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. I am 21 years old. I live in Austin, TX with my boyfriend/husband/whatever you call it of five years. I am originally from Monterrey, MX, Arriba El Norte! If you send me an email, tell me where you are from!
########### Aniel and Guillo 3 ###########
The next morning, waking up with two strong arms around me, I felt as though last night had been a bad dream. I was ok, safe in Guillo's (Gee-yo, not Geo) arms. I rolled over and stared at my sleeping warrior. His eyes were closed, his lips pursed, his chest rising and falling with slow soft breaths. I stared at him for the longest time, tracing his lips with my finger, pushing back his soft black hair, pulling back the waistband of his boxers to see what was going on down there. Finally, he awoke, just as I was petting his cock. His eyes opened, and he smiled at me warmly, pulling me into his chest.
"What is my baby doing?" he asked, tickling my back gently.
"MffMff," I said, muffled by his chest.
He pushed his hard cock between my thighs, bucking slowly, kissing the top of my head. Letting go of me, Guillo rolled onto his back and pointed at his hard cock telling me to finish what I started. I crawled onto his chest backwards, sitting on his chest. I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth. As I took as much of him as my mouth would hold, I felt my briefs being pulled down. Then, two strong hands grabbed my ass and pulled me backwards, sliding my chest down to his tummy. I managed to keep his cock in my mouth as he lifted my legs up and slid off the briefs. My ass came to rest against his lips, and soon I felt his warm tongue moved up inside me. My cock sprang to life as he invaded my hole with his tongue and then fingers. I guess I was going to get fucked this morning; good thing the door was locked.
Thinking about the door I wondered what happened to Alejandro last night. Was he still alive? I had seen Guillo get into fights before. Once when we went to a gay club for teen night in Mexico City, an older man tried to grab me in the restroom. It was the last time I was allowed to go by myself in a gay club. The tall, light skinned man was an American, must have been in his mid twenties. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his hard chest was accentuated by pierced nipples. Light blonde hair was gelled back against his head, setting off his sparkling blue eyes.
He seemed nice enough. I didn't understand his English, but I nodded politely as he tried to make conversation at the sink. Apparently I agreed to something, because when I reached over him to grab a paper towel to dry my hands, he slipped a finger down the back of my pants. I was wearing this tight white t-shirt, leather pants, my hair was spiky with glitter gel, and I had painted a rainbow on my cheek. His finger pushed between my cheeks and headed straight into my hole. I screamed and struggled, but he pulled me, by the ass back into a stall. The loud thumping music of the club drowned out my screams and we were the only two in the restroom. He held my head in his hand, and pulled a white vile from his pocket. Holding it under my nose, he pushed one nostril shut, and held my mouth closed, forcing me to breathe it. My nose burned, but he kept it there for a few seconds to make sure I got enough of it. Was this cocaine?
He closed the door of the stall, and clawed at my pants, pushing them down. He bent down and began to eat out my asshole as I tried to kick against him. Responding to this, he flipped me around and shoved me against the door to the stall, tongue darting in and out of my hole. I screamed NO. I yelled for him to stop, but he wouldn't. I didn't know how long this had gone on, but I clenched me hole shut, making it hard for him to continue. He gave up on loosening me, and stood up, pumping his cock between my cheeks. His arms held me tight as he pinched hard on my nipples. Lifting up my shirt, he bent over me and kissed my neck. Each time his cock moved between my ass, he pushed me harder into the door. I kept yelling for him to stop, but he wouldn't.
He fucked wildly, his cock rubbing against my lower back, his hands now reached down to pump my cock which was hard for some reason. In a few seconds, I felt his hot sticky cum shoot onto my back. When he finished, he held me there, kissing down the back of my neck, mumbling English into my ear. He continued to work my cock, and, maybe from the weirdness of it all, or from what I had sniffed, I started to feel myself cumming. He caught the cum in his hand and when it had finished, he ate all of it. He grabbed tissue and cleaned his cum off of my back, throwing it away into the toilet.
We both rested for a few minutes, and then he pulled my pants back up and zipped me. I stumbled out of the stall and fell down on the dirty floor of the bathroom. The man leaned down and put a finger on my neck. Feeling a pulse, he opened one of my eyes, and I stared into his. Deciding I was ok, he kissed me gently and began to walk off.
"HEY, What the fuck?" I heard Guillo's voice as he dashed over to see if I was ok. The American started to explain to Guillo, who spoke perfect English, what had happened. Guillo thanked him for helping me (I found out later that the man told Guillo that he had found me passed out in the stall). When Guillo leaned in to talk to me, I told him what the man had done. He sat me up against the wall, and proceeded to beat the shit out of the American. I had never seen him so angry, he slammed his head against the wall several times, then against the counter, then against his fist. He left the American passed out in a stall, bloody and bruised as he came to pick me up off the floor. He carried me out of the bathroom, and I felt the drug continue to work through me. I yelled for him to let me down, and he did.
"I love this song," I yelled, moving around on the dance floor. He tried to grab me, but I spun away, into the crowd. I slipped off my shirt and threw it into the air as I danced into the middle of three guys who readily began touching all over my body. Guillo pursued me through the crowd, knocking the three guys off of me. I smiled and laughed, kissing him wildly. His hands lifted me off the ground and into his chest. I threw my arms around his neck, singing loudly into his ear.
"What did that man give you?" He questioned.
"Some white shit, I feel good though, I love you Mexico!" I screamed, laughing wildly.
"Oh shit, I gotta get you home, soon," he responded, always the downer. That was the last memory I have of that night. According to Guillo, I kept sticking my head out the window on the way home shouting "FAGGOT!!!!" at every person we passed. When we got home, I threw up on the sidewalk, and started crying about my fish that died when I was six, and how I never got to know him. He said it would have been cute if I weren't high. So that was my experience with cocaine, and Guillo beating a man in front of me.
Back to the present, Guillo was eating my ass, as I sucked hard on his cock, taking it all in and working my throat on it. It was a good thing that I had my mouth full, because I wanted to yell from the pleasure he was sending through my body. After he had sufficiently prepared my hole, he pulled me off of his cock with a "POP." Straddling his tummy, I lowered myself onto his hole. My hole resisted, but only momentarily, and I eased it inside me.
He grabbed my ass and began lifting me up and down on his cock. He sat up, and moved us back against the headboard. I leaned into him and threw my arms around his neck as he moved me up and down on his cock, biting softly on my neck and ears each time I came up. He lowered me down as far as his cock would fit up my ass, and I buried my head into his chest, sucking on a nipple. His hips began to buck and move his cock in and out of my ass. He sat me up, holding tight to my hips. I threw my head back, staring at the ceiling as my eyes rolled back into my head from the intense pleasure of Guillo filling my ass. As many times as we had fucked, I always felt like it was special.
Guillo continued pulling me up and then dropping me onto his cock for the longest time. My legs began to ache from this position, but I wanted him to cum so badly. Finally, he pushed my hips down just as he lifted his off of the bed, thrusting every inch of his cock into me. His body tensed, shook slightly, and I felt his cum filling my ass. When he finished, he took his hand off of my waist and pulled me down into his chest, kissing softly on the top of my head as I bit gently on his left nipple.
"Ouch baby, not so hard," he complained with a giggle, pulling my body up his chest as his cock slid out of my ass. He held me there, as our lips locked, and I brought my knees down to the bed on either sides of his tummy. When he finally recovered, he sat me up on his chest, and leaned in to suck on my cock. His warm mouth felt so good as his tongue made its way in slow circles around my cock. I lifted myself up by the knees, and fucked my cock slowly into his mouth. His hands reached up and tweaked my nipples, and then his right hand moved up to my face, forcing his middle finger into my mouth. I sucked on the sweet taste of my man as I face fucked him slowly. Soon, I shot into his mouth and he swallowed it, happily accepting his baby's seed. When I finished, I laid back against his body, his cock lying between against his tummy, under my back. He brought his knees up slowly to elevate me slightly, and his soft lips kissed around the insides of my thighs.
"Ok baby, let's get you into the shower," he said, ending our silent ecstasy. He picked me up and held me against his chest as he moved off of the bed towards the bathroom. He checked the hallway, empty. We took a long, steamy shower, cleaning every inch of each other's bodies. When we came out of the bathroom, both wrapped in only small towels, his mom walked out of a bedroom down the hallway. She paused, staring at us, at me, with knowing eyes.
"You two shower together?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
"No, I took a shower first, and then shaved while Aniel was in there," Guillo lied.
She seemed pacified by this answer, but eyed me suspiciously. Guillo shoved me in front of him, and we walked quickly back to the bedroom. We got dressed, Guillo in khaki pants and a light blue button up shirt, me in jeans, a t-shirt, and a red hooded sweatshirt, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Most of the family was up, and there was a huge breakfast spread across the kitchen table. Guillo got a plate of beans, tortillas, and eggs with sausage. I grabbed a plate of fruit, orange juice, and toast.
We sat quietly eating on the patio, and then went back inside to do the family time thing. Alejandro stumbled down about twenty minutes later with a black eye and a band-aid on his lip. Our eyes met, and he stared at me angrily. Everyone wanted to know what had happened, he said that he was walking in the dark across his room and fell, hitting his face on a side table. Guillo sipped his coffee and smiled. I felt bad for what had happened, but at least no one found out about it.
After breakfast, Guillo and I went back to the room and packed up everything to go home. As we were walking out to put things in the car, his mother stopped him.
"I want to talk to you... Alone," she said.
"Go sit in the car and wait for me," Guillo told me, and then kissed my forehead and followed his mother into a side room.
I went out to the car and waited, and waited, and waited. Then suddenly, Guillo rushed out the front door, his cheeks flushed with anger. He jumped into the car, turned it on, and tore away from the curb, rushing through the small residential streets. I reached for his hand, but he pulled it back, shifting between gears as he hurried us through the city.
"What's wrong?" I finally asked, as we turned onto the tollway to go home.
"Nothing, don't worry about it," he said calmly, realizing my presence, and grabbing my hand, "Nothing is wrong with us."
We didn't talk much on the way home, he calmed down when we were about halfway to Mexico City, but still held my hand tightly in his own. When we finally got home, Kiko, the dog, jumped all over me, and Guillo went back into the bedroom to unpack our things. He stayed back there for awhile, and I sat on the couch to thumb through some magazines. Finally, I worked up the nerve to go back and see what he was up to. I found him at his computer in his office, typing away furiously. I asked him what was wrong, but he ignored me, typing away.
"Baby," I said, making my way over to his side, "Please talk to me, are you mad? Did I do something? Tell me what I did."
He stopped typing, looked over at me nervously, and sighed, "My parents are giving me a year to get married, to a girl, or they are all done with me. I think Alejandro told my parents what was going on with us. They know. They know, and they told me I was sick, sick for taking advantage of you. They want to send you to a really good school in Barcelona for the rest of high school. I--I don't know what to do."
I stood there, frozen by the icy sting of his words. None of it really sank in after the part about him marrying a girl. He was married. He was mine. I did more for him than any girl ever could. Why didn't they see that we loved each other? I am old enough to know when I am being taken advantage of. Then I got mad at myself. If I were a girl, this wouldn't be a problem. Old enough or not, they would accept it because we could get married for real. I didn't say anything for a long time. Guillo stared at me, holding my arms firmly as I studied the carpet, fighting back tears.
"Well?" He began, "say something."
I shook my head no, and began to walk away. I grabbed Leo, my stuffed lion, off the bed and went to the guest bedroom, locking the door behind me. The sun was setting, and I fell asleep on top of the covers, in my clothes, holding my lion. A few hours passed, and I heard him knocking at the door. I ignored him, but the knocking grew louder.
"Baby, c'mon, you know I can't sleep without you," he insisted from behind the locked door. I knew that I had to respond, or he might break it down.
"This will be good practice for when you send me to Spain," I yelled, wanting to share the hurt.
"That's not fair, please open this door so we can talk, please, I need you right now Aniel, this isn't easy for me either," Guillo begged.
I went to open the door, and then crawled back onto the bed as he followed me inside. He sat on the bed next to my outstretched body and began to rub my back, leaning over me.
"Sometimes I forget how beautiful you are," he said, stroking my face, pushing my hair back. I laid there, waiting for him to "talk" like he promised at the door.
"Look," he began, moments later, "I don't know what is going to happen. It's not fair to choose between you and everyone else in my life. You know you're my world, but it is hard to give up your family."
"You mean like how I gave up my family because they couldn't accept me?" I said hotly, "You don't think I made that decision lightly, do you?" I stood up, walking across to a chair by the window to face him, eye to eye. "I had it worse, I chose to sleep in an alley rather than try and lie about who I was and change for them."
"Baby... I... I know what you went through...," Guillo inserted.
"You don't know shit, other than that you always get what you want. Well now you either have to deny who you are or give up your family," I insisted.
"Who I am? I'm not gay Aniel; I have been with girls, lots of girls. Just because we have sex, doesn't make me gay," He protested.
"So what are you? Straight? Gay? Bisexual? What does that make me?" I inquired.
"I'm none; I guess I'm just Aniel-sexual. All I want is you," Guillo said, moving over to stand in front of me. I looked up at him with big eyes. My entire body felt weak when his hand came down to the back of my neck, massaging it gently. He leaned in and kissed me softly, and then picked me up out of the chair. He grabbed my lion off the bed, and carried me off to our bedroom. We had resolved nothing. I was pissed. We had resolved nothing. I wanted answers, but more than anything, I wanted to enjoy another night in his arms, forgetting about the weird changes that were happening in our relationship. The possibility of us not being together forever began to dawn on me.
The next morning, I woke up before him, and hurried to get ready for school. I turned off his alarm clock, and left the house at 7:30 before he woke up. Normally, he walked me to school or dropped me off in the car before going to work later. I made it early to first period, and sat with my friends, all girls. I sat through grammar, math, science, and English (foreign language), before heading to lunch. Walking into the cafeteria, I saw a group of boys sitting around on top of a few tables in the corner. I walked by them when I heard my name being called. It was Guillo, he always drew soccer fans from the days when he played. He called me over and introduced me to the guys. Some of them I knew, some of them had called me names and one had hit me before.
"I didn't know this was your brother!" One of the guys exclaimed.
The words stung me, another hit. I am his brother now? Guillo moved out of the crowd and over to me, touching my arm.
"I brought you lunch," he glowed, "I wanted to surprise you." He pulled me down to a table and sat across from me, pulling two sandwiches out of a bag. He pushed one in front of me, and I sat there, staring at the table. I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to start crying in the middle of the cafeteria. If he was planning on sending me away, why did he want to come have lunch with me? This is such a mind game. My head was swirling with thoughts and emotions. I didn't hear a word he said.
"Aniel, eat," he said, touching my arm. I shook my head no, and then bolted from the table. I ran all the way up the stairs, around the corner, and into a bathroom hidden on the second floor. I waited until lunchtime was over, knowing that the school wouldn't let him hang around. For fifth period, I had social studies, "The History of Mexico." If you have never taken this class, it is 400 years of people killing off leaders to become leaders. Then when it hits the 20th century, one party takes over and rules for 80 years. Most people sleep through this class. After that, I had a study period, and then track. It was cold, so we ran inside the gym, for the whole hour. This being a nice pricy private school (Guillo paid for it), we had nice single shower rooms. You usually had to wait ten minutes or so, but it was the last period of the day, so it isn't so bad.
I dreaded the end of Monday. I knew he would be waiting for me, and upset. I was surprised to see him smiling, not happily, but an understanding smile. He opened the car door for me, and I got in. I didn't speak as we pulled away from the school. I didn't hold his hand when he reached to grab mine.
"I thought we should go for a nice dinner somewhere, maybe out by the mall in Santa Fe," he said, pulling onto the freeway instead of turning down our street. I didn't respond, but held my bag close against my chest, resting my head on top of it and staring out the window.
"Baby, did you hear me?" Guillo asked, "Baby? Aniel? My love?"
Finally I spoke, "When do I go to Spain? I need to pack some things, and see what classes I can take." I tried to sound cold and distant, never looking at him. He pulled off of the freeway (the periférico for those of you who know Mexico City), and into a parking lot.
He turned off the car, and set the keys in my lap, turning to get out. Slamming the door, he walked across the parking lot, and sat on the curb. For the first time since I had met him, he cried. His face turned red, he smoothed back his hair, arched his back, looked up at the sun. My rough and fearless man cried. I sat there watching him in the side mirror. He didn't look up at me, but sat there, legs drawn into his chest, and laid his chin onto his knees. Finally, he yelled "FUUUUCCCKKKK" really loudly. He looked so fragile, so human.
I was fascinated. I didn't feel sorry for him. Yes, I loved him, but I had gone through a childhood of poverty, losing my family for being gay, finding out I was meant to be sold, and being rejected by his parents. Everyone I had ever loved had their own plans and purposes for my life. Nothing was ever under my control. I wanted him to experience pain and not getting what you want for once in his life. I sat there watching him for the longest time. He stopped crying, and was now sitting in the fetal position with his eyes closed, deep in thought. His face was still red.
Finally, I got out of the car and went over to sit next to him. I wanted to touch him, put my arm around him, but I didn't. The sun was setting, and the noise of the city was revving up for the night. Red taillights fought against white headlights on the 10 lane freeway. The towers of satelite (sah-tell-ee-tay) rose up in the middle of the freeway as the car lights, like fish swam around it. My stomach made a funny noise, scolding me for not feeding it all day. Suddenly, Guillo snapped back to reality, lifted his head, sniffled his nose, and looked over at me.
"Ok, let's go eat," Guillo said. He stood up, took my hand, and led me back to the car. We ended up at my favorite place. It is themed after an American downtown. The waiters are dressed as cops, garbage men, even a president. We split a pizza, and wine. Well, I had grape juice, but I pretended. After he ordered the pizza, he reached his hand across the table, and I took it.
"Look, I think I have a plan," Guillo started, "I talked to some friends this afternoon, and I have a job offer in Chile if I want it. We can move to Santiago, and I have a friend, a girl, who will marry me for pretend. We can move close to her, and she can be there for when my parents visit. They will think you are in Spain. See? We can still be together!"
"Fuck you, I'm not hiding in your closet when you don't feel like being out," I said, suddenly not hungry again.
"Baby, try to understand. I am thinking of a way for us to be together," he begged.
"You are thinking of places to hide me, ways to make your life easier. You want to have things your way. I can't live like that. Where will I sleep when your parents come to Santiago? Will your wife be in our bed? Will you fuck her? What about when you come home to visit? Will I be alone with your wife in our house?" I demanded.
"Damn IT!" He yelled, hitting the table, and then began to whisper as people stared. "Why do you have to make things so hard? You know I love you. Chile is a million miles away; my parents will hardly ever come see me. We will work something out for when I come to Mexico. Please just..."
I grabbed his wine, chugged it, and glared at him. The pizza showed up at that point. He put a slice on my plate, and I didn't touch it. He finished a few slices shaking his head angrily. Eating was a big deal for us. I had some problems in the past with not eating for awhile and then passing out or getting really sick. Most times I was ok, but he knew that I would stop eating when I was upset. It usually led to a mini-fight.
"You have to eat, eat that one piece before we go," he begged. He stared at me for about twenty minutes, paid the check, and stared for twenty more. I finally picked a pepperoni off of the pizza and ate it. It was cold, but still yummy. He smiled, picked up the pizza, and poked my lips with it, saying "in, in, in." I laughed; he looked so cute and frustrated. Then I got mad at him for making me laugh, finally I ate the piece of pizza and we walked around the mall for awhile. Again, we had resolved nothing. I started to get really tense worrying about it. My stomach was used to emptiness, and the pizza hit it like a brick. I felt my hand slip from his, and then everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, two emergency guys were bent over me along with Guillo who looked upside down. He was sitting behind me with my head back on his lap. I looked past the guys and saw that I was in the back of a truck... ambulance. There was an ice-pack on my forehead. I tried to move, to sit up, but Guillo held me down to the stretcher thingy.
"Don't move," said the paramedic, raising my arm to feel my wrist. I freaked out when I saw it. There was a thin tube that ended in a bandage on my arm. I tried to sit up. I hate needles. Guillo held me down.
"Please baby, you're ok. I got you," Guillo reassured. I looked up into his eyes and started crying. We had ended up in this situation before, and I knew what came afterwards. Two weeks, maybe more, of him keeping a journal of what I ate. I would probably have to stop running track and gain a few pounds. Fuck, this is the last thing I need right now.
We made it to the hospital. My regular doctor was on duty, and he gave me another long talk about nutrition and not starving myself. Guillo told him that he would keep the journal again and bring me back in two weeks. Then he made me drink some weird cold chocolaty shake, and he took blood samples from me. After a few hours of rest in the bed, he sent me home with a bottle of vitamins. Guillo's friend Marcos showed up with our car, and then took a taxi home. Guillo carried me to the passenger side, set me in the seat, and buckled me up. We pulled out of the hospital, and headed for home.
"I don't know what you are trying to do to yourself," he began to lecture, but then changed. "Seeing you on the floor of the mall, so small and lifeless, I can't lose you. I'm sorry, I love you. I'll do whatever you want with this situation. I just can't be without you."
I smiled and took his hand, feeling slightly guilty. "Let's go to Chile together," I said.