Caution: The following story is a work of fiction. It contains sex between two people who should know better. Any resemblance of the characters or the events depicted in this story to real life is purely coincidental. If you are not allowed to read this kind of material for any valid reasons please do not continue further. Always practice sex safety.
############### Aniel and Guillo 2 ###############
I must have fallen asleep in his arms, because the next time I opened my eyes, the room was bathed in sunlight. I perked my head up, stretched my arms, and yawned. My eyes wandered down across his steel frame covered only in a pair of blue flannel boxers. We always slept the same way. Him without blankets, on his side, arms around me. Me wrapped in the blanket, burrowed into his chest with Leo, my stuffed lion, smothered between us.
The only exception to this is when we slept at his parents' house. They had this enormous colonial estate behind a ten foot wall in Mexico City's trendiest of old money addresses, Santa Fe. He wasn't out to his parents, or himself for that matter. To them, I was a street kid he had adopted. They accepted me because I was light skinned, something of status in affluent Mexican society. To him, I was the only guy he had been with. He did like girls, but was always faithful to me. When we stayed with his parents, on holidays or the odd weekend, we slept in separate beds, but in the same room. He always made the excuse that he wanted to be near me in case I had an asthma attack or something went wrong, but it hurt to not be accepted for what we were, even by him. But Guillo was all man, and admitting that he was gay would have been too much for him. I wasn't his boyfriend, I was his baby. We weren't married or dating, we were "two souls who had made a lifelong monogamous connection (He got into weird spiritual stuff)." For me, I knew what we were, or at least I thought I did before making the discovery that he initially planned to sell me. He was my man; I took care of him, cooked, cleaned, sucked, kissed, rode, loved, and followed him.
I was wide awake, but he wasn't. If I crawled out of his arms, he would wake up, and pull me back into him. Now I had to pee. Sitting up straight, I tried to slip out of his hold. Feeling my motion, he mmm'ed softly and repositioned his body to hold on to my waist. I put my hands behind me on the bed and pushed my body up, slipping my bottom over his arms.
"No, baby," he said hazily, and pulled me back down into him, putting me back where I started at.
"I have to pee," I whispered. He released me, and rolled over into his pillow.
"Ok," he said sleepily, "Thank you, come again."
I laughed; he wasn't waking up anytime soon. I hopped off the bed and bounded energetically out to the hallway so as not to wake him up with my morning bathroom ritual (brush teeth, wash face, fix hair). I quickly found a nice large bathroom in the hallway and spent about fifteen minutes getting ready. When I finished, I poked my head out into the hall. There was no sign of life in the house. I decided to make breakfast to wake him up. His favorite food I make is chilaquiles (chee la kee lees). It is like tortilla chips sautéed in salsa, butter, and sour cream, yummy. I found all of the ingredients in the well stocked pantry and refrigerator, but paused for a few minutes to stare out the large window overlooking a lush green valley. Rich people had the life, man. As the aroma of his favorite dish filled the house, I heard movement from the bedroom. A few minutes later, I had prepared two dishes, and carried them out to the patio. Guillo, the morning zombie, stumbled out onto the patio behind me with messy hair and rumpled boxers. Bleary eyed, he sat down across from me, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes under the blinding morning sunshine. I dashed back into the kitchen and brought fresh orange juice for me, and his morning coffee, black with lots of sugar. Normally we did this same ritual on our balcony overlooking the city with taxis honking, buses grinding, and the odd construction noise, something about this peaceful silent valley seemed right.
Guillo broke the silence first, as he always did in the morning to indicate that it was ok to talk now, "So good, what would I do without you."
I smiled, I lived for his praise. He reached a hand across to me and rubbed my arm, smiling, as he chewed. "I'm so sorry for worrying you, I didn't want you to find that out (the selling me emails), ever." He knew he had done wrong.
"I'm over it, no big deal," I lied wanting to preserve the beautiful peace of the morning.
We finished breakfast and went inside to get dressed and enjoy our Saturday. After Guillo took our bag from the closet and set it on the bed, he slid his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. His soft cock hung five inches over his golf balls. I had seen him naked hundreds of times, but I never got used to it. Noticing my staring, he grabbed it and waved it at me playfully. I bit my lower lip, realizing that we hadn't played around since the morning before. I slid off my clothes, and stepped over to where he stood, staring up at him with big green, innocent looking eyes.
He slid his hands under my arms and lifted me off the floor, laying me across the bed. He laid on top of me, and his tongue invaded my mouth, exploring my teeth. His arms wrapped around my back, rubbing in a slow circular motion as he pressed my body into his, balancing us on his elbows. After a few minutes of this, turned his head, resting his cheek on my lips and nose, as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you," into my ear. I stuck out my tongue and licked at his cheek, giggling. He lifted his head and smiled at me.
"Just for that, I'm not going to use lube," he laughed while tickling me wildly.
I playfully punched against his chest, knowing that I couldn't hurt him for real. He responded by pinning my arms above my head, and attacking my nipples with teeth and tongue. I screamed with laughter and struggled as he sucked and licked across my chest.
Letting go of my arms, he kissed his way down my tummy. His head disappeared between my legs, but soon I felt his tongue working its way into my hole. He liked to get right to the point. I mmmmm'ed as he tongue fucked me slowly, massaging my ass with his hands. I slowly moved my body up and down on his tongue, and he reached both hands up to hold on to mine with his firm grip. My body began to shake with ecstasy as he found the special spot in my ass that always sent me into another world of pleasure. Looking down, our eyes met, and I mouthed that I loved him. After a few minutes of this, my hole was ready and willing to accept what he had to give me. He bounced back onto the bed, straddling me as he leaned for the bag to pull out his special pack of lube and condoms.
"What do you want today? Ribbed, normal, or the one with spikes?" he joked.
"I want one that makes it not hurt," I whispered.
"Then you need a boyfriend with a smaller dick," he laughed, pushing his cock into my mouth while he made a selection. I sucked half of his hard cock in, and swirled my tongue around the head, sucking gently on the tip.
When he had the supplies he wanted, he pulled his cock from my mouth, readied it, pushed my legs back into my chest, and worked the tip of his covered cock against my hole. I relaxed, and in a few seconds, the tip popped in. I gasped as he pushed in another inch, ouch! He leaned over me, and we began to kiss, as he pushed his cock in further, inch by inch. When he had most of it in, he stopped to let me get used to it.
"Ok," I said, and he began to fuck me slowly. I loved the feeling of him pushing in and out of me, our bodies melting into each other. I felt at one with him, our lips locked, as he quickened his pace. In and out he fucked me faster, kissing my lips, nose, chin, cheek, neck, forehead, ears. I melted in his arms, and went completely limp as he held me, fucking wildly.
"Oh baby, your pussy feels so good," he said, chewing softly on my earlobe, "I love you, my baby, yes, take that cock, so beautiful." He fucked me harder, taking complete control of my body. I knew I was his, and I loved that feeling. His words grew sweeter as he came closer to climaxing inside of me. I reached down between us and found my own hard cock and began jerking on it, rubbing it against his tummy. Quickly, though, he pulled my hand off of my cock and pinned it against the pillow over my head.
"Not until I tell you to," he commanded. I settled back into his arms, and he continued to ride me. Soon, his body tensed, his strokes became slower and deeper, pushing his cock all the way into me until I felt his balls slap against my ass. He kept most of it in and worked it hard and fast into me, as he pushed his tongue back into my mouth for a final kiss.
"YESSSSSS," he screamed into my ear, "Oh god yes, oh fuck yeah, take that cock bitch." He liked to get dirty when he came. I felt his cock give a final push and shake inside me, filling the condom to capacity with his sweet man cum. I wanted all of it, and massaged his cock with my hole until he told me to stop. When he finished, he collapsed on top of me, his head next to mine. Now it was my turn to hold him, rubbing his back, whispering how much I loved him into his ear. His large, strong frame was crushing into me, but I let him rest for a few minutes after his hard work.
When he recovered his breath, he pulled his cock out of me, an enormous cum bulge straining the condom to capacity. As he laid back on the bed next to me, it hit against his tummy. I rolled over to him and snuggled into his side as he put his arm around me, pulling my neck into his chest. I played with his cock, pulling it off of his tummy and letting it bounce back. Leaning in, I tied the end of the condom and pulled it off of his cock. I set it on the bedside table and moved in to suck the last bit of salty cream from the tip.
Regaining his strength, he sat up on the bed, sliding his back against the headboard, and then pulled me into his lap. Putting his arms around me, he jerked softly on my cock. I moved up, and slid his still hard cock back into my ass. I held it there as he continued to jerk on my cock, squirting the bottle of lube over it. The warm lube made my cock slippery as his hand worked it firmly. Within seconds, my body began to shake as cum flew out and all over my chest. When he had sufficiently milked it, He took a finger and scooped up several drops of my cum, and then fed it to me, pushing his finger deep into my mouth.
Guillo slid down onto the bed, holding me on his chest as I turned around to snuggle into him. We napped there for another hour before deciding we should finally venture into the city.
It was a warm morning, so he dressed himself in khaki shorts, a red polo shirt that hugged his physique, and sandals. For me, he chose a similar outfit; dark Abercrombie style khaki shorts, a tight green t-shirt, and green suede skater shoes.
We decided to walk around the old city for a few hours. There are lots of touristy shops, museums, cathedrals, and parks. Cuernavaca is not Mexico City; it can be a bit conservative. I always liked walking and holding his hand, but this was not an option. I knew this, but occasionally grabbed for his hand to test his patience. He would squeeze it firmly, and then take his hand away and rub my back or massage my neck. The good thing from this is that when he does this he feels guilty, and will buy me things if I act upset. When I sidled up to him outside the cathedral, I got a new CD at the music store. When I folded my arms and stopped against a wall from his rejection outside the art museum, he promised to take me to the zoo instead of going to look at the stadium he had played at five years before. Finally, I had accumulated a new CD, two new shirts, ice cream, a small stuffed giraffe with the Cuernavaca zoo logo, and a balloon. I smiled, thinking of my loot, as we made our way to a café in the square for lunch. I eventually had to get rid of the balloon that was tied to my wrist, because the swanky café would not allow it. I found it a good home tied to a bicycle rack.
We got a nice table outside on the sidewalk, and I, still full from my ice cream, had a small salad and watched him eat tacos. We were finishing up lunch, holding hands under the table when this guy about Guillo's age came up from the square and folded his arms, standing next to our table.
"Who is this?" he demanded. My eyes darted between Guillo, whose face was pale and shocked, and the tall, cute stranger.
"Hi Carlos, how have you been?" Guillo said calmly, holding my hands between his tightly.
Carlos turned to me, leaned in, and said, "Hi, I'm Carlos, Guillo's boyfriend, and you?"
I sat quietly and stared into Guillo's eyes, trying to wrench my hands from his grip.
"This is Aniel, my..." Guillo stammered, not finishing his sentence. I had heard enough. I ripped my hands from his grip, and stood up; grabbing the bag of things we had bought today. I would have run, but, being financially dependent on someone left me little option on where to go. I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to say what I was, what I meant to him, what he wanted from me.
Guillo looked up at me, no longer concerned with Carlos. "He is not my boyfriend; it was four years ago, we just played around a few times, it was before I knew you. Please sit down," he begged.
"Aniel, my what?" I asked him, my eyes filling with tears, wanting an answer. "What am I? Am I that?," I said, pointing at Carlos angrily.
"Baby, please sit down," Guillo whispered and looked at the floor.
Carlos turned to me, "See? He's a dog, always has been, never could admit to himself what he is, much less the world."
"You shut the fuck up," Guillo roared at Carlos as he stood up, left cash on the table, grabbed my arm and pulled us down the street. When we crossed the crowded plaza, and ducked into a secluded alley, Guillo let go of my arm. He paced for a few seconds, his face growing hot with anger. He punched the wall and cursed. I leaned back against the other side of the alley, and sniffled, staring at him.
"Why are you so ashamed of me?" I began. He stopped pacing, looked at me confusedly, and moved in to hold me against his chest. I placed my arms around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder.
"Is that what you think? I'm ashamed of you? I love you. I do all of this to protect you, so you won't get killed. People like Carlos end up dead, flaunting their life for everyone to see. He will never have a good job or a family. Do you want us to be poor? For my family to reject us like yours rejected you?" he ranted, setting me down on a box.
"You don't know my family," I yelled.
"I know they don't want you." He retorted coldly.
I was stunned by his comment. How dare he talk about my family like that? I know my parents were not dealing well with this, but someday they would come around. He had never even met them. I was tired of this shit.
"I don't want to be around you right now," I said.
"Where are you going to go?" he said with half a smirk.
"I'm going home, and you can go to hell," I said, wiping my eyes on the back of my hand. I pushed past him, as he stared, shocked that I had spoken to him in such a manner. He found his senses shortly, and ran after me, pulling me down onto a park bench at the entrance to the busy plaza. I stared at him, eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into him, holding me tight.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered into my ear, "I know it hurts to think about your family, but I'm your Daddy now, they rejected you, I chose you. They don't care about you, I love you. You are my baby boy; I am all the family you need."
I buried my head into his chest, not caring who saw it. We had lived together for a year, and he had hurt me more in the last two days than in that entire time.
"Let's go home," he said, standing up while holding onto me, "I want to show you something." The entire way back to the house, he held my hand firmly, knowing that this was important. When we got home, he told me to sit while he ran into our room, coming back with his work bag.
"You said you weren't working this weekend," I whined. He put his finger to my lips to silence me, and sat down next to me on the couch. Pulling me into his lap, he fished his black leather organizer from the bag. He set it in my lap as I looked up at him expectantly. I wasn't allowed to go into his work bag, not that I had any interest. He opened it in my lap with both arms around me. It was a big organizer that had a notebook inside and pockets for all of his cards and business junk. He flipped to the back which was just a leather panel, and pulled gently on a half inch black ribbon. The back panel opened up and inside was plastered with pictures, of me! They weren't recent; there was a picture of my first birthday with all of my family around me looking at a cake. There was a picture of the time when I was five and my sister's put makeup all over my face. I was smiling up at the camera looking like a tiny whore. There were about ten pictures of me, and the last one was of Guillo holding me in his lap at a party we went two the weekend after he found me.
"Where did you get these?" I questioned.
"From your mom," he said, petting my tummy lightly.
"When did you see my mom? Did she ask about me? Why didn't you tell me about this?" I probed.
"A month after I got you, I went to see your family to work things out. Your brothers and father were apparently fans of mine, and invited me in. I talked to your mom and dad about taking you in and adopting you. I told them that I was sending you to the best of schools and they had nothing to worry about. They thanked me for taking you in, but said that you were not welcome there for being gay. I told them that I knew about it, and I would take care of you anyways. Then I asked for some pictures of you, and your mom gave me a few. That was it." Guillo said.
I was shocked, "So they know where I am? They didn't want to see me?" I questioned.
"Aniel, baby, I'm your family. They didn't want you because of who you are. I will always take care of you, you have a home."
I leaned into his chest, and cried until I fell asleep in his arms.
When I woke up, I was alone, under the covers of the bed we shared. Loud thumping music was coming from the living room, the sun had gone down and darkness filled the room. I stumbled out of bed, and realized I was naked. I found some skimpy blue briefs in our bag, and a pair of soft flannel lounge pants. Shivering from the cool windy night air coming through the open window, I pulled on my hooded sweatshirt, and ventured out to find Guillo. At the end of the long hallway was a closed door with light streaming underneath it. I made my way quietly to the door, not that anyone would hear me over the music. When I opened the door to the living room, I saw all of Guillo's family sitting around the living room, laughing, talking, and eating. I scanned the room, but didn't see him. His sister was the first to notice me, and yelled for him.
"Guillermo, the kid is up," she hollered into the kitchen. He popped his head out and smiled at me.
"Aniel, they wanted to surprise us, they all showed up when you were napping," he yelled over the music, waving me to his side. I smiled at everyone and padded quickly into the kitchen where he was sitting on a barstool talking to his mother, aunts, and grandmother. He pulled me up into his lap, as his mother glared at me, assessing every inch of my frame.
"You aren't feeding him," she observed to Guillo, who held me tight, protectively, "If he doesn't eat he won't grow, you want him to be tiny forever?" She threw up her hands, then grabbed a plate of cookies and set them beside me on the counter.
"We fight about it everyday; he just doesn't want to eat. The doctor said he is healthy. I try, I do." He assured his mother, taking a cookie and putting it in my hands. I wasn't hungry, nor did I enjoy being talked about as if I weren't there, but I didn't want to be rude, so I bit off a small piece and chewed it, making polite nods to indicate that I liked it.
"Hmm," his mother grunted, not entirely satisfied, "I have a girl I want you to meet."
I stared up at him and smiled, knowing how much this irritated him.
"Oh yes," I said to his mother, smiling, "Daddy needs a girlfriend." I felt him pinch me hard on the butt as his mother smiled and nodded at me.
"She is so nice, a little chunky, but great personality, she will give me lots of grandkids!," his mother exclaimed, patting me on the knee.
"I'm not interested," Guillo insisted, "besides, I can't leave Aniel alone, he is only sixteen. I don't want him getting into trouble."
"Nonsense! He can take care of himself, can't you baby?" she petted my hair and smiled, as I nodded and laughed. By now, Guillo was tickling me hard, and I squirmed out of his lap, and backed away from him.
The family had already eaten, so Guillo took a small plate of chicken taquitos from the fridge and warmed it up for me. I ate in the living room, in his lap, on one of the big leather couches, as his family sat around catching up on all of the gossip about the relatives who weren't there to defend themselves. I listened about Andrea's new implants and who paid for them for thirty minutes before I went back to sleep in Guillo's arms, snuggled into his chest.
Later that night, I woke up to a silent house. I was naked again, but this time we were in a different room and a smaller bed. I got up to go find a bathroom, slipping on the pajama bottoms I had worn earlier. I made my way out to the hallway, and found a bathroom, peed, washed up, and went back into the hallway again. My eyes had adjusted to the light of the bathroom, and the hallway was a sea of darkness. This was quite a big house, and I couldn't remember which door I had come out of.
"Fuck!" I thought to myself, stumbling around in the darkness. Finally, my hand hit a metal doorknob, and I decided to turn it. I went into the room, which was lit dimly by the moon. This looked familiar to me, so I made my way to the bed. I didn't want to get naked, just incase, but I saw a familiar, muscular dark figure laying across the bed, and thought it might be Guillo. I got closer to the figure, and reached out to feel the soft dark skin. It felt like him. I whispered, "Guillo," softly, no movement. I pushed a little harder on the figure, and it stirred, sitting up slightly. Eyes met mine, and I knew it wasn't him.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry," I apologized.
"You have the wrong room baby," the man spoke. It was Alejandro, Guillo's cousin. He sat up, and turned on the bedside light. I looked over his body, realizing that he had no clothes on. In his lap was the biggest soft cock I had ever seen. Ok, so I have only seen Guillo's, my own, and a guy I played around with when I lived with my family, but this was big. He noticed me staring, and quickly moved to cover up with the blanket. I blushed, but he smiled, and reached out to stroke my face. I backed up slowly, blushing more.
"Why are you embarrassed?" he asked, swinging around, setting his feet on the floor, exposing his entire body to me.
"I was looking for Guillo," I apologized again, backing up a little farther. Alejandro stood up, closing in on me. His cock began to awake, and the enormous tool grew longer. My eyes grew wide, and I tried to keep them on his face, as I backed up and reached for the door. His hand flew past me and landed hard against the door. I heard the door open in the hallway, and Guillo's voice calling for me. Alejandro pulled me into him, and put his hand over my mouth as I yelped. He backed us up, towards the bed, and reached down with his free hand to turn off the lamp.
"Stay still, don't talk," Alejandro commanded as he held me firmly, his hard cock pressing into my back.
"Aniel?" Guillo called from the hallway, this time a little louder.
I tried to bite his hand, and I squirmed, but he held me firmly. "MMMM," I yelled, muffled by Alejandro's hand. Guillo knocked on the door to the room. Maybe he saw the light turn off, or heard me, but I knew he would find me.
"What do you want?" called Alejandro.
"Have you seen Aniel?" Guillo replied.
"No, I haven't seen your little faggot, now go away." Alejandro said flatly.
"What?" Guillo called, turning the doorknob. Alejandro pushed me down onto the bed, covering me in the blankets, keeping his hands on my mouth, and sat down next to me. Guillo came in the room, and looked at him, sitting naked with his cock pointing out.
"Did I catch you at a hard, er bad time?" Guillo joked.
"Get the fuck out of here, I don't have your little faggot boy, so leave." Alejandro growled.
"What the fuck got into you?" Guillo said, walking towards the bed. I tried to move around under the covers and mmmmm some more. "And what is under the covers?"
"Nothing, I got a girl, ok, get out, please." Alejandro pleaded.
"Oh, let me see her," Guillo asked, his interests peaked.
"Um no, she's shy, go away," Alejandro lied, holding me tightly.
I kicked hard against the bed, and bit down on Alejandro's hand. "Ow, Fuck!," he yelled.
"I don't like the look of this," Guillo said, and moved to the bed, pulling up the covers. I reached out for him, and he pushed Alejandro off of me, lifting me off the bed into his arms. "What the fuck dude? He is just a kid, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Nothing you haven't done, you sick prick. He's just a street slut, what do you care if I borrow him for awhile." Alejandro shot back.
Guillo set me down on the floor behind him, pushed me out of the room, and shut the door. I heard a loud thud, and Alejandro crying out for him to stop. "I was just kidding, dude, get the fuck off of me." He pleaded. And then, silence. Guillo opened the door, took my hand, shut the door behind us, locked it, and led me back to bed.
"See?" he said to me, "I always take care of you." He pulled the covers back for me to get in, and then settled in next to me, holding on tight.