Osmani Zapatero, the florist

Osmani the florist

Ozzie as he was called, was the most fascinating human being. No, he was not pretty, nor was he extremely masculine. His appearance was even encumbered by these glasses he wore and his hair was blondish but kinky. He didn’t have one of those devastatingly beautiful bodies either. What Ozzie had was charisma and a great big uncut dick.

I was working at this magazine right after I graduated from college and before I got the job for the magazine I worked as a journalist for so many years I took this job because it was good to get the experience even if the pay was terrible. They had an editor, one of those know it all from Colombia who thought he was God’s gift to journalism, Yet, in my opinion the guy was at best mediocre.

The magazine offices were located on a third floor of this building in Coral Gables; catty corners the bus station on Salzedo. Ozzie had a little flower shop downstairs and he said the rent was extremely high. He and I hit it off well from the very start, I knew he was gay and he knew I was. We would have conversations during my lunch hour and when Mother’s day came he asked me to help him deliver arrangements. It was clear that he had to run a one man show, but he paid me well and I was more than happy to do it.

But as it happens often, when queers get together, if there is the least physical attraction the dicks come out and the cock sucking takes place. I got off work at 5:30 one day and he had asked me to deliver three arrangements in Hialeah. Since I was going home to Hialeah where my aunt lived and I came to help her out during her bereavement days after the loss of her husband of 50 years, I told him I would deliver them for free.

I got downstairs and he was still working on the arrangements, it had been a particularly busy day for him and he was really behind. He asked me to come to the back room where he worked on the arrangements and kept the flowers. But I noticed that as he was working in front of the bench, he started to get an erection. There was definitely a tent of major proportions.

He stopped what he was doing, turned towards me and said: “look Richard, I have a hard on, do you want to take care of it?” What was I supposed to say? I was horny myself and if I see a big cock like his that needs some sucking; I am more than happy to provide the mouth.

Ozzie pulled it out and it was truly magnificent. The son of a bitch had at least one more inch than I. Easily twelve if not more and uncut. What a beautiful cock that was. Naturally I got on my knees and got the whole thing in my mouth in one gulp. It reached the throat and then it went past it at least four or five more inches. His was a phallus of major proportions. It is a good thing that I don’t gag or I would have vomited my lunch.

But sucked it I did, and with the hunger of a deprived cocksucker as if I hadn’t seen a cock in months. Ozzie was enjoying the blow job then a customer came in. What a predicament! Ozzie yelled: “I’ll be right there” and he had to wait a couple of minutes before his erection subsided. It stayed hard, so he grabbed the apron, sort of carried it in front of him and stood behind the register.

The customer ended up not buying anything but Ozzie locked the front door and put a sign that said: “be back in a few minutes” and came to the back and now I got his dick in my mouth while still flaccid. It was a trip to feel how it grew and engorged itself with blood while in my maw.

When it reached my throat, I started to apply the gargling technique and Ozzie just shot his wad. It wasn’t planned, I am sure that he wanted more, but it would have to do for the time being.

Ozzie had a parrot in the shop. Not really a parrot but one of those really large cockatoos. The mother fucker had a vocabulary of a four year old and smart as shit. He was also very good at swear words. His extensive profanity was the cause of many eyebrows to be raised and at times very comical. The fucking bird even got to know me and would actually come to me and stand on my shoulders. He would pick at my hair in a most loving way, knowing full well that if he ever bit my ear he could easily cut off a chunk. But I trusted him. I would bring him pistachios and he was expecting them every time just as Ozzie was expecting a blow job in the afternoon during the lazy hours when nobody came into the shop.

I was more than happy to suck his cock. Let’s face it, sometimes I would cruise the bars and not find anything worthwhile and I would spend money on drinks, gas and my time. Here was a guy with a gigantic ding dong who was offering it to me and was more than appreciative for my blow jobs.

One afternoon, as I was going down on Ozzie, he said: “You know Richie; you are the only one who has ever been able to take my cock all the way in. Can you take me up the ass too?” I thought he would never ask.

Me- “Ozzie, there is nothing I would like more than to have that beautiful big cock of yours inside of me”

We were in the little bathroom, which was a toilet and a wash basin, there was barely enough room for one because that is where Ozzie stored a lot of the supplies like baskets and that sort of thing. But he sat on the toilet, the mother fucker cock hard and sticking up and I sat on it. It went in with difficulty; after all, it was basically a dry fuck with only the help of saliva to ease its entry. Oh, yes it was plenty painful for me at first but the size of the son of a bitch was a thought of fantasy and fulfillment all in itself.

I got all of it inside my ass. No help from a mishap that made me lose my balance and it made me impale myself on the hard cock. It traveled past that point where there is some kind of intestinal valve and went beyond. The pain I felt was so incredible I almost fainted. But I was to persevere and kept it there even if I was starting to sweat, beads of moisture on my forehead and were now running down my face to merge with the tears that spontaneously appeared from the sheer pain.

Ozzie was flabbergasted; he couldn’t believe somebody could actually take the whole length of his dick. He told me it had never been done before. As I then started to move up and down a little when the pain was bearable enough to be able to do so.

“Oh Richie, that is so fantastic! Your ass is so tight, and so warm, I don’t think I can last long, I feel like I’m gonna cum right now”

Me- “Go ahead, I would love to have your man juice inside of me, cum if you want to, we have many other chances to do this again”

Ozzie- “oh, man, oh, oh, shit, oh fuck, ah, ah, ah, ugh, ugh,arrhg,arrhg” The sounds coming out of his mouth were more like those of a rhino in heat. “urgh, aaaah, ooohhh, rrrgh.ah, ah, oh shit, I’m cumming, aaaaaahhhhhh!” And Ozzie shot the biggest load up my ass, very deep and it felt so good.

This is a true story and it happened during the Reagan years. Those were not the best times for small businesses and Ozzie had to close his shop as he was barely making ends meet. He got hired by a major airline as a flight attendant and later on I ran into him right on Santa Fé and Puerreydón in Buenos Aires. He was about half a block away and I called out his name. He turned around, totally surprised that in a foreign country, so far away from his home there would actually be somebody who knew him.

He was so happy to see me, I invited him to dinner but he declined because he had to fly back on the seven o’clock flight but I was able to persuade him to come to my apartment and he fucked me again, this time on my bed and with lube. I don’t know which time was more pleasurable but both times he fucked me will stand out in my memory as the best fucks I was ever given.