Enrique's Journal
By Veghte J Street Veghtestreet@yahoo.com
PREFACE
A door opens to a clandestine double world for a gay man named Enrique Alesandro... How does he handle it?
Read "Enrique's Journal" to follow this man on a "not talked about" journey throughout his young years, to an awesome ending. It is a story that needs telling.
Enrique's Journal, is written with erotic and erroneous behavior that is not sugar coated, but described as genuine sexual conduct between gay men. It is not intended reading for persons under 18 years of age or readers who object to a gay lifestyle.
The story is fiction, but the emotions are real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, names, places, or things are purely coincidental.
Journal statement:
Here I am, a cruising oversexed young man, average, by day, and a much bigger slut by evenings. I know I am more than someone who is sex-hungry and gross. The opposite is true, I am quite hot looking burden with what I like doing. At the end of the day, I am just a person trying to get by. It is who I am and cruising for cock is what I do.
Enrique Alesandro
Chapter 1 - New Jersey
The Story
Enrique, was born in the Bronx, and grew up in Hoboken, NJ. He was young, impressive looking, with no feminine traits and a solid built body. He also had full-size junk and a fine-looking butt, which he used, to his advantage.
The Jersey Shore was Enrique's first job in construction. The pay was good, but the work had distractions, as far as Enrique was concerned. It is not that he couldn't do it, because he could. Working on a scaffold on a hot summer day with his shirt off was a common event. The sweat would sparkle on his dark muscular Italian body with tight faded jeans accenting the front and the rear of an eye-catching body. Women stared up at him on a scaffold and tooted their horn as they drove by. Of course, he liked that. He liked it even better when men would stare at him. Men were his thing, for sure. He disliked the word "whore" but he understood its meaning. He was a dreamer claiming to spread love around where needed. This however, was a joke; his dreams were about cock
He resembled a mafia style of conduct when speaking, but he was not mean – he was `bello' with charisma. Just an Italian Jersey boy from Hoboken who lived gay, moonlighted as a Gigolo slut, and passed for straight.
With Enrique, there was something for everybody. He was above average, and all one needed to do, was to look at him, to see that was obvious. For Enrique, sex was a way to lubricate his ego by using his charm, which he did with style. Being a fast learner understood how to perform for pleasure and keep his slutty life, away from his co-workers on the construction sites. At work, he was a shameless person trying to be one of the good guys working, laughing and swearing. He knew that gays were misunderstood, so he stayed camouflaged and waited for something to happen.
Enrique Alesandro and Nick Vertucci, the two characters in this story, worked together as a construction team. Working together was a little difficult at first. Enrique wanted to get into Nick's pants something wicked, but remembered that one does not crap where they work. Everything was fine – frustrating but fine.
Nick Vertucci was born in Jersey City. His parents came to the United States from Palermo Italy. He was as straight as an arrow, older, married yet played around with women when he thought he could get away with it. He was husky like a football player, with jet-black hair, beautiful tanned skin, penetrating eyes with long black eyelashes, and beefy in all the right places. His mouth drew you to him lie a magnet with a beard framing a knock smile that he seldom used.
Nick was not Enrique's best friend, but he was good to work with. They both spoke Italian and from time to time would take little digs at one another. They never hung out, or did things together, unless it was work related; it was what it was.
Nick had been married for eight years to a Cuban girl whose name was Marisa. She was sexy and very pretty. They met in Daytona Beach, right after High School. It didn't take her long to sway Nick and they got married after knowing each other less than a month. They settled in New Jersey because it was home to Nick and Marisa got her green card.
Marisa was a lady with little charisma or charm. Everyone imagined, she was a wild sex machine, because she was fast and loud. As for being a sex machine in the bedroom, only Nick knew that.
They had twin girls, who attended Catholic grade school in Hoboken. Nick loved his daughters, who spent weekends with their grandmother Angeline Allesandro, Nick's mom, who spoiled the girls, not with food, but by giving them spending money. "You no save – you buya someting a nice" she would tell the girls, slipping each of them a couple of twenties. That was a load of spending cash for seven year olds to have.
Nick seldom talked about Marisa except for her constant complaining. The guys on the job told Nick that being an Italian stallion; he was too thick headed and stubborn, to please a Cuban bitch. Strangely enough, he agreed. Nothing was ever right and she treated Nick like nobody. That bothered Enrique and irritated him, even tho it was none of his business.
Enrique wrote in his journal.
"I know it shouldn't, but Nick is my kind of prescription. I could use one of him every four hours. I dream about him, even when I'm not asleep"
Enrique had perfected sexual experience even tho he was younger than Nick. He was respectable to women, but what he really wanted was Nick, and that was not going to happen.
Nick would talk about being laid, with the guys on the job. They all talked about being laid except Enrique. He just laughed, and went along, when it was expected.
How yucky, listening to constant pussy and cunt talk. It isn't pretty for a gay dude to hear a bunch of loud mouth Italians bragging about their experiences with women. His idea of sex was different. He just wanted a hot guy to fuck. "The condom is a hole filler and takes the abuse, I just fill it," he would remind himself trying to compensate for being a pig. He would get hard as nails looking at Nick's butt; he was a butt beast thinking of what he could do with Nick naked...
Enrique would check out the hunks at work and study their crotch movements. A few of them had impressive looking bodies, and he salivated wishing he could get his hands on every one of them. That is what sex driven gay men do. They notice everything, so it wasn't unusual for him to do a lot of crotch peeking.
Nick knew that Enrique was gay because Enrique told him. He told everybody on the job including Santo the construction foreman. With all the men in the crew, Enrique was just another Jersey Italian. He did not look gay, so they trusted whatever he told them. Everybody respected Enrique and with Italians, respect is a big thing. A very big thing.
Enrique continued to `eye' Nick every chance he got. The bulge between his legs was sinful. Nick's attitude towards gays however was mixed. With delicate men, he called them girlie homosexuals. However, around Enrique, he acted differently, because he didn't think of him as queer.
He wanted Nick for a friend. They already got along as co-workers, but he was hoping for more. If there was one thing Enrique understood – it was how men think, especially the straight ones. Italians can be a little `fucked up,' so this challenge was different.
It was the end of the day and Enrique had to leave his pick-up with a mechanic for a minor repair. He needed a lift home and nobody was going his way.
"What's the truck doin? Will it start? Nick asked speaking in Italian
"It will start but shuts back off, I don't think it's getting enough gas" Enrique replied also in Italian.
"C'mon, roba calda (hot stuff) I'll drop you off," said Nick.
"Aren't you worried that you might get touched? I am gay, you know."
"Me worried? You're not gonna touch anything. Sure, I know what you do. No big deal. It beats me why a guy would want a dick anyway. At least, you don't fly around like a fruit fairy."
"Not all gays are fruity."
"Bullshit, the faggots are."
"How fuckin dumb is that?" said Enrique, "what do you know about faggots?"
"You're pissed now, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not pissed. Do I get that ride, or not? Enrique asked again in Italian
"Get your ass in here. I said I would give you a lift home."
Enrique sat next to Nick and began talking. The parking lot was becoming deserted and they were nearly the last vehicle still there.
"Tell me about this gay shit." Nick said, sitting back in the driver's seat and tapping the steering wheel with two fingers.
"What gay shit do you want to know about?"
"You know. Faggot shit?" Nick asked. "I mean what is it like?"
"C'mon Nick, you're not that dumb. Stop with the word faggot. How the hell, do you expect me to answer a question like that?"
"I'm just wondering, that's all I'm saying." Nick added. "I'm not an idiot, you know."
"I know, okay, it's getting off with another man; sometimes with any man. However, with the right person it's like nothing else on the planet; anyone can do it. I suppose that you never kissed a man," concluded Enrique.
"That's nuts, - no, it's fucked up"
"People say that, but they don't know what gay people know"
"That's nuts too" Nick repeated, "I suppose you know everything because you are gay."
He talked tough but definitely was interested in what Enrique was saying. He sat in the truck and made no effort to get moving. Enrique suspected that he wanted something because he sat there with his thighs apart and sooo hot looking...
Nick twisted around in the seat keeping his legs open so the bulge in his crotch was noticeable. He liked teasing Enrique although it was getting him very hot and he wanted to show it, without using words.
"Is there more about this gay shit, I should know?" Nick asked
"From what I see, you know a lot more than what I am telling you." Replied Enrique
"What do you mean by that?" scowled Nick
"You could use a blow job, but you already know that" Enrique said
"I don't like cheating on my wife."
"Oh, yeah, tell that to the pussy whore down at Sally's bar, after you fucked her brains out. Now that's cheating. With me. I'm doing you a favor."
Nick was either dumb as a cucumber or clever. Well, he was not dumb.
Nick had an erection and made no effort hiding it. His zipper was partially down and you could see bulged white underwear, behind the zipper.
"What are you looking at?" Said Nick
"What are you showing me?" replied Enrique
"A blowjob sounds pretty good about now." Said Nick talking fast to get the words out. It was something he would never say to another guy, only to women. Yet, here he was, talking sex to a man.
"Sure, so afterwards you can go on a guilt trip and never speak to me again. Who needs that?" Enrique commented. "That's what straights do. They want to be sucked off and then they ignore you like trash. "I'll pass," mumbled Enrique not meaning a word of it.
"Not me- I don't do stuff like that. Touch it, what the hell, go ahead, it's alright," Nick blurted out twisting in the driver's seat.
He was leaking causing a wet spot on his underwear. Enrique put his hand around it and trembled ever so slightly thinking Nick might punch him in the head. He could be unpredictable with his Italian temper. Still it was something he just had to do.
Nick lifted his ass off the seat and pulled everything down to his ankles, exposing what Enrique thought about constantly. There it was - big, smooth, wet and delicious looking garden of masculinity. His cock was long, plump circumcised and dripping with dew. It rested in a patch of black pubic hair covering large plump balls moving ever so slightly, to a throbbing cock.
"Is this what you want?" asked Nick – "You like what you're looking at?"
"Jesus, your wife is a lucky woman," remarked Enrique
"Nah, she's a bitch. C'mon, faggot, show me what you've got, get on it," bellowed Nick
Enrique, using every bit of experience he had as a cocksucker, went down on Nick, masturbating him with his lips and mouth. He was giving Nick a great tight, warm, slippery blowjob. He made little growling sounds like a hungry dog drawing cock to the back of his throat and going deeper each time. Enrique at one point thought he was going to choke to death; but hell it was worth it.
"Oh good Jesus...fuckin slut yelled Nick holding Enrique's head on to his cock and wildly fucking his mouth.
"Stop moving, keep your hips still and let me do the work," said Enrique after getting his throat jabbed repeatedly by a bully cock.
"Damn, your mouth is so warm, it feels like a woman's pussy - don't stop, this is good shit," mumbled Nick using his cock like a garden trowel, and Enrique's mouth like a place to plant some seed.
Enrique didn't have to work long before Nick flooded his mouth. Nick groaned, and let loose, dumping on to Enrique's tongue. "Oh fuckin Jesus, you are taking my load, take it – take it," blurted Nick working to a fever pitch of surprise.
Cum started to run between Enrique's lips, but he slurped it back and never lost a drop. Nick pulsated spewing out drop after drop of sticky white cum. Enrique licked it off the tip of his cock.
"You like eating that shit, don't you? Remarked Nick
"Yup"
"I like seeing you do it," replied Nick. "I needed to unload that."
"You almost drowned me, how long has it been?"
"It's been a while, since I got off like that. Marisa won't take it. So yeah, it's been awhile.
"You're right, the woman is a bitch. Maybe you were saving it for a gay dude."
"You think?" Nick said "You're a gay dude"
"I know and I'm good, nobody has ever asked for their money back."
"What?" snapped Nick.
"Oh relax, that's a joke."
Nick wiped his cock with a tissue not wanting Enrique touching him any longer. He tucked his junk back in place and started the engine but did not move yet.
They sat there still talking. Everything was cool. I'm gonna make you an offer." Enrique said, speaking in Italian
"I bet you are. Okay, let's have it," replied Nick.
I want to lick your chest, legs, crotch and everywhere. "You are bellissimo between your legs, man. Just bellissimo" Enrique told him
"Ahh, I don't know. I'm sweaty."
"I don't mean now; tomorrow after work."
"You know how I work, I will be sweaty then too."
"It's what I want to do." Enrique said "I like sweaty cock on the right man."
Nick hesitated "Okay, fuckin okay, if that is what you want. Just keep your mouth shut on the job and don't talk to anybody." Nick demanded. "I'll do this with you – you're okay. Now, don't fuckin talk about this, capisci? (Understand) - I am married.
"I got it." Enrique replied. "It will be our secret."
"You're nuts - Let's get out of here. I'll take you home. I need to think more about this,"
He drove out of the parking lot and across Main Avenue. Nick stopped in front of Enrique's house and put his hand on Enrique's shoulder. It was a harmless jester.
"Okay Alesandro," Nick said, sounding mafia like. I like to fuck. "Are you up for that? "Don't bullshit me now!!"
"Sure, I'm up for that. I am really a top, but for you, I will do it."
"What's this `top' shit supposed to mean."
"Forget dah about it," replied Enrique cracking a little smile. "It's nothing"
"Finocchio." (Faggot) Nick replied. "Remember, shit head, and keep your mouth shut to your gay friends. I'm married remember, so don't screw things up for me." And he drove away.
Enrique watched as Nick's truck disappeared. "I'll be dammed" he said.
Later Enrique wrote a journal entry...
"As simple as it happened, today was one of the most exciting times for me in recent memory. Nick wanted me between his legs. I have to see things as they really are. It was nothing special to him and that is sad. Just the same, I am winning with him – he's available"
As the weeks rolled by, Enrique sucked Nick for hours, swallowed saucers of cum, and took care of him on a regular basis. He swallowed so much cum that he got diarrhea. When he was not using his mouth, his butt took some very willing punishment. Enrique was yet to top Nick, but it would happen.
Nick used him like a slut, fucking his superb body not realizing what a gem he was drilling into the sheets. Sex was so often, that Enrique stopped looking for cock elsewhere. A few hours with Nick and he was shot to hell and worn to a frazzle.
The more time they spent together, the more open they became when they were alone. Nick changed and he was no longer a bully. He liked having sex with Enrique. They kissed and held each other. It took some doing, but they got there. They were nasty players together, but always behind closed doors. Nick liked saying that Enrique was serious and had filthy habits. Enrique would reply. "Yes, I do. - I have lots of filthy habits and they are all saved for you"
They spoke in Italian and nobody caught on. In private Enrique would get on his knees sniffing and putting his mouth on Nick's underwear pulling with his teeth. Enrique felt comfortable thinking he owned Nick, but that was not the case, as he was about to find out.
He tapped into his journal.
"Nick doesn't realize how much he has to offer until he offers it. It is never too much, only not enough. My God, he is perfect for me... This is crazy"
Part two – Turns up the heat Please remember Nifty – you know how to do it – thanks
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