We’re Spanish
by: Staley Cole Smith
© 2021 by the Author
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Part 1
Sometimes when there is nothing at all, it gives one nothing to regret. That is how Enrique began to look at things as he grew older.
Enrique was born in the Bronx to Puerto Rican parents who settled in New York about thirty years ago. He was twenty eight year old with one older sister.
Struggling to get through a tough Bronx high school, Enrique 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, Enrique was a pretty boy who grew into a hot looking man. By the time he reached his present age of twenty eight; he really understood how to read people.
The ladies loved him far more than he cared to be with them. He dated a few but it always turned to sex and that was the 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 Enrique. 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 some moments of passion and release but still had nothing that made him happy.
He would talk to his house mate, (a gay friend and nothing else) about his adventures and they would laugh and pass it off as one glorious hook up after another. Enrique had nothing to regret, but very little worth remembering. Sex was nothing but a moment to feel relaxed for him.
“Is it still raining?” asked his house mate Carlos
“I think it stopped.” Replied Enrique
“Jesus, don’t think – take a look. “I have to go someplace this morning. Do you want to come with me?” asked Carlos
“Where are you going?”
“To a porn movie”
“What the hell are you talking about? A porn movie?”
“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 Carlo
“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 Carlos “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 screwed and he makes cash”
“Oh, he wouldn’t do that.” Said Carlos
“Idiot”
“What?”
“I said - you’re an idiot, getting involved with some nut job.”
“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 Carlos starting to giggle.
“Sure I do, it’s a masculine puppy between my legs” replied Enrique now laughing at himself.
“I may be an idiot, but you sure enjoy being a dumb ass.” Said Carlos
It would be nice to think this was a coming of age moment, but they were so different in the way they handled being gay. Whatever they said meant very little.
Enrique believed that he knew gay men better than they know themselves; and that was true, in some cases.
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The park was in walking distance from where Carlos and Enrique lived. Enrique put on a hoodie and briskly walked along the street avoiding puddles of water. The day was rather cool for late spring.
The park had already attracted people after the rain. A group of teen agers were shooting hoops and a couple of small children were playing on the paths made of gravel.
Enrique 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.
A jogger ran past him and a few minutes later, he ran past again. The second time he they looked at each other, he smiled at Enrique. It was automatic and Enrique smiled back.
“Hola! Cómo estás,” said the jogger stopping in front of Enrique
“Bueno, gracias.” replied Enrique
“Is anybody sitting there?” asked the stranger in perfect English, pointing to the spot next to Enrique
“Nope”
“There is now. My name is Mateo”
“Enrique,” replied Enrique, but some people call me Rick or Enrique.
“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 Enrique checking his phone and Mateo grinding his heel into the gravel.
“You don’t talk much, do you”” said Mateo
“What should we talk about? – OH no, – here comes that mother queen from Flatbush.” mumbled Enrique; just 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 gorgeous latino man,” blurted out Irving speaking to Enrique.
“Oh vey, my feet - they are killing me, scoot over and let an old gal in here,” Irving mumbled wedging himself between Enrique and Mateo.
“I hope you speak English,” said Irving. “My Spanish is just dreadful. It’s those possive pronouns. I just can’t handle pronouns.” He said to Mateo
I am thirty three 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 .”
“Good-by, would be nice,” replied Mateo
Enrique 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.
“I should be going too” said Mateo. “I’ll take one more run around the park and that should do it” he commented. Then he began trotting toward the path away from Enrique
He didn’t go very far before stopping and walked back to where Enrique was still sitting on the park bench. “Come run with me.” He said holding out his hand.
“Me? Uhh…..okay, but don’t run too fast or I many not be able to keep up with you.”
“I won’t leave you behind, believe me; I’m not leaving you anyplace except with me.” Replied Mateo smiling with his dark eyes beaming and a warm look to his face.
They started running side by side slowly and talking as they jogged along through the park.
“You married?” asked Mateo
“Nope – you?”
“Nope”
“That’s good,” replied Mateo
Enrique 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.
As they came off the bridge, Mateo plopped down on the grass and Enrique dropped beside him. They were breathing hard and laughing at the same time.
“You run too fast,” said Enrique.
“I do everything fast, but I make love slowly – very slowly” he replied
“Somehow I can believe that,” exclaimed Erique tapping him gently on his arm.
“Believe it my friend. To you I would not lie.”
“Of course you wouldn’t,” exclaimed Enrique wipping his forehear with his shirt. “This running crap is too much like work”
The place was deserted and folks in the park were mostly in the playground area with children. “You are okay, man.” Said Mateo “Your body is good, and you run like a stallion. I like watching you.
“So are you,” replied Enrique “A stallion – I mean”
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 Enrique’s conquistador looking face.
Enrique was attractive with a body to match. Mateo didn’t realize how caliente (hot) Enrique 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 seven, 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 Enrique lived.
I hope I’m not making a mistake with this bro,” Enrique 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 Enrique and drew him close to his chest.
Enrique snatched Mateo by the wrist and forced his arms into the air and pinned him against the wall. He kissed him frantically as Mateo bushed his body into Enrique’s crotch. The hoodie came flying off, then their shirts, and whatever was under it. The clothing including Mateo’s jogging top, were tossed to the floor. They were both bare-chested and now really together.
Part 2
Everything was moving so fast. It was energy that Enrique maneuvered without even thinking. Mateo kissed his satin smooth flesh and ran his tongue over his nipple making Enrique groan a little as his flesh rose to attention in his pants.
Enrique 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 were they were, but the sudden explosion of passion caught them off guard. It couldn’t have been more spot-on.
Mateo held Enrique’s face with both hands kissing his nose, forehead and lips. He was definitely absorbed in wanting to touch him.
Enrique 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 very warm and awesome.” Said Enrique
“Yes, borki buddy) - keep doing what you are doing,” replied Mateo
"Like this? Asked Enrique not only licking his chest but lip tugging at his flesh drawing pieces of him into his mouth. Enrique was very gentle nibbling away on Mateo and words failed him completely. He sighed, moaned and wiggled his warm sexy body into Enrique’s face, allowing him to work his magic
"A-huh" answered Mateo, struggling to get his pants off. Enrique was making him so hard he thought his dick was going to break.
Mateo’s cock came bouncing out and Enrique put his mouth around it. It disappeared into his throat.
"Holy fuckin mama -- Yes -- like that,” yelled Mateo.
Enrique worked diligently getting his pants off with Mateo’s junk still deep inside
his mouth. He kicked away his jeans and lay on the floor stark naked.
Enrique tried standing to lead Mateo into the bedroom, but Mateo wasn’t cooperating.
“Don’t leave me bro,” mumbled Mateo, pulling him on top of his body like a blanket.
“I’m not leaving; I am taking you to the bedroom.” Mumbled Enrique
“I don’t want to move away from here. I want to remember this spot for ever,” replied Mateo.
“That’s freakin dramatic; forever? - Now really. The damn floor is hard and cold.”
“Who cares, you are warm and comfortable,” replied Mateo “We are Spanish.”
The strangest feeling came over Enrique. Mateo was correct; they were Spanish and could put up with discomfort. Anyway, what was so terrible about lying on the floor?
Enrique was good looking and had scores of dudes fuss over him; but not like this. It was always the usual flattery from strangers just to get into his pants. He was used for sex and it meant little to him. He wasn’t getting the same vibe from Mateo and he was confused. He had never met anybody quite like him; even though the game was the same, the players were different.
Mateo’s skin was tanned and smooth. Every feature on his body was hot. There wasn't anything disgusting about him -- He was damn near delicious down to a couple of cool looking tattoos. He moved like gentle billowing smoke and every angle was intoxicating. His cock bounced slowly as he supported his body doing a push-up over Enrique’s face. He stopped in mid air and put his dick into Enrique’s mouth and froze suspended like a statue. He was physically strong using his arms to support himself as he carefully used Enrique’s mouth in a needy way.
There was no more talk of going into the bedroom for comfort. Enrique didn’t want to break the spell holding them together. The floor didn’t feel so hard any longer with sweaty flesh and oozing precum being far more important. The tile was no longer cold. It was warm.
Mateo’s butt was round, smooth and firm looking. Enrique wanted to believe that a butt is just a butt; but this guy was like a dancer with the cheeks of his ass fletching like rising bread dough, as he slid in and out of Enrique’s mouth.
Enrique watched Mateo through the full length mirror on the wall. He thought at any time now, he would let loose and flood his mouth; but that didn’t happen.
Slowly Mateo removed himself from Enrique’s mouth and rolled off his chest. He cuddled next to him on the floor pushed up against his firm butt.
“Jesus, you’re awesome broki (bro). Never did I think I would be on cloud nine today,” admitted Mateo
Enrique could inhale Mateo's scent and it was good. Enrique was raging hard and drunk on lust and dirty thoughts. He wanted it all, but played it cool, thinking it was best.
“I have a question to ask,” stated Mateo still spooned to Enrique with his arm around him.
“Ask way bro,” replied Enrique
“Am I going to see you again? I mean are we getting together to make love and use our bodies like animals?”
“Like animals?”
“Yes” mumbled Mateo
“Sure, we can if you want to.”
“Great answer – lets get off today and save everything else for the second, third, and fourth time, we are together. I don’t want to use everything up in one day.”
“Deal – only next time it is in the bedroom. I hate this damn floor. “said Enrique.
“Ha ha-ha, where is your sense of adventure.” Said Mateo kissing his way down Enrique’s stomach on his way to his crotch.
Enrique was delicious smelling and Mateo wanted everything he could find to get his lips on, including the inside of his thighs. Mateo slid his mouth over his dick and it disappeared between his lips.
“You have a great mouth; you are astounding.” Mumbled Enrique being serviced in an old fashion way that seemed entirely new to him. It wasn’t the sex, it was the man; and that made a great deal of difference. It seemed astonishing how “nothing” suddenly became “something” and Enrique recognized the difference.
They were in a space that only gay men can appreciate. Enrique knew at this particular moment there is nothing in the world so personal. There was no concern and no shame, just Mateo coaxing a load from his body. You can’t get more personal than that.
Mateo had him sensing what heaven must be like. Enrique’s body tense and his legs tightened. There was a mumble followed by a groan.
Ah fuck man – fuck bro, blurted Enrique lifting his crotch slightly into the air as a flood of cum spurted into Mateo’s mouth and slid down his throat. He stayed there taking everything and licking whatever was left once Enrique had relaxed.
Part 3
“If you want to be better, be flexible” said Mateo
“Flexible in what way? Replied Enrique watching Mateo putting his clothes back on. It was obvious that Mateo had found what he was looking for; and that item was Enrique.
I am a waiter at Eduardo’s in Greenwich Village. I will be working, until 11:00 pm. I would like to see you again and tonight is perfect.” Replied Mateo.
“That is not likely. I’ll pass,” mumbled Enrique in a low voice. “There is no reason for that. I’ll give you a number where you can text me and we can talk.” He concluded
“I don’t want to talk. Wait, Yes – I do want to talk, but I would like to see you again. We don’t have to do anything. It is worth the gamble;” said Mateo, walking around the room trying to have a convincing conversation
“Sounds good to me,” said Enrique “I gave you my number” he concluded
“Oh yeah – the number.”
“What’s wrong?” asked Enrique
“That doesn’t work. I will text you and you will say you are busy. That’s no good.” Explained Mateo
“You don’t know what I will say. There is nothing like a useful answer to a direct question to feel secure. What do you want to do?” asked Enrique
“Yeahhh it is worth the gamble,” replied Enrique laughing and putting his arm around Mateo’s neck.
“I think you like me bro. – I am caliente man – all caliente” said Mateo
By all appearances they genuinely liked each other and not because of sex entirely. They were both of Puerto Rican decent and what they had in common was amazing. They nearly looked like brothers with dark hair, dark eyes and facial hair. They both had smooth silky tan skin and spoke Spanish. Enrique had to know where they were going as a team. He assumed no place, but time would tell.
Mateo stopped pacing around the room and leaned against the door talking. “Do you think I came on a little too strong?” I am sorry, but you caught me by storm and meeting somebody like you is rare for me.”
“Oh stop with the “lonely boy stuff. That is freaking impossible. You have a mirror.
“I didn’t say I was lonely, I said it was unusual. “Mateo straighten his shirt, ran his hand through his hair and opened the door. “Gotta run I am working tonight. You do know where Eduardo’s restaurant is in the village? He concluded
“I know,” replied Enrique “You haven’t heard a word I said. I am not going to be there”
“A-huh, I heard you,” smiled Mateo and closed the door behind him.
Enrique looked out the large bay window as Mateo bounced down the stone steps and onto the street. By coincidence he passed Carlos on the sidewalk coming home, but they didn’t know one another.
Once inside Carlo went straight to the fridge and popped open a can of beer. He plunked himself down in a chair and put his feet up relaxing.
“Okay – ask me?” said Carlos
“Ask you what? Oh, you mean what you did this morning?”
“Yup”
“Okay, I am asking,” replied Enrique
Carlo plunked down several crumpled $100. Dollar bills from his shirt pocket onto his lap. He took a swig of beer, scratched his crotch and waited for a response.
“Enrique only said –“Pick up your money.”
“I got laid,” he mumbled AND I got paid,”
“Of course you did,” replied Enrique not especially interested in what Carlos was saying.
“I went to this dude’s place to watch a porn movie; okay I was in for that. There were two white guys, kinda old in their fifties who wanted a Puerto Rican.”
“So what?” Mumbled Enrique
“I’m a freakin Puerto Rican. Jesus, do I have to spell everything out for you?” babbled Carlos
“So you’re a slut and made a couple of hundred,” replied Enrique “who cares?”
“It was $400. But should have been more.”
“What did you steal?” asked Enrique sarcastically
“I steal nothing. I believe in God,”
“Are you messy,” asked Enrique with genuine concern.
“Not really, they used condoms. You would have been bulging hard watching me ride those old dudes. It was easy and sure, I took the cash. It was business,” Said Carlos
“I know – cash is cash” commented Enrique “You have done worse - a lot worse”
“Jesus, don’t remind me; it’s almost rent time again.”
Carlos showered, put on clean clothes and left the house. He was going to Spanish Harlem but Enrique didn’t ask why. They were independent gay housemates; that was it.
The next several hours ticked away faster than they normally would. Of course, that wasn’t true, but it seemed that way for Enrique.
He went on line to see exactly where Eduardo’s was located in the village. He remembered seeing it, but had never been there. The closest subway stop seemed to be Washington Square.
“Humm, that is easy to find,” thought Enrique. But of course, he had no intention of going anyplace. He was only curious.
Enrique soaked in the tub until the water began to get cold. He stood up, grabbed a large white bath towel and began drying himself. It was then Carlos returned and walked straight into the bathroom where Enrique was drying himself.
“He had just put one foot on the toilet seat in order to dry between his legs. His junk hung down like polish sausage resting on ping pong balls. His crotch was the hairiest part of his body and he looked lip smacking good.
“Want some help drying off,” smiled Carlos, standing in the doorway
“You’re back – sure dry my back for me,” said Enrique
Carlos began drying his back and running the towel between his legs, sliding it along the crack of his butt.
Enrique started to giggle. “That’s it. You can stop now, pervert.”
“How ‘bout a quickie,” asked Carlos almost in a whisper. He had his hand on Enrique’s dick and playing carefully with him.
“Don’t touch the goods. I have a date tonight.” Said Enrique
“Can I go with you?” asked Carlos just kidding
“Yes, you can. I would like you to go with me. It is not really a date. It is more of a treasurer hunt. It was then Enrique told everything he wanted Carlos to know about Mateo and the time they spent together.
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The subway ground to a stop at Washington Square and they pushed their way along with people on to the street.
“Tell me again, why are we doing this?” asked Carlos.
“I am learning to be flexible,” said Enrique
“That’s nuts”
“I agree, but I am giving it a try. Flexible is supposed to make me better.”
“Better for what?” asked Carlos as if bro had lost his mind.
“I haven’t figured that part out yet.”
“Jesus,” mumbled Carlos shaking his head and giving Enrique a little pinch on his butt.
Five blocks later they were standing in front of Eduardo’s restaurant. It was still early barely 7:00 pm.
Without hesitation they walked into the restaurant and directly to the bar. The dinning room was on the other side divided by a huge planter of silk flowers and greens. It looked dated like something from the sixties.
“Are you señores, having dinner,” asked Hugo the bartender? His name was embossed on a black shirt in white script.
“Yes, we are,” answered Carlos in Spanish
The dinning room was beginning to bustle with the 8:00 pm dinner crowd. We have some wonderful specials on the menu tonight. “You can bring your drinks with you to the dinning room.” said Hugo. There was a small sign that read, “Please seat yourself.”
There were three waiters each dressed in black with red cummerbunds and red handkerchiefs tied around their necks. Each waiter had his name on his black shirt in white script.
“Whew” said Carlos, “Look at esos hermanos,” I’ll take him on a plate.”
Mateo came over to where Enrique and Carlos were setting. “Good to see you came tonight. I had a feeling you would show up.” Said Mateo
Mateo stood next to the table and his tight black pants accented the cheeks of his ass plus a hefty bulge in his pants. He pressed his crotch into the table as his dick moved in his pants. He was definitely showing how hot he was.
After meeting Carlos, the three of them talked only for a couple of minutes. Mateo couldn’t spend much time with them, so took their food order and returned with drinks for both of them.
Every time Mateo passed their table he did a little pause and twitched something. Once it was his butt and other times his crotch. He truly loved himself and it was noticeable.
“Where are you going to be after 11:00?” asked Mateo
“We will be at the house. Sure not going anywhere.” Exclaimed Carlos
“He is not talking to you jackass – he is talking to me.” Said Enrique
Mateo continued waiting tables and the time was passing by rather quickly. Around 10:00 pm most of the dinner crowd had left and Mateo had a chance to sit with them for a few minutes and talk.
That idea didn’t last very long because the boss walked through the dinning room and Mateo pretended to brush off the tablecloth and chairs with his hand. Then he left.
Moment later he returned with the check and that pretty much said it all. They went back to the apartment. Enrique thought Mateo would be there later.
Carlos didn’t stay. He was a roamer and the streets beckoned him constantly to be on the move. Typical of how he behaved, he was on the prowl again.
Enrique fell asleep on the sofa with the TV playing an old black and white movie in Spanish. Around 2:00 am Enrique went to bed. Morning came and Mateo never showed.
Some things are better not remembered, thought Enrique. It was true. When people are fake to begin with, one has nothing to regret.
There was no room for 2nd place. “I had an educational evening,” he thought. Nothing comes easy.
The End.
Posted: 01/15/2021