A year after affordable housing lottery was launched, dozens of apartments sit vacant in South Bronx development
A year after affordable housing lottery was launched, dozens of apartments sit vacant in South Bronx development
It’s been over a year since a lottery was launched for a luxury “affordable” housing development located at 276 Grand Concourse in Mott Haven which was asking $2,000 a month for a studio and upwards of $2,400 for two-bedroom units.
13 months later and there are dozens of apartments that still haven’t been rented as evidenced by listings on New York City’s Housing Connect which lists available…
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Lotto Ticket: Djinni’s Gym
Raj was a friend of yours. You knew that the two of you had been friends for a long time, but also that he had moved to town not long ago. It was weird.
He was busy all the time lately. Either at the gym or hooking up with loads of guys, the two of you almost never hung out like you were pretty sure you used to. However, when you did take the time to, something still seemed… off.
It wasn’t anything like the scent or his looks. Raj always carried a cloud of his own musk everywhere he went. It was a mix of his potent body odour and the curry spices he cooked all his food with. He’d always been an overwhelmingly handsome Indian stud. None of that was weird.
No, what was strange was what Raj explained to you. In his sexy, hypnotic accent, he explained that he was tired of just fucking white boys in the small town you lived in. You’d been sure that was the whole reason he’d moved here. But no, apparently Raj wanted more diversity among his conquests.
It stuck with you. The town was pretty homogenously white. You found yourself wandering through the local arcade after the two of you hung out. Raj had made eyes at some buff guy walking around the mall a few minutes ago, and now that guy was probably choking on Raj���s musky cock in the public washroom.
You were warier than Raj had been when you spotted me. A weird arcade machine you had never seen before, offering prize tickets? But hey, you had change from lunch, so you inserted a coin and I printed out your prize:
CONNECTION. SOLIDARITY. FRATERNITY. SPEAK YOUR WISH FOR ANOTHER AND SEE IT GRANTED. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.
That seemed oddly specific to you. Almost like I had been listening in on your conversation. Still, that was the nature of fortune telling objects, you supposed. “I wish Raj had the diversity he wanted,” you said aloud. Then you crumpled up the wish ticket and put it in your pocket.
You wandered out of the arcade and kept walking down the mall concourse. Raj would catch up in a few minutes once he got his rocks off. You walked by the storefront that had been empty for years, then paused as there was a sudden motion out of the corner of your eye.
There was a poster in the window that you were certain hadn’t been there a moment before. It read, “DJINNI’S GYM: GRAND OPENING SOON.” The door was ajar.
This time you had only a moment’s hesitation. You wanted to see where this led. You pushed open the door and stepped inside.
For some reason, the space felt familiar to you. You walked past the sleek front desk with confidence and stepped into the huge free weights area. It was all dimly lit, but even that felt normal to you. You walked down the length of the gym, impressed with the heavy weights they stocked. Most people around here wouldn’t even be able to lift half of these. Who was this gym for? you wondered.
As you walked, your feet started to grow in your shoes, stretching longer as hair began to cover them. Your beat-up loafers became a pristine pair of high-top Converse, your favourite lifting shoes.
As you checked out the squat racks and deadlift platforms, your calves swelled up thick and juicy, black hair growing thick across them. Black skin rushed up your swelling thighs as your jeans dissolved into cutoff shorts. You scratched your bare thigh absently, and wrinkled your nose at the smell emerging from your shoes.
Moving on to the machine area, you looked in approval at the hip thrust machine. In response, your ass swelled up, stretching the limits of your shorts with two perfect, jiggly globes. In the front, your pouch thickened as well, your big Black cock starting to leak into your shorts as you thought about the diversity of men who would soon be building up their glutes using this machine. The smell of fresh and stale precum enriched the scent that your body gave off.
You hurried past the paltry cardio area. Yeah, you might use the rowing machine sometimes to get a back pump, but you preferred to get your cardio in the bedroom or the sauna. Rushing as if to catch up, dark skin and muscle rushed up your midriff and your pecs stretched your polo shirt to the breaking point, covered in whorls of nappy hair. As it snapped in the front, the threads rewove themselves into a cropped T-shirt, your usual gym wear. You fondled your big Black nipples as you headed for the locker room.
Just inside the locker room, you encountered a mirror. For an instant, you were surprised. You had gone from your old, inconsequential self to this thick, hairy, smelly Black man. Then, all at once, the transformation rushed up your thickening neck and over your head. As your facial features grew and a beard burst from your jaw, it hit you. You were Shaun, a bottom-heavy Black hunk with huge, musky feet, and Djinni Gym was about to be your gym.
You quickly checked over the locker room. Just one, since this was a men’s gym. Everything was clean, except for the musky man-smell that permeated the whole space. As it should, you thought, since it was your gym. You’d already been spending basically every waking moment here, setting things up, testing equipment, and jerking off whenever the thought of running your own gym full of hunky guys of every colour and body type became too much. Just from you alone, the whole place was impregnated with masculinity.
Well, you and Raj, you amended. He’d coated this place in at least as much musky sweat and cum as you had. As you walked out of the changing room, you heard the front door open again. Raj had finally caught up with you.
“Hey man,” you boomed, in your rich voice. “How was your hookup?”
“He’d be better if he worked out here,” Raj replied, in that Indian accent that always made you weak at the knees. He gave you a deep kiss as you met by the front desk. “When’s opening day?”
You looked around the gym. Everything was perfect. You had a huge gym facility perfect for horny men to use, and with your wish ticket you were sure that every single guy who came in would become an extraordinary hunk of some variety for you and Raj to enjoy.
“Tomorrow, of course, bro.”
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Lottery now open for affordable apartments in luxury building on the Concourse
Lottery now open for 25 "affordable" luxury apartments on the Grand Concourse in the South #Bronx with amenities available such as a gym, a screening room, a golf room, and even a pet spa.
New York City’s Affordable Housing Lottery is now available for twenty-five units in a newly constructed luxury development in the Lower Concourse section of Mott Haven on the Bronx’s most famous boulevard.
Located at 322 Grand Concourse, the 155 unit luxury development features a host of amenities such as a lounge, a gym, bike storage lockers, a media room, rooftop terrace, package lockers, a…
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