle it," replied Eddie "He is not filming a movie, he is going to show one,"
"Do you really believe that" You get naked and used by some creep while he films it. You get fucked and he makes cash"
"Oh, he wouldn't do that." Said Eddie
"Idiot"
"What?"
"I said - you're an idiot, getting involved with some nut job. What Latino would fall for that?"
"I make every day count for something, however getting involved is so not happening."
"I'll still pass. The rain stopped and I am going to take the dog for a walk in the park."
"What dog? You don't have a dog," said Eddie starting to smirk.
"Sure I do, it's a full-size pit-bull between my legs" replied Ramon.
"I may be an idiot, but you like showing off that bull in your pants," said Eddie
They were so different in the way they handled being gay. Whatever they talked about always ended on the topic of either sex or money. The difference was Ramon was a particular slut and Eddie was just a whore.
Ramon understood men, especially gay men, better than they knew themselves. In some cases, that was true. Eddie did not give a damn about a social hour; passing the time of day -he only wanted cock.
The park was in walking distance from where Eddie and Ramon lived. The day was rather cool for late spring, so Ramon put on a hoodie and briskly walked along the street avoiding puddles of water.
The area just inside the park had already attracted people after the rain. Groups of teen agers were shooting hoops and a couple of small children were playing on the paths composed of gravel.
Ramon parked himself on a park bench and began playing with his phone, just killing time. The day was becoming nicer and nicer, but truthfully, he was bored. He looked at a hot looking dad with kids picturing him naked. However, this dude didn't quite cut it.
A jogger ran past him and a few minutes later, he ran past again. The second time he stopped and they looked at each other. He smiled at Ramon. It was automatic and Ramon smiled back. Then he continued to run. Ramon looked him over and what he saw he wanted, but that was never going to happen...
Hola! Cómo estás," said the jogger stopping in front of Ramon
"Bueno, gracias." He replied
"Is anybody sitting there?" asked the stranger in perfect English, pointing to the empty spot on the bench
"Nope"
"There is now. My name is Mateo"
"Ramon," he replied, but some people call me Rick or Ramon.
"Good enough, some call me Matt; except for my grandmother, to her I will always be Mateo. I like Mateo better.
The next couple of minutes were silent with Ramon checking his phone and Mateo grinding his heel into the gravel and eyes glued to Ramon's crotch. Ramon continued looking at his phone knowing every well, that he was being checked out.
Mateo was much like Ramon in looks, facial hair and sex appeal. They were both Puerto Rican with hot Latino bodies.
"You don't talk much, do you" said Mateo
"What should we talk about? – OH no, – here comes that `mother queen' from Flatbush." mumbled Ramon; as an older gay man by the name of Irving, stopped in front of both of them.
"I thought that was you studly, hiding under that hoodie, you hunky latino man," blurted out Irving speaking to Ramon.
"Oh vey, my feet - they are killing me, scoot over and let an old gal in here," Irving mumbled wedging himself between Ramon and Mateo.
"My Spanish is just dreadful. It's those possive pronouns. I just can't handle pronouns." He said to Mateo. "I hope you speak English," said Irving.
I am thirty years old and born in the Bronx, so English is what I speak most of the time." Replied Mateo. My name is Matt to my friends
"And what should I call you?" Asked Irving "I don't know you, but we could change that"
"Good-by, would be nice," replied Mateo, unless you want to suck my dick. How are you set for cash?"
Ramon smirked and rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
Irving struggled getting to his feet. "I have things to do, people to meet and lunch to prepare. I really do have to keep moving. I will let you two hotties enjoy each other." And walked away.
"You are naughty teasing that old man. "Geezus, he couldn't get out of here fast enough. I think you scared him." Were you serious about sucking your cock? Asked Ramon
"Nah, I knew it would get him out of here. Do I scare you?"
"Me? – fuck no. You don't have anything I need," replied Ramon
"Oh yeah...what do you need?"
"I need be going too."
"I'll take one more run around the park and that should do it" Mateo commented. Then he began trotting toward the path away from Ramone. He didn't go far, but stopped and walked back to Ramon still on the bench.
"Come run with me." He said holding out his hand.
"Me? Uhh...okay, but don't run too fast or I may not be able to keep up with you."
"I won't leave you behind, believe me," Replied Mateo, with his dark eyes gleaming and his cock flopping around in his jogging pants.
They started running side by side slowly and talking as they jogged along through the park.
"You married or got a boyfriend?" asked Mateo
"Nope – you?"
"Nope"
"That's good," replied Mateo
Ramon didn't reply because he didn't hear what Mateo had said to him. They ran through the park past a playground, through a clump of boulders on each side of the path, along the bank of a small creek and over a wooden bridge connecting the left bank to the right bank. Mateo was slightly ahead and Ramon started to get hard watching the cheeks of a firm ass move in front of him.
As they came off the bridge, Mateo plopped down on the grass and Ramon dropped beside him. They were breathing hard and laughing at the same time.
"You run too fast," said Ramon. Leaning back on the grass and letting Mateo get a full view of his crotch. There was dick there for the munching.
"I do everything fast, but I make love slowly – very slowly" he replied
"Somehow I can believe that," exclaimed Ramon tapping him gently on his leg along with a little squeeze.
"Believe it my friend. To you I would not lie."
"Of course you wouldn't," garbled Ramon wiping his forehead with his shirt. "This running crap is too much like work"
"Wanna fuck instead?" mumbled Mateo.
"Sure – sprung back Ramon immediately - A-ha, I bet you didn't expect me to say that. Who's on top?" He asked
"Me" replied Mateo
"I have to think about it."
"What's to think about?"
"Do I look like a pussy to you?" "Only somebody `special' gets in there," exclaimed Ramon
"Fuck bro, I am special."
"I said, I would think about it. Calm your cream Pedro." replied Ramon.
They looked at one another in a way that was beyond seeing. It was looking loaded with unspoken words. Without hesitation, Mateo kissed him and touched Ramon's conquistador fine looking face.
The park was nearly deserted and folks were mostly in the playground area with children. "Let's go do nasty man, you are fuckin caliente." Said Mateo
Ramon was sexy and there was no missing a body like that. Mateo didn't realize how caliente (hot) Ramon really was, but he was about to find out.
"Come home with me," mumbled Mateo. We can take the subway and it's about six stops from here."
"Six stops?"
"Maybe five, but who's counting?"
"I have a better idea, come home with me and we can walk. It is two blocks from here and nobody is there. I have a housemate but he is gone for the day.
"You mean your boyfriend is gone for the day," interjected Mateo
"I don't have a boyfriend. Don't correct me, I know what I said."
"I didn't correct you bro. "Hell, I guess I did – lo siento."
They got to their feet and finished the run around the park ending back at the street entrance. From there, they walked to where Ramon lived.
I hope I'm not making a mistake with this bro," Ramon thought as he turned the key and opened the door. That nonsense faded quickly when the door closed behind them.
The door no sooner clicked when Mateo put his arms around Ramon and drew him close to his chest. He snatched him by the wrist and forced his arms into the air and pinned him against the wall. He kissed him frantically and Ramon bushed his body into Mateo's crotch. Their clothes came flying off, and tossed to the floor. They were both bare-chested and finally together.
The next few moments were not going to be just bumpy; they would be slippery, nasty and wet. Everything was moving so fast. It was duel energy maneuvering in unison, without even thinking. Mateo kissed his satin smooth flesh and ran his tongue over his nipple making Ramon groan a little as his flesh rose to attention in his pants.
Ramon put his arms around Mateo and the two of them slid together down to the floor holding one another. They were licking and kissing like everything was a competition. Actually, it was more like gobbling in a worshiping sort of way. Every once in a while, awesome takes on a new meaning.
Their bodies were brushed up against the door and the floor was hard and cold. They knew exactly where they were, but the sudden explosion of passion caught them off guard. It couldn't have been spot-on.
Mateo held Ramon's face with both hands kissing his nose, forehead and lips. He was definitely absorbed in wanting to touch him.
Ramon kneeled in front of Mateo and began rubbing his chest. He bent over and licked the hair on his stomach just above his belt.
"Oh man, you are so agreeable – so fuckin warm and awesome." Said Ramon
"You got it borki - keep doing what you are doing," replied Mateo
"Like this? Asked Ramon tugging at his flesh drawing pieces of him into his mouth. Mateo sighed, moaned and wiggled his warm sexy body into Ramon's face, allowing him to work his magic
"A-huh" answered Mateo, struggling to be perfect. Ramon was making him so hard he thought his dick was going to break. It disappeared into his throat and Ramon closed his lips firmly around it.
"Holy fuckin mama -- Yes -- like that," yelled Mateo.
Part 2 / next
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