Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 06:20:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: A. Iku <iku_iku227@aol.com>
Subject: Rought Papi | Benito

Rough Papi | Benito, Benny, Benz...

I would always see him hanging out at the corner bodega, next to the arcade
on 125th St., in Spanish Harlem. For as long as I can remember, I always
liked to hang out on that side of town. I guess I just like the way they
talked. You know, that Boricua, that Spanish shit.

Ever since I was a little kid, I guess I had a thing for the Papis. I guess
it goes back to my mom's old boyfriend. When I was maybe five or six, he
lived with us for a while. He was this real smooth Puerto Rican dude named
Tito. I remember he would always dance around the house with my moms and my
sister. He always seemed like a real cool guy, real fun, lively. But for
the life of me, I just can't really remember much else about him; except
that he always wore his hair in a long ponytail, that was way longer than
even most females I knew. And he'd always, always, walk around the
apartment in nothing but his boxers. I couldn't help but to check him
out. And even back then, to me he was fucking hot. I mean, Tito was a hot
little Papi Chulo, my Papi Chulo. And every time I saw him, usually coming
out of my mom's room after they, you know..., he'd give me a dollar. Then
he would take me in his arms and say, "Now give Papi a kiss." It was only
on the cheek, but even back then, I loved kissing my Papi. Especially, when
afterward he'd hold me in his arms, up close against his hairy chest and
kiss me on the forehead and call me his nino. And he always smelled so
great, like manliness wrapped up in cologne. I really liked Tito; but he
didn't end up staying around very long. But what I can remember of him was
that he was a pretty okay dude; and for what it's worth, he kept a smile on
my mom's face, for as long as he was around. And still even in my 5 year
old mind, he was sexy as hell. Well anyway, that was years ago. Now I'm 15;
and I love nothing more than to hang out at the arcade in Spanish Harlem,
just so I can check out all the Papis.

I'm Trae, by the way; and at 15, I more than know that I'm attracted to
guys, especially the Papis. But as a black kid, living in Harlem, there's
no fucking way I'd ever think about coming out as gay, especially not
now. Besides, it's not like I'm feminine or anything. I'm just a regular
kid. And really who's to say that I'm really gay anyway. Yeah, I might like
looking at guys, and sometimes I think about a guy when I'm jacking off,
but that doesn't mean I'd like being with one, or fucking one. Besides,
last summer, Keisha Greene let me fuck her. And I liked it, so much so,
that I made her my girlfriend. It only lasted for two weeks though; but it
was two of the fucking greatest weeks my dick had ever seen. So I guess
maybe I'm not gay. Maybe I'm just [curious]. I like fucking girls, but
Papis turn me on too. There's nothing wrong with that. But really, who
knows? Who's to say that anyone is gay or straight, or in between or
whatever. To be honest I don't know what I am. But for some reason, I just
can't seem to keep my eyes off of him.

His name was Benny, Benito. Everybody called him Benz though. And yeah, he
drove one. He was a dopeboy, a drug dealer, a hustler, and one of the
biggest in Harlem, not to mention one of the biggest players around. He was
known for always having his eyes and eventually his hands on somebody's
"business", not to mention their girl, for that matter. He was sort of
infamous in the hood for that; sort of infamous for the ruthless way he did
his business. He'd take your girl and your money all in one twisted deal,
and not think twice about it. But that's just rumors. What I know for sure
though, was that he owned the bodega next to the arcade, but spent more
time outside "selling", than he did actually running the store.

Everybody in Harlem knew Benz. Everybody knew exactly what he was all
about, and exactly who and what he was. And because of that; because of who
Benz was and what he did, he had a certain allure about him that had
everyone drawn to him. He had a certain charisma, a certain glow. Not to
mention, he was one sexy ass Papi to begin with. I mean all the girls in
the neighborhood, whether they were taken or not, fawned all over him. And
like I said, I couldn't keep my eyes off the guy. And to be honest, I
couldn't tell you whether it was more that I wanted to be him, or that I
just wanted to fuck him. But either way, I was mesmerized by Benz.

He was Boricua--Puerto Rican, and definitely a hot Papi. He was about 26 or
27, 6 foot tall, with a pretty lean but muscled body under all those baggy
clothes he wore [It was the 90']. But in the summer though, he'd only wear
a tank, or an opened shirt, or no shirt at all. Benny was actually the
first guy that I ever really noticed to have like a perfect six pack. It
was actually more of an eight pack; but fucking hot all the same. And in
the summer, I loved nothing more than to stare at it and him all day, as
the sun beat down and sweat glistened all over his shirtless body.

Benny was fucking beautiful too. You know when you they call a guy a pretty
boy, well Benny must be what they have in mind. He had like the most
perfectly chiseled jaw I had ever seen, and the cutest fucking dimples,
that seemed to show even when he wasn't smiling. But Benny smiled at
lot. It seemed like every time I saw him, he had the biggest smile
plastered across his face. And when he'd see me staring at him, that smile
would be directed right at me, and I'd melt just a little bit inside.

Benny also had like the brightest green eyes. And his lips. His lips were
just... Benny had the most perfectly thick pink lips. I mean they were
perfect. Benny was perfect. He was a fucking God, a Puerto Rican God, a
Papi Chulo for sure. Especially compared to me, a scrawny little black kid,
5'9, 140lbs at best, with practically no muscle, no fat. I was small. But
one thing I had going for me was that I could still pull off the cute kid
thing. I guess I was cute, but at my age, cute wouldn't be cutting it for
that much longer, at least that's what Keisha said...

One summer day, my friends and I were hanging at the arcade. It was pretty
hot out, and the arcade had ac. Besides when we were there, I got to stare
at Benny all day while he worked his magic on the streets. So, we pretty
much spent the whole day there at the arcade. We spent most of our days
there in the summer. It was kind of our little hangout. Well anyway, that
day it was getting pretty late, after 10pm; and my friends, they all had to
leave; but I wasn't ready to go. Besides the ac and Benny, I was pretty
obsessed with video games back then, especially Street Fighter. So that
night, I ended up staying back a few more hours playing until closing
time. I had gotten pretty lost into the game, when the owner suddenly
started flicking the lights on and off to signal that it was closing
time. So unwillingly I had to finished up and leave.

When I stepped outside, the heat hit me so hard it nearly took my breathe
away. It was after midnight, but the blazing summer heat was just as strong
as ever. And as I looked up and down 125 street, and wiped the sweat from
my brow, the streets were as packed as ever. But the only problem was that
the streets were packed, but with no one I knew. And definitely no one with
any good intentions. And walking through Harlem that late at night by
yourself wasn't exactly the safest thing to do. And I had more than a 10
block walk to get home. So despite how much of a tough guy I thought I was,
I was a bit worried and uneasy; and fuck it, I was scared about being out
by myself that late. And then he pulled up in his Benz.

"Hey Papito, Nino what you doing out here so late?" he asked me through the
window of his Beamer.

"Nothing man, just going home" I said.

Despite the pathetic fucking crush I had on Benny, I knew what he was all
about. And I knew that getting involved in anyway with him could be
dangerous. He wasn't exactly a pillar of the community. He was sort of the
opposite. So in the back of my mind, I always knew to stay clear. That if I
was going to, I had better idolize and fantasize about him from a far;
because Benny was a danger I just didn't need any parts of.

"Won't you get in, and let me give you a ride Papito?" Benny suggested; but
I knew better.

"Naw, I'm good man" I said. Then I started to walk up the block; but Benny
followed right behind me.

"Come on man, it ain't safe out here with all these fiends running
around. Just get in." Benny kept going, as he road along beside me.

I had to admit, he had a point. As dangerous as he was, the worst that
could happen with him was possibly being pulled over by the cops. But all
these crazy addicts out here could do a lot worse to a lone defenseless kid
like me. So against my better judgment, I got in. "You can just drop me off
on Lennox" I said as I got in the car. Then Benny sped off...

"I know where you live at Papito. And it ain't on no Lennox." Benny said to
me, catching me in my lie. The truth was, I honestly didn't want Benny to
know where I lived. He's not the type of guy you'd want to know too much
about you. "I get it Papito, you don't want me to know where you live
at. That's smart. Everybody don't need to know all your business. But, I
ain't everybody. You know me. And I know you, Trae" Benny said, as he
placed his hand on my knee, and then my thigh. "Besides, I know your sister
Tracey. Well, I knew her." He said to me.

"How you know her?" I asked confused, not knowing the connection Benny had
with my sister. She had died a few years ago, but that's another story. Me
and her had always been pretty close. In fact she was the only one that
knew about me liking guys. She was really like the most important person to
me, so I was a bit sensitive when it came to people speaking on her.

"We used to kick it back in the day. We went to school together." Benny
said, with his hand now more rubbing my thigh than anything. "She was fine
too." He said, licking his lips. But I didn't play that. Nobody talked
about my sister.

"Don't talk about her like that" I said pushing his hand off my leg.

"Oh, no offense little man. It's not like that. She was my peoples. Like my
best friend. I can't believe you don't remember me. I used to hang out at
you guy's place all the time", he said laughing a little. "You was just a
little ole thing back then though, but you ain't little no more" Benny said
to me. Then he put his hand back on my leg, and slightly started rubbing me
again. "You damn sure ain't little no more Papito."

And suddenly he moved his hand off my leg, but he didn't stop rubbing. He
put his hand right on my lap and grabbed hold of my dick through my pants
and started rubbing it. It wasn't long at all before my dick was hard as a
rock, in Benny's hand. And all the while this was going on, I just sat
there in shock. I couldn't believe this was really happening. I couldn't
believe that the object of half of Harlem's fantasies was sitting here
rubbing my dick in his Beamer. Man I was about to cum right then and there
in my pants. But then Benny pulled over.

"Yo Benny, where are we?" I asked, not knowing where we were. It was dark,
but I could tell that we were in some kind of abandon lot, but I just
didn't know where.

"Don't worry about that Papito. Just take off your shirt." He ordered
me. And despite not knowing where I was, Benny had me way too turned on; he
way too intrigued not to see where this would go. So I took my shirt off
like he said. I was so nervous that I was shaking. My heart was throbbing
in my ches. Then he put his hand back on my dick; and I nearly died.

"See I knew you remembered me" he said as he pulled his shirt off too, and
revealed to me that perfect chest, that strong, hard, muscled chest that I
had stared at so often through the window of the arcade. And then he leaned
over and kissed me. I was in shock, maybe ecstasy, maybe even heaven as his
mouth, as those so perfect lips touched mine; and then his lips went
lower. He started kissing, then licking my young chest; and soon he was
taking one of my nipples in his mouth. It was electric, warm. Fuck! It was
hot like fire. And I just knew that if he did anything else, I was cumming
in my pants for sure. But then he took care of that.

Out of nowhere Benny started undoing my pants. At first he was having a
little trouble, but I was way too horny to not help him out. And in no
time, my shorts and my underwear were on the floor of his car; and he had
my dick in his mouth. I felt like I was heaven. Like I could have died
right there in that moment and been a happy man. I mean Benny was good. He
sucked my dick like a champ. Way better than Keisha ever did. And in less
than two minutes, he was doing something else Keisha never did. Like the
hot, sexy, Papi Chulo he was, Benny swallowed every drop of cum I shot in
his mouth. And then he kissed my lips again. And then...

"Get out" He ordered me.

"What?" I responded. I was confused. I didn't know what he meant. I didn't
know how, or what went wrong, but suddenly he was kicking me out of his
car.

"Get the fuck out" He said.

I was beyond scared. I didn't want things to go any worse. So I leaned down
and started pulling up my shorts. "No leave them off", he said to me. And
at that point I was really freaked out; so much so, that I froze up. I
couldn't move or say a thing. I was in shock. I was way too scared. And
then he shocked me even more, and got out of the car himself, and walked
around and opened my door. "Get out", he said again, with a smirk on his
face. But I was still too scared to move. So he grabbed me by the arm, and
with no effort at all, he pulled me up and out the car.

I stood there naked, in shock, my shorts around my ankles, and my crush,
who just blew me, staring me up and down, with a look that scared the fuck
out of me. My mind was going crazy. I was stuck between my wildest fantasy
and my living nightmare all in an instance. I didn't know what was going
on. I didn't know how things had gotten so bad. I was just hoping like hell
that he wasn't thinking about leaving me out here like this. But something
in my mind told me that that was going to be the outcome. And then I felt
myself nearly ready to cry.

"Turn around" he said to me. And in my fear, I finally reacted. I did as he
said; and I turned around and leaned against the car. Then before I knew
it, Benny was bending me over hood, and squatting down behind me, spreading
my ass, and thrusting his warm wet tongue inside me. My eyes nearly rolled
in the back of my head. The pleasure of having someone's tongue in your
ass, is like none other. I mean, his tongue had me ready to cum again
already. "You like that don't you Papito", he said to me.

"Fuck yeah Papi. I like it" I moaned out loud.

"Good, I like pleasing my ninos" Benny said to me, before he threw my leg
up over the hood, thrust his tongue back in me. And all I could do was
moan. It felt so good. It was like he was eating my ass for hours,
devouring every bit of my little virgin hole. And I was enjoying every
second of it. "Get on the hood Papi" he ordered me. And I wasted no time
following his instructions. I climbed on the hood and laid flat on my
stomach; but that wasn't how he wanted me. "No Papito, on your back. I
wanna see that pretty face of yours" he said, and then he kissed me again,
but this time he held me in his arms. And at that point, I was more ready
than ever to have my Papi inside me. So I took it upon myself, and started
pushing his pants down; and then I pulled him on top of me. And he didn't
protest, not at all. He was more than into it too, and before long he'd be
in me.

As his pants hit the ground, I was still in his arms. And when I saw his
dick for the first time, I couldn't keep my mouth closed. I was in shock at
how so big and thick it was. And when I say thick, I mean THICK. And till
this day, I've never had, yet along fucking seen a dick thicker. His dick
was nearly as thick as my wrist. It was fat as hell, but oddly not much
longer than mine. Maybe 7 to my 6inches, but the thickness, had beyond made
up for that. And once it was inside me, there was no question at all, that
he was big, and that I was his. And I was ready for him to fuck me, and
make it so.

Benny fucked me on the hood of his Beamer, while I held on to him, and
screamed his named for dear life. He was fucking the hell out of me; and I
was loving every bit of it. I was loving every stroke, every inch of his
fat Puerto Rican dick inside me. And when he came that was a whole other
experience. I mean his cum was so hot, and there was so much of it inside
me, and even more leaking out of my hole onto the hood. And he just kept
fucking me, like that one nut wasn't enough. And it wasn't. I was hooked,
and so was he. I wanted more of Benny's dick, more of his cum inside
me. And he wanted more of me. And when I say we fucked on the hood of his
car until the sun came up. Believe it. And at about 6 in the morning, Benny
and I laid there on the hood of his car, naked, wet, hot in each others
arms, as the sun shown down on us.

Then we got dressed, and Benny took me out for breakfast. And we sat there
in the diner on Lennox ave, and ate pancakes and talked; and had like a
real fucking date. I mean thinking back now, it was all so fucking weird,
so crazy. I mean I was a 15 year old kid in Harlem, who just lived out his
wildest sexual fantasy, with his crush, the sexiest Papi Chulo in the
hood. And now, he was taking me on a morning after breakfast date. And man
I can't help but laugh at that. But the craziest thing is that it wasn't
our last. It was far from the last time Benny would take me out on a date,
and fuck me and suck me, or spent a night or a morning holding me in his
arms. And what's even more crazy is that it was never a secret. It was like
Benny and I were together. Like I was his nino and he was my Papi...