Ruckus: Ruckus and the Latino
By: HardPuc
Ruckus moved along the darkened labyrinth of the sex club. He stood wide along the hallways and by-
passes, a huge, beefy creature on the hunt. A hunger had built up within him that would prove hard pressed
to satisfy. His stomach yawned and grumbled over the sounds of lusty moans of men gratifying themselves.
He could stand it no longer. Let the feasting begin, he muttered aloud, as a figure entered the narrow
corridor.
Hector, a short and stocky Latino, moved toward him. Ruckus recognized from when he had checked in
earlier. A heated scent shimmered off his dark skin, filling the air about the hallway with a potent, fresh
maleness. This fine buck had the supple, smooth body of a young God. A full rounded bubble butt stretched
out the fabric of his white briefs. His burly pecs held high as strong shoulders dipped side to side as he
strutted closer.
His swagger slowed to a stop as he came upon a barrier of powerful flesh. They stood, chest to chest,
regarding each other for a moment. Ruckus reached out and pressed his palm flat against the front of his
prey's clean, white briefs. Underneath the fabric, the Latino's dick twitched and swelled, as it grew heavy
with blood. Ruckus manipulated Hector's manhood, squeezing it at it's base, immediately it became a rock.
He smoothed his hand under the Latino's waistband, cupping the shaven nuts that hung like ripe full plums
and gently petted them.
Hector whispered something in Spanish but Ruckus couldn't answer him for his jaw had unhinged and his
mouth had begun to spread wide. In the darkness of the corridor, the Latino could see none of this and was
completely unaware of the danger. He was too busy enjoying the feel of Ruckus's strong fingers moving in-
between his thighs and pressing up against his man hole. Hector moaned and reached to pleasure himself,
working his own nipples, his head back unaware of Ruckus's expanding abyss of a mouth hovering over
him. Ruckus's finger pressed inside the globes of fine muscled ass flesh, working his way to the hot insides,
feeling for the pulsing prostrate, gently tapping and stoking while the Latino’s rock solid cock peeled
slowly out of it's forskinned sleeve, lengthening, it's piss slit leaking pre-cum, tracing against Ruckus's
flexed bicep as he strained to get deeper inside.
Ruckus could wait no longer. He lowered his extended jaw as he lifted up his fingered victim, careful not
to let either side of his hot hunger mouth touch and alert his prey.
Hector's feet lifted off the ground, his toes barely touching, hands still fiercely working his tits, when he
felt a hot wetness embrace him, from the top of his head to just above his waist. Ruckus, feeling the thick
curly black hair tickle the back of his throat, swallowed, letting his mouth seal over the upper body of his
prey, sucking at all of it, savoring the fine Latin flesh, so different from the others. Hector's hands and arms
were trapped against his chest as hot moist mouth pressed against all sides of him. He could do nothing to
save himself and he knew it. As Hector's tight briefs slide off his ass cheeks, hot air from Ruckus's nostrils
steamed over his exposed crack.
Ruckus pushed his finger deeper into Hector's fevered, quivering hole, forcing the struggling Latino further
down his throat. Hector's head entered into Ruckus's stomach cavity where acidic juices waited to do their
work. Ruckus maneuvered the dark hooded prick, still iron hard despite himself, past his lips and into his
damp wet mouth. Here he paused to relish the salty taste and musky odor as Hector's butt sat right under his
nose. He swallowed again, causing his throat muscles to contract around the Latino’s chest and abs,
dragging him deeper into Ruckus's throat. The hard cock and massive round ass filled all of his mouth.
Ruckus ran his palms slowly down Hector's powerful, shuddering legs, tracing the hamstrings, squeezing
the full solid calf muscles before grabbing his ankles and shoving him in even further. Hector's supple ass
cheeks hung at the back of Ruckus's throat, poised for the final drop above the digestive pool would
dissolve him into a protein liquid to be absorbed.
Ruckus, still gripping Hector's ankles, pulled them out of his mouth about a foot...then pushed them back
in. In an out, he worked the Latino, enjoying the friction of his tight throat muscles till he felt and tasted a
rich spicy load shoot forth from his prey's aching cock. In three easy gulp's, Ruckus finished him off, taking
pleasure as Hector's hard strapping body yielded to liquid within him.