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DA BUZZ SHACK
(By N. N. Beckmuth)
(Playguy.Sept.2001.)
I’ll tell you something 'bout the barrio in Brooklyn. Grand Street,
where I just moved in, is just as hot as a Puerto Rican after hours club
in a heat wave — and we're talking even in broad daylight. You just walk
right out the front door and you never saw so many golden brown, blazin'
naked chests on all them puppy dawgs just eyeing at you in the summer
sun. You know them spicy Latin sausages in the bodegas they got called
chorizos, so loaded with musky tastiness they just make your mouth all
wet and tangy. So do the boricua homies in my brand new hood!
Now most of these guys can't tell where I'm really from on account of my
mellow kinda cappuccino color. I got the brown thing goin’ on, but I
don't look like the sunrise like these Puerto Rican hotties do! Fact is,
I'm just from boring old Kansas. But I got some Italian, maybe even some
Cherokee blood running through my 8 inch fatty, so I guess that makes
for one horny ex-farm dude. That's why, soon as I was 18, I knew I had
to move my sweet ass to NYC to see all them wild papis I read about,
shaking their boxers right down off their hot little bubble booties at
the Latin dance clubs. From a thousand miles away the party in Manhattan
was calling me.
So I moved as close as I could afford to — to Brooklyn. Ricky is the
Rican homie working shirtless on Grand Street every day, handing out
fliers for this little buzz-cuts joint he and a couple other papis run
there called Da Buzz Shack. I just kept seeing him my first few days in
the barrio. Ricky's older than me, maybe 20. He's got these natural
tiger cub kinda muscles — young, sleek curves under baby-soft skin the
color of hot caramel. He's six foot tall and he has this fiery, fierce
kinda look to his features — like he's smoldering — like maybe steam's
coming up out of him. But when you take a closer look in there, you see
those milk chocolate eyes. You see what a warm and good little pup's in
there and it just puts a lump in your throat and pins and needles in
your jeans!
Where you from, yo?" I heard this deep voice say behind me one blazing
day. I reel around and there was Ricky, wearing nothing but blue
basketball shorts and flip-flops, glistening with fresh sweat and
cracking this surprising little smile at me.
I kinda choked. "Uh, just Kansas really!" I said, kinda stupid.
Ricky laughed. "Nah! Kansas?!"
I laughed too. "Yeah! I swear it!"
He was grinning this little devil grin. "Yo, that's mad funny, bro.
Cause you ain't in Kansas no more. And you better know I'm gonna prove
it to you." He was suddenly dead serious and really kind of threatening.
I was scared shitless; at the same time I felt my cock waking out of its
slumber curl. "Well I guess I won't stop you from trying then." I said,
not sure what the hell we were talking about. Then Ricky was giggling
like a little kid. He'd only been doggin' me. He grabbed me by the belt
buckle right there on Grand Street and pulled me close enough to kiss.
"Then it’s high time you came to see Da Bro's Shack, son!" I love the
way these young guys call each other "son." I could feel the tickle of
my cock as it crawled across the cotton.
"I thought it was Da Buzz Shack," I said. He opened the door to the shop
and gave my ass a little kick to pop me in.
"Well, we got another shack in the back!" he kinda purred, all nasty
like, in my ear. Then he shoved the bulge in his b-ball shorts across
the ass of my jeans in passing. He was just fucking huge. I knew all
along that Ricky was one of those motherfuckers you figure was chiseled
by the hand of god right down to the tiniest detail — only this
particular detail was none too tiny. I was sweating out of plain fear to
think what he might be planning to do with that monster — or was it
desire? I felt a little faint as I followed behind him and the fresh,
acrid odor of his sweat grabbed me by the nose.
"That's Carlito and that's Lil' Papi." Ricky introduced me to his
buzz-cuttin' buddies, clipping away at customers as we swept on through
the store. Carlito was just a big ole’ pile of sexy — like an oversized
golden retriever. I coulda sworn he almost growled at me as I passed.
Lil' Papi was this angel face sucking on a lollipop and kinda wrigglin'
his nose at me. I could tell by the way that they both lit up when we
passed, they knew exactly where Ricky was taking me.
Next thing I know we're in a little room in the back with lots of
Spanish candles and a bed full of pillows.
"This is Da Bro's Shack!" he proudly announced and stuffed my hand right
down his b-ball shorts. I was too thrilled to hesitate. I gave a squeeze
on the jumbo crown. A fuckin' "brewsky" I thought — that's what I call a
guy with a dick that's beer can thick. I was freakin' on that warm,
rubbery bigness. I swooned. My face fell right against the sexy gold
chain on Ricky's silk and satin chest. I had a perky dark brown nipple
staring me in the eye like a little Christmas light. I was floating.
"Whoa lil' dawg!" he laughed. "Up! Let me teach you a trick."
Then he imitated me and nuzzled his face into my chest. But I suddenly
felt his soft, wet tongue darting around, ice skating style, and before
I knew it, he had unbuttoned my shirt with nothing but his tongue. He
began doing sloppy figure eights around my belly button. My tummy went
electric — I was being tickled delirious. He drove that tongue right up
into my armpit and started throbbing away at it. My nerves were
flipping. He popped up suddenly like a shark and playfully bit my nose.
"Ai, you taste like rum, papi! Every inch! I'll lick every inch of you!
But now, you get me naked." he snapped.
I dropped to my knees. I looked up at the golden curves, the sleek naked
beauty of him towering over me. And now I was worshipping my island sun
god.
I bit down on those basketball shorts and flipped my head this way and
that to get them down to his ankles, growling and panting. He was
wearing only a jockstrap now — white against bronze, and so fucking hot.
I grabbed a haircutter's scissors on a table and snipped the strap at
the hips. The whole monster package burst out like a big brown jack in
the box. He had to be nine and a half thick inches, with a glowing crown
a good deal fatter than the already fat shaft. That humongous cock was
the color of coffee with just a couple drops of cream. It was dark and
rock hard and pointed straight up to his ecstatically proud smile.
"He's all yours, my brother," he said, right out loud. "Now you suck on
Puerto Rico like you mean it."
I gripped the thick shaft like the handle of a gladiator's sword and
tasted that big old mushroom of a crown. I licked on that hot little
piss slit, damn near rimming it. I was lost in his godlike cock. Soon
every inch of my mouth and throat were full of that dark flesh muscle. I
rode up and down, sucking good and hard, real hard, working the shaft
and massaging those big dank balls tighter and tighter.
"Aww, Jesus, man — suck on my cojones!" I was gladly following orders.
Those massive, silky mounds filled my slobbering mouth like musky
meatballs. It was like I was alone in my little nook, sucking my way
into never-never land. I held onto his taut, strong calves, then groped
my way up and down those miracle legs.
"I wanna see that sweet ass! I wanna see you waggin’ that tail in my
face like the good little dawg I know you are," he panted. The fresh,
sharp smell of our sex-sweat filled the room. I tore off my jeans,
arched my back, spread my asscheeks and ground my hard little
bubble-butt in his face.
"Aww yeah! That's it! Show me that pretty little pussy-hole," he was
growling. "Smear it! Smear it all over my face now." I felt a sharp
crack and it was a shock. He had slapped my wide open hole and it hit
like a crack of lightning. "I want to see that pretty little pussy
blush," he whispered. "Now pull that bubble-butt open and let me taste
the treasure."
I did as I was told and felt him smearing his whole face — eyes, nose,
chin, cheeks — up and down my moist, raw asshole. My whole insides felt
a rush when his tongue entered my tender cave. He was moaning, licking
as far up inside me as he could get. What he was doing was making my
asshole ravenous for something thicker than tongue.
"Fuck me, man!" I suddenly barked like a Doberman. We were both
surprised. Ricky whipped me around and jammed his face in mine.
"Aye, aye, sir!" he said. He shoved his tongue in my mouth. "You like
the smell of your hole when I kiss you?! You're all over my mouth, son!"
Ricky was crazed horny. We were both in the jungle now.
Rick had already slipped on a condom. He grabbed me by the neck and
threw me up against the wall like a cop. I felt the cool, creamy juice
of lubricant being fingered up my eager asshole. My breathing stopped.
From behind I felt his beautiful face nestle right beside mine, our
sweat mingling. "Just breathe, my brother, and arch that back like the
ultimate pussy I know you are." I did as he said and felt that massive
crown, like an electric prod, pressing at my rim. My insides turned to
jelly. "You're fucking beautiful to me. I wanted to fuck your sweet
little butt-pussy from the first time I saw you," he whispered. I was
floored. But before I could really register what he was saying, he was
trying to shove all his glory right up into my sopping wet, vulnerable,
tight little asshole. I felt a numbing pain scream through my guts like
a shock wave. But before I could scream, he slid it right on in, all the
way, and once he had I'd somehow melted into sheer dizzying paradise.
Every feeling a guy can have was sliding in and out of me along with the
nine-odd darkly golden inches of my Latin Apollo. In and out, and it all
felt so fucking beautiful.
"Fuck me harder!" I moaned. My command was like a gunshot to a
racehorse. Ricky worked himself up into pumping me hard and harder. "You
like this big old dick up your juicy little pussy-hole?"
"Aw, Jesus, yeah!"
"You like these brown balls slappin' up against your wet little bubble
ass?" he yelled at me.
"Oh shit, Ricky, yes!"
"You like it Puerto Rican don't you? You love that ragin' hard, dark
cock up inside a you!"
My pussy-hole felt electrocuted — pummeled into rapture. I heard myself
screaming like a jaguar.
"CUM IN MY FACE!" I heard him bark at me suddenly as he yanked himself
out of my asshole and spun me round. I let rip a fountain of cream,
jizzing up and down on that gorgeous face. Ricky was laughing in sheer,
lusty delight. "Every time you walk down Grand Street, I wanted you
ming up and down on my face just like that!" he howled. I felt like
I'd been bungee jumping and had just gone SPROOINNGGG!
"Now. Now is the big time. Now it's time for you to do a little work on
MY pussy, doc!" he said. This motherfucker was like the bunny with the
batteries. He grabbed hold of the plumbing on the ceiling and wagged
that beautifully round, golden ass in my face.
I noticed I was drooling for that hot little cuio, darker brown than the
rest of him, just like his monster cock. But this was so raw, so nasty,
the most secret place of the most beautiful guy on Grand Street — the
guy I'd been fantasizing over since I moved to the city. Smooth Latino
butthole spread out wide open in front of my mouth.
"Go on! Bury your face in me, till you're good and ready to fuck me!"
Ricky ordered. My tongue headed straight for dark paradise.
Then there was a knock at the door. "FUCK!" Ricky griped.
"Yo, calm down, Rick, you'll have plenty of time with him later. We got
a customer. Your turn taking care of business in Da Buzz Shack," said
big, hunky Carlito, grinning like a Cheshire cat and licking his chops.
"And our turn taking care of business in Da Bro's Shack!" said Lil’
Papi, already stroking at a mighty long bulge in his shorts.
Ricky, my sun god, was scrambling to fix his jock strap. "I'll just have
to finish later, dude. And you better know you gotta home away from
Kansas now. You're our mad hot little man now!" he said. And then he was
gone. And then it began again.
-------------------------
Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
(By N. N. Beckmuth)
(Playguy.Sept.2001.)
I’ll tell you something 'bout the barrio in Brooklyn. Grand Street,
where I just moved in, is just as hot as a Puerto Rican after hours club
in a heat wave — and we're talking even in broad daylight. You just walk
right out the front door and you never saw so many golden brown, blazin'
naked chests on all them puppy dawgs just eyeing at you in the summer
sun. You know them spicy Latin sausages in the bodegas they got called
chorizos, so loaded with musky tastiness they just make your mouth all
wet and tangy. So do the boricua homies in my brand new hood!
Now most of these guys can't tell where I'm really from on account of my
mellow kinda cappuccino color. I got the brown thing goin’ on, but I
don't look like the sunrise like these Puerto Rican hotties do! Fact is,
I'm just from boring old Kansas. But I got some Italian, maybe even some
Cherokee blood running through my 8 inch fatty, so I guess that makes
for one horny ex-farm dude. That's why, soon as I was 18, I knew I had
to move my sweet ass to NYC to see all them wild papis I read about,
shaking their boxers right down off their hot little bubble booties at
the Latin dance clubs. From a thousand miles away the party in Manhattan
was calling me.
So I moved as close as I could afford to — to Brooklyn. Ricky is the
Rican homie working shirtless on Grand Street every day, handing out
fliers for this little buzz-cuts joint he and a couple other papis run
there called Da Buzz Shack. I just kept seeing him my first few days in
the barrio. Ricky's older than me, maybe 20. He's got these natural
tiger cub kinda muscles — young, sleek curves under baby-soft skin the
color of hot caramel. He's six foot tall and he has this fiery, fierce
kinda look to his features — like he's smoldering — like maybe steam's
coming up out of him. But when you take a closer look in there, you see
those milk chocolate eyes. You see what a warm and good little pup's in
there and it just puts a lump in your throat and pins and needles in
your jeans!
Where you from, yo?" I heard this deep voice say behind me one blazing
day. I reel around and there was Ricky, wearing nothing but blue
basketball shorts and flip-flops, glistening with fresh sweat and
cracking this surprising little smile at me.
I kinda choked. "Uh, just Kansas really!" I said, kinda stupid.
Ricky laughed. "Nah! Kansas?!"
I laughed too. "Yeah! I swear it!"
He was grinning this little devil grin. "Yo, that's mad funny, bro.
Cause you ain't in Kansas no more. And you better know I'm gonna prove
it to you." He was suddenly dead serious and really kind of threatening.
I was scared shitless; at the same time I felt my cock waking out of its
slumber curl. "Well I guess I won't stop you from trying then." I said,
not sure what the hell we were talking about. Then Ricky was giggling
like a little kid. He'd only been doggin' me. He grabbed me by the belt
buckle right there on Grand Street and pulled me close enough to kiss.
"Then it’s high time you came to see Da Bro's Shack, son!" I love the
way these young guys call each other "son." I could feel the tickle of
my cock as it crawled across the cotton.
"I thought it was Da Buzz Shack," I said. He opened the door to the shop
and gave my ass a little kick to pop me in.
"Well, we got another shack in the back!" he kinda purred, all nasty
like, in my ear. Then he shoved the bulge in his b-ball shorts across
the ass of my jeans in passing. He was just fucking huge. I knew all
along that Ricky was one of those motherfuckers you figure was chiseled
by the hand of god right down to the tiniest detail — only this
particular detail was none too tiny. I was sweating out of plain fear to
think what he might be planning to do with that monster — or was it
desire? I felt a little faint as I followed behind him and the fresh,
acrid odor of his sweat grabbed me by the nose.
"That's Carlito and that's Lil' Papi." Ricky introduced me to his
buzz-cuttin' buddies, clipping away at customers as we swept on through
the store. Carlito was just a big ole’ pile of sexy — like an oversized
golden retriever. I coulda sworn he almost growled at me as I passed.
Lil' Papi was this angel face sucking on a lollipop and kinda wrigglin'
his nose at me. I could tell by the way that they both lit up when we
passed, they knew exactly where Ricky was taking me.
Next thing I know we're in a little room in the back with lots of
Spanish candles and a bed full of pillows.
"This is Da Bro's Shack!" he proudly announced and stuffed my hand right
down his b-ball shorts. I was too thrilled to hesitate. I gave a squeeze
on the jumbo crown. A fuckin' "brewsky" I thought — that's what I call a
guy with a dick that's beer can thick. I was freakin' on that warm,
rubbery bigness. I swooned. My face fell right against the sexy gold
chain on Ricky's silk and satin chest. I had a perky dark brown nipple
staring me in the eye like a little Christmas light. I was floating.
"Whoa lil' dawg!" he laughed. "Up! Let me teach you a trick."
Then he imitated me and nuzzled his face into my chest. But I suddenly
felt his soft, wet tongue darting around, ice skating style, and before
I knew it, he had unbuttoned my shirt with nothing but his tongue. He
began doing sloppy figure eights around my belly button. My tummy went
electric — I was being tickled delirious. He drove that tongue right up
into my armpit and started throbbing away at it. My nerves were
flipping. He popped up suddenly like a shark and playfully bit my nose.
"Ai, you taste like rum, papi! Every inch! I'll lick every inch of you!
But now, you get me naked." he snapped.
I dropped to my knees. I looked up at the golden curves, the sleek naked
beauty of him towering over me. And now I was worshipping my island sun
god.
I bit down on those basketball shorts and flipped my head this way and
that to get them down to his ankles, growling and panting. He was
wearing only a jockstrap now — white against bronze, and so fucking hot.
I grabbed a haircutter's scissors on a table and snipped the strap at
the hips. The whole monster package burst out like a big brown jack in
the box. He had to be nine and a half thick inches, with a glowing crown
a good deal fatter than the already fat shaft. That humongous cock was
the color of coffee with just a couple drops of cream. It was dark and
rock hard and pointed straight up to his ecstatically proud smile.
"He's all yours, my brother," he said, right out loud. "Now you suck on
Puerto Rico like you mean it."
I gripped the thick shaft like the handle of a gladiator's sword and
tasted that big old mushroom of a crown. I licked on that hot little
piss slit, damn near rimming it. I was lost in his godlike cock. Soon
every inch of my mouth and throat were full of that dark flesh muscle. I
rode up and down, sucking good and hard, real hard, working the shaft
and massaging those big dank balls tighter and tighter.
"Aww, Jesus, man — suck on my cojones!" I was gladly following orders.
Those massive, silky mounds filled my slobbering mouth like musky
meatballs. It was like I was alone in my little nook, sucking my way
into never-never land. I held onto his taut, strong calves, then groped
my way up and down those miracle legs.
"I wanna see that sweet ass! I wanna see you waggin’ that tail in my
face like the good little dawg I know you are," he panted. The fresh,
sharp smell of our sex-sweat filled the room. I tore off my jeans,
arched my back, spread my asscheeks and ground my hard little
bubble-butt in his face.
"Aww yeah! That's it! Show me that pretty little pussy-hole," he was
growling. "Smear it! Smear it all over my face now." I felt a sharp
crack and it was a shock. He had slapped my wide open hole and it hit
like a crack of lightning. "I want to see that pretty little pussy
blush," he whispered. "Now pull that bubble-butt open and let me taste
the treasure."
I did as I was told and felt him smearing his whole face — eyes, nose,
chin, cheeks — up and down my moist, raw asshole. My whole insides felt
a rush when his tongue entered my tender cave. He was moaning, licking
as far up inside me as he could get. What he was doing was making my
asshole ravenous for something thicker than tongue.
"Fuck me, man!" I suddenly barked like a Doberman. We were both
surprised. Ricky whipped me around and jammed his face in mine.
"Aye, aye, sir!" he said. He shoved his tongue in my mouth. "You like
the smell of your hole when I kiss you?! You're all over my mouth, son!"
Ricky was crazed horny. We were both in the jungle now.
Rick had already slipped on a condom. He grabbed me by the neck and
threw me up against the wall like a cop. I felt the cool, creamy juice
of lubricant being fingered up my eager asshole. My breathing stopped.
From behind I felt his beautiful face nestle right beside mine, our
sweat mingling. "Just breathe, my brother, and arch that back like the
ultimate pussy I know you are." I did as he said and felt that massive
crown, like an electric prod, pressing at my rim. My insides turned to
jelly. "You're fucking beautiful to me. I wanted to fuck your sweet
little butt-pussy from the first time I saw you," he whispered. I was
floored. But before I could really register what he was saying, he was
trying to shove all his glory right up into my sopping wet, vulnerable,
tight little asshole. I felt a numbing pain scream through my guts like
a shock wave. But before I could scream, he slid it right on in, all the
way, and once he had I'd somehow melted into sheer dizzying paradise.
Every feeling a guy can have was sliding in and out of me along with the
nine-odd darkly golden inches of my Latin Apollo. In and out, and it all
felt so fucking beautiful.
"Fuck me harder!" I moaned. My command was like a gunshot to a
racehorse. Ricky worked himself up into pumping me hard and harder. "You
like this big old dick up your juicy little pussy-hole?"
"Aw, Jesus, yeah!"
"You like these brown balls slappin' up against your wet little bubble
ass?" he yelled at me.
"Oh shit, Ricky, yes!"
"You like it Puerto Rican don't you? You love that ragin' hard, dark
cock up inside a you!"
My pussy-hole felt electrocuted — pummeled into rapture. I heard myself
screaming like a jaguar.
"CUM IN MY FACE!" I heard him bark at me suddenly as he yanked himself
out of my asshole and spun me round. I let rip a fountain of cream,
jizzing up and down on that gorgeous face. Ricky was laughing in sheer,
lusty delight. "Every time you walk down Grand Street, I wanted you
ming up and down on my face just like that!" he howled. I felt like I'd been bungee jumping and had just gone SPROOINNGGG!
"Now. Now is the big time. Now it's time for you to do a little work on
MY pussy, doc!" he said. This motherfucker was like the bunny with the
batteries. He grabbed hold of the plumbing on the ceiling and wagged
that beautifully round, golden ass in my face.
I noticed I was drooling for that hot little cuio, darker brown than the
rest of him, just like his monster cock. But this was so raw, so nasty,
the most secret place of the most beautiful guy on Grand Street — the
guy I'd been fantasizing over since I moved to the city. Smooth Latino
butthole spread out wide open in front of my mouth.
"Go on! Bury your face in me, till you're good and ready to fuck me!"
Ricky ordered. My tongue headed straight for dark paradise.
Then there was a knock at the door. "FUCK!" Ricky griped.
"Yo, calm down, Rick, you'll have plenty of time with him later. We got
a customer. Your turn taking care of business in Da Buzz Shack," said
big, hunky Carlito, grinning like a Cheshire cat and licking his chops.
"And our turn taking care of business in Da Bro's Shack!" said Lil’
Papi, already stroking at a mighty long bulge in his shorts.
Ricky, my sun god, was scrambling to fix his jock strap. "I'll just have
to finish later, dude. And you better know you gotta home away from
Kansas now. You're our mad hot little man now!" he said. And then he was
gone. And then it began again.
-------------------------
Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
