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! Check out my other story, What Jamie Bought under adult youth
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Aniel and Guillo 4 ^^^^^^^^^^^
The next morning, Guillo stayed home from work and I stayed home from school. Mostly, we stayed in bed. It had been a long time since we spent a whole day in bed, naked, together. I woke up at about 9, and made us a breakfast of quesadillas, and a bowl of yogurt and cereal mixed together. We watched the morning shows, cuddled together under the covers. Guillo fell asleep again just before noon, and his cell phone vibrated on the side table.
Reaching across him, I picked it up and answered with a Hello.
"Who is this? Aniel? Where is Guillermo?" Jose asked.
"He is napping, what do you need?" I hated Jose.
"Oh, never mind, tell him to check the mail, I sent over some things." Jose said and then hung up.
I crawled out from Guillo's arms and went out to the front door to look for mail. There was a long fat brown paper envelope on the doormat. I took it inside, and crawled back to bed. I nuzzled Guillo, and he stirred as I set the envelope onto his chest. He sat up, stretched, and looked it over.
"Jose just called, he wants you to open it," I said, pawing at it.
"Oh, I will.... Um... this is private stuff, I'm just going to put it in my desk and look later." Guillo said, jumping out of bed. He grabbed the envelope and walked off to the office, his heavy cock swinging between his thighs. Ok now I was super curious, but he wouldn't want me following him. A few minutes later, Guillo came back into the room, slipped under the covers, and pulled me into his chest.
"You finished your breakfast?" he asked suddenly, opening one eye.
"Yes Daddy," I joked, pointing to my empty plate on the bedside table. He smiled, rubbed my hair softly, and went back to his nap. His left arm was around my waist, holding me onto his chest. This made it difficult to escape without him waking up so I could go snoop. I took my stuffed lion and eased it under his hand, he stirred a bit, but left didn't move the animal, this raised his arm up a little, enough for me to limbo under. I waited a few minutes before doing this, so he could get back to sleep. I wiggled out, and tip toed down to his office, shutting the door behind me.
There was no yellow envelope in sight. I looked inside the drawers of his desk, on his shelves, in the closet, nothing. Kiko, our dog, heard me moving around, and bounded into the room, licking my hand. Somehow, he knew what I was looking for, because he went to the door, and pawed at the wall. I figured what the hell, and followed him. He went into the living room, and then passed to the dining area, pausing at the table. I looked down under the table and saw nothing, then I looked up under the table and there it was, pressed between a crossbar under the table top. I was so excited, like Nancy Drew. The Secret of the Yellow Envelope.
Inside the envelope was a stack of papers. The first one was an application with my name on it for the Royal Academy in Madrid. I scanned to the bottom and found my father's signature. I stared at it, feeling my face grow hot. The next few papers were my transcripts from my current school, all perfect scores. After that was a few letters, to me! They were from my father; one of them was from a week after he threw me out of the house. He said that he was glad that I found Guillo to take care of me, but he was sorry for what he did. He wanted me to come back home or call or something.
The next letter was from a week later. He said that he was sorry things had turned out like they did, but he didn't understand why I didn't want to see him or talk to him. He begged me to come home and work things out. There were many more letters, from my mom, my dad, my brothers. They wanted me to come home and work things out. I was so angry. Guillo had never shown me these, never mentioned that they wanted to see me.
I took the letters and went into the bedroom, tears streaming down my face. I threw them down across his chest, and went over to the closet, pulling my clothes off of the racks. Guillo woke with a start, and saw what I had found.
"Baby, no, baby, come here," he yelled, jumping out of the bed and running over to me. He grabbed me, holding me tight against his chest, and tried to calm me down.
"Do NOT touch me," I yelled, struggling against his arms, "If you were going to send me to Spain, why didn't you just send me home? They want me, Guillo, They want me home."
"Baby no, this is your home. I am your Papi, you don't need to go anywhere, I'm sorry. I should have given those to you, but I was so afraid of losing you."
I didn't know what to say to him. It made me feel better that he loved me that much, but he never gave me a choice. I stood there in his arms; finally he released his tight grip on me.
"What the fuck Guillo?" I said, breaking the silence, "I am so fucking tired of finding your little secrets. You wanted to sell me, you slept with some guy before me after telling me you hadn't, you want to send me to Spain, and now you kept my family from me? You told them I wouldn't see or speak to them? I need to go somewhere alone and sort this out for awhile."
"No, you're staying here. You were in the hospital last night. I can't let you wander on your own."
I pulled a pair of jeans on over my briefs, and reached for a t-shirt off the shelf. I grabbed my jacket, slid on my sandals, and headed for the door.
"No, you are not going anywhere," Guillo said, and pushed me down onto the bed.
"Fine, I will just wait for you to sleep, and then go. I'm not a prisoner, am I?" I asked.
Guillo didn't know how to respond to me. He sat down on the bed next to me, and pulled me into his lap.
"Ok," he said, "We will go see your family together. Just let me get dressed."
He got dressed very quickly and then called down to the doorman for a taxi (he didn't want to drive his nice car into my neighborhood). I washed my face and brushed my hair while he readied himself. He left his watch and ring on the side table, and slipped his phone into his pocket. On the way out the door he took a silver gun from a chest on top of a table in the entryway. I got a little upset about that, but we weren't going into a safe area of the city and this is a reality in the shadier parts of Mexico City.
As the taxi drove us through my old neighborhood, I sat away from Guillo, who stretched his arm out and slid it around me casually. The empty lot we used to play in was not a twelve story apartment building with a group of teenage guys hovering around on the sidewalk. We pulled up to my house. It looked so small. It was about 12 feet wide, and sandwiched between taller houses all crammed against each other. I saw one of my brothers out front on the sidewalk, sweeping it off. He stopped as the taxi pulled up, and a big smile swept across his face as I stepped out.
"Baby boy!" He yelled, and pulled me into a tight hug. Rafael (my brother) pulled me inside and yelled my mom and dad to come down to see me. They were so surprised, and hugged me. My mom started to cry, and we all sat down around the living room. In the corner was a new TV, and there were new chairs. I asked my mom about it, and she said that Guillo had bought them new furniture and fixed up their kitchen. She gave him a hug and thanked him for the nice things. She then went on to tell me how my dad had been in the hospital two months ago and Guillo paid for it all. "Such a saint, this boy," she said, patting him on the arm.
We stayed for a few hours, my mom made a big dinner, and my brothers ate with us when they came home from work. Guillo was happy to see me eating, but looked awkward and nervous in my house. I sat on the couch next to him the whole time, but he didn't put his arm around me or touch me. I took Guillo upstairs to see the room I grew up in and shared with my three brothers. They had kept my things on the shelves where I left them. Guillo looked through my photo albums and thumbed through my diary. He laughed at all the pictures of sexy guys I had cut out of newspapers and magazines and glued into little collages in my diary.
He sat on the top bunk that I used to sleep in, and I laid in front of him, showing him pictures from my childhood. It was so weird, my bed was just as I left it, except that the sheets and blanket and pillow had been washed. It also felt weird to have him in my bed. I hadn't shared it with a guy. When I was a kid and got scared, I would climb into my brother's bed below me and curl up with him, but I never had a guy with me in my own bed. I hadn't forgiven him for all the lies, but I laid back against his chest trying to enjoy the moment. When we finished, the sun had set, and it was almost 9.
"We should go home," Guillo said.
"I... I think...," I stammered, "I want to stay here."
"No, baby, FUCK! I knew you would do this, please, don't do this, not tonight," Guillo begged.
"This is my home," I said, glad that I wasn't facing him, "Just for a few days, so I can get to know them again, please."
My brother, Altair, walked in right then, and smiled up at us.
"Altair," I called, "Is it ok if I stay here for a few days?"
"Yes, of course," he said grinning at Guillo.
"No, I think he should come back home with me, he has school tomorrow," Guillo replied, talking over me.
"If Aniel wants to stay, then he will stay. If you have a problem with that, you can talk to the family. I can take him to school in the morning on my way downtown," Altair said with a serious look on his face, "If you need to go home, Guillo, then you can go, but Anito stays."
"No, I just think he... well... he has his toothbrush and his things at home," Guillo reasoned. My other brothers had filed into the room, wondering what we were up to. Then my dad came in, pretending like he had other reasons than to spy on what I was doing.
"Papi," I said to my father, "I want to stay here for a few days."
My father and brothers all agreed excitedly. Guillo tightened his hold around my waist, pulling me back into his chest.
"Fine," He whispered into my ear, "but I will see you tomorrow." He kissed the back of my head and slid off the bed, down the ladder, and stood next to the bed, staring into my eyes. He took an old teddy bear of mine off the shelf and placed it in the bed next to me, leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, and then said goodbye to my family. My dad told me to go shower and get ready for bed since I had school the next morning. I smiled, missing his little imperatives, and got down off of my bed, looking around for my old clothes. I found a pair of briefs in my drawer, and an old t-shirt that belonged to my brother to sleep in. I went and showered, got dressed for bed, and then climbed up into my bunk, holding my teddy bear and climbing under the covers.
I didn't fall asleep. I couldn't. I had forgotten how noisy the small house was. Soon, Altair, Rafael, and Javier (now ages 22, 20, and 18) came in to get ready for bed. They turned on the lights, stripped down to their boxers, and crawled into their own beds. I looked across at Altair on his top bunk. He was turned to the wall. I looked down and across to Rafael, and smiled as he stared at me. The lights were turned off, but we all started talking in the dark.
"So," began Javier from below me, "You live in Polanco? That's for rich fuckers, you have a big house?"
"Yeah, it is all right, about three bedrooms, a big patio with a view of the skyline, and a housekeeper who cleans three days a week. Oh, and we have a dog." I said, realizing how snobby I sounded.
"That dude is loaded, he has a BMW, right?" Asked Rafael.
"Um, yeah, he does, he has a good job. It takes care of stuff for us." I said, shyly feeling embarrassed for the rich lifestyle I had gotten used to and accepted as my own.
"Man, someday I'm going to be rich too," Altair said, "I'm going to get a big ranch somewhere, get out of this city. You guys go on trips?"
"Um, yeah, we went to Europe, Cuernavaca, the beach, his family has houses in different places," I said.
"Do you love him?" Javier asked, "You know, like love love."
"Yeah, I do, I think I do," I answered unsure, "He takes care of me, and I never have to worry about anything, he just keeps secrets sometimes, and that makes me mad. Like telling you guys that I didn't want to see you, and then telling me that he didn't know anything about my family."
"That fucker," said Javier, "Still, he gives us money every month. I guess that's worth you getting fucked every now and then. We call it the Aniel rental fee." Javier laughed and kicked at the bottom of my bed, and the mattress jumped with me on it. "You feel weird sleeping alone?" He asked. I answered yes, and he told me to come down and share with him.
I crawled into Javier's bed which was slightly larger than mine. He pulled me into his chest, and ran his hands up and down my back. I am the youngest, and Javier is the next to youngest (18). He had a girlfriend, or he did the last time I saw him. As Rafael and Altair began snoring soundly on their beds, Javier leaned in and we talked in whispers.
"Do you like it when he fucks you?" He asked softly, running his hand over my ass.
"Yeah," I whispered, breathing deeply as his finger poked playfully against my hole.
"You haven't grown that much, but you look beautiful," he said, kissing me softly on the forehead. I don't know why, I was practically married, but my cock sprang up inside my briefs as his hands explored my body. He had grown at least six inches since I last saw him, and his once thin body was filled out with muscles from his job in the warehouse.
I reached down and felt his cock poking out of his boxers. It was so thick, and curved up to his tummy. He kept whispering what a beautiful little faggot I was, and how much he wanted to fuck his baby brother. His words turned me on even more, and I went down below the covers to take his cock in my mouth. His hands found the back of my head, and he began ramming his cock in and out of my mouth, moaning softly. I put my hands inside the waistband of his boxers and slid them down over his hard shaft. He wiggled to release them from underneath, and I slid them down to his feet. Javier spread his legs, and pushed my head down onto his cock so that I took it all the way in. It filled my mouth, and even poked a little at my throat. I was so lost in the moment, that I didn't notice my other brothers had stopped snoring.
I felt another pair of hands on my body from above the covers. I pulled off of Javier's cock, much to his protests, and poked my head out from under the covers to see Altair and Rafael standing over us smiling. Rafael pulled the covers off of us and threw them across the room. Javier sat up and leaned against the wall, stroking his cock and trying to pull me back onto him. I sat up as Altair and Rafael shucked their boxers and moved in to wave their cocks in my face. Normally I would never do this, but I had dreamed about my brothers for years, watching them grow up faster than me. Their bodies developing, it was never uncommon to see their naked bodies lying around the room after a long day of school or work.
Rafael's cock was the biggest and then Altair and Javier, lastly, of course, was mine. Rafael stuffed his huge cock into my mouth, and I gagged a little before relaxing and taking more of it into my mouth. Javier, disappointed, went behind me and began licking at my ass. He had an expert tongue, like he had done this before, and worked his way into the deeper parts of me. Altair slapped the side of my face with his cock, and then rubbed it along my forehead. I giggled, and pulled off of Rafael's cock, turning to give Altair the attention he wanted. Rafael was hard now, and stroking himself dangerously close to my eye. Altair's cock was thinner than Rafael's, and he began fucking in and out of my face.
Javier worked a spit lubed finger into my ass, and I grinded around on it, feeling it fill my hole. He leaned over me, finger fucking me, and nibbled on the back of my neck. Rafael moved under me, and pulled me off of Altair's cock, pushing my face down to his lips. His tongue invaded my mouth, exploring my mouth and slamming my tongue down flat. He was a rough kisser, but his arms held me against him, his hands exploring my back, occasionally petting around Javier's arms. Javier had now fucked two fingers into me, working them fast. I relaxed on his fingers as Rafael kissed me. I looked over at Altair who was jerking his hard cock, excited by the action.
Rafael pushed Javier off of me, picked me up, and flipped me over so that my ass was point at his face. He slipped his tongue inside me, and forcefully ate me out. Javier knelt in front of me and fed me his cock, pushing my head all the way down on it. Altair moved in and knelt beside me on the bed. I reached for his cock and jerked it for him. He rubbed his hands over my back. Rafael finished eating my ass, and set me down, crawling out from under me.
He set me down on all fours, and got behind me. I felt his hands put a warm sticky lotion around my hole and work inside. Rafael then put the tip of his cock against my hole and started pressing into me very slowly. He inched into me slowly, holding my hips firmly in place. Javier began fucking my face faster, and Altair got next to him on the bed, hitting my face with his cock. I pulled off of Javier and alternated between the two. They weren't happy about sharing, but they both apparently needed to get off and weren't interested in each other. We finally compromised when they both shoved their cocks into my mouth and I sucked them wildly as Rafael began to fuck me harder from behind.
Within a few minutes, Javier filled my mouth with cum as his cock jerked and hit against Altair's. This caused Altair to begin shooting too, and I swallowed as fast as I could, as Rafael began firing inside my ass. Altair and Javier moved off the bed to clean up, but Rafael held himself inside me, reached his hands down and lifted my chest off of the bed, pulling me back against his chest. He kissed down my neck, and I turned my head as our tongues met, followed by our lips. Rafael sat back, resting me in his lap as we continued kissing.
Rafael carried me over to his bed, keeping his cock inside me. I laid down, sandwiched between his chest and the wall. He held on to me, and we fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning to Guillo's voice. The room was filled with light, and my brothers had left the room.
"I thought you slept up there?" Guillo asked suspiciously.
"Oh, yeah, I got cold up there and came down to share with Rafael." I lied.
I don't think he bought it, but he was in no mood to argue. His eyes were red; he looked like he hadn't slept. His face was stubbly from not shaving, and he was wearing jeans and a pullover sweater. His hair was messy, but he was still gorgeous. He sat down next to me on the bed, and rubbed my back. He set a backpack on the bed next to me.
"Here are some clothes for today, and your school books. I am going to drive you to school, and then I will pick you up and bring you home, back to our home," he said cautiously.
"I want to stay here," I said.
"NO!" He yelled, and then calmed his tone, "Aniel, baby, I'm done arguing with you about this. You belong at home with me in our bed. You can visit all you want, but I can't sleep without you. I shouldn't have to, you are mine. Now you get ready for school, and we will talk about this tonight, ok?"
"I'll think about it, I will, I promise," I said.
"Think about whatever you want, but you are my..." Guillo trailed off.
"Your what?" I questioned. "Your boyfriend? Your husband? You never could finish that sentence."
Guillo pulled me up into his arms, rubbing his hands over my naked body. He ran his finger down my ass and felt my hole, still open from Rafael's massive cock.
"Who fucked you?" He demanded.
"If you can keep secrets, then I can too." I said.
"Oh hell no, this ends now," he yelled, dragging me off of the bed. He opened my backpack and pulled out my clothes, forcing me into them. He dressed me in a pair of khaki pants and a blue button up long sleeve shirt with a leather belt (what I wore to school). He put my shoes in front of me, and zipped up my bag as I put them on. He pulled me through the house, letting me stop to hug my mom and dad goodbye, and promising them that they would see more of me. Then he pulled me out to the car and sped through the narrow streets leading out of my neighborhood. He looked calm, but I could tell he was furious.
We didn't speak until we got to my school, he gave me a few dollars and told me to buy breakfast and lunch and eat all of it, and he would be back at 3 to pick me up. We kissed goodbye in his car while no one was looking, and then he walked me up to the doors as the first bell rang sending everyone in a rush to get to class.
At lunch time, he showed up in the cafeteria dressed in a nice business suit. He had showered and shaved, but still looked tired. He sat next to me, and pulled a sandwich from his work bag. He sat across from me, working over some papers as he ate.
"Ok, I'll come home for tonight," I said finally, breaking the silence. He smiled at me, and patted my hand.
"I'm sorry I got so upset with you this morning. You don't know what I went through without you. I couldn't sleep. I was so worried you were gone. I want you to stay." He said nervously.
"I don't know if I can. You have some things to work out with your family and your own sexuality. You can't think you are the only person worrying about losing his partner in this relationship. Every time I uncover another lie or secret, I worry about you leaving me or sending me away."
Guillo set down his sandwich and took both of my hands into his, "What do you want from me? I will give you anything."
"I want something stable here. I don't want to live in secret and hide from your family. I want to be a part of your life, not just something you hide at home," I said. "Look, go back to class; we will talk about this tonight. I have to get back to the office, please don't run away. I will pick you up at 3." He said, packing up his things and patting me on the head.
My afternoon classes dragged on. Finally, I made it to track. I was walking into the changing area when my coach came towards me. "Guevara (that's me), You have a note, no track today, go to study hall," she said, handing me the note. It was from Guillo, telling the school that I was sick and not to let me run today. I sighed, picked up my backpack and walked down towards study hall. I looked out the window in the big hallways. There is an old cathedral across the small street, Basilica San Pedro. I decided to go spend my hour in there.
I hadn't been to church in over a year. Guillo wasn't religious, but this is Mexico, so everyone is Catholic if asked. I walked across the street, and into the church. It was empty, except for an old lady praying on a bench near the front. I made the sign of the cross and sat down at the back, staring at the altar. Jesus stared back at me, and I looked away, spotting the confessional in the corner. I hadn't been in one since the night I got kicked out. I went over, and sat inside.
The little door slid open, and a nice young sounding priest began to talk to me. I told him everything, the whole story of the past year. I told him about the decision I had to make, stay with my family and be myself, or live as Guillo's hidden pet from his other life. I asked him if I was going to hell for all of this. I asked him what I should do, and what about the people I might hurt, including myself.
"It's not your fault," he said simply.
"What do you mean? I did all of this, I...." I started to cry.
"It's NOT your fault... I want you to come with me," he said calmly, "now."
He got up and opened his door, and I followed him. He looked about 20 years old, but dressed like something from an ancient era. He led me through the church, down a narrow hallway, and through a door which led to a small room with a couch, and some musical instruments stacked in the corner. I was still crying, but trying to hide it, wiping my eyes on my sleeves. He turned, and put his arms around me, holding me like I was his child. I broke down, releasing all of the tension and guilt and sadness one can experience in 16 years of life. He told me to lie down on the couch, on my tummy. I felt three warm glass circles on my back. I looked at a mirror on the opposite wall and saw they were candles. He started saying things in a strange language that I didn't know, and waved an incense stick over my back. I closed my eyes, smelling sweet flowers. I got lost in his words, and began to think about a time when I was 9.
It was my dad's birthday, and we went to Chapultapec (a big park with a castle in the middle of it). My mom had made a lot of food, and my whole family was there, from grandparents to cousins. My father held me on his knee while he blew out the candles on his cake, and my uncle played songs on the guitar.
I snapped back to the present with a burning feeling on the back of my neck. The priest moved the candles off of my back, and told me to go in piece, I was free. I didn't know what he meant, but I grabbed my backpack and stumbled out of the church. The daylight burned my eyes, and I heard Guillo yelling for me.
"Where have you been? I was waiting for you for half an hour, the school didn't know where you were, and I was going crazy looking for you. You have to stop doing this. You promised me." He ranted. I didn't really hear it all; I rubbed on my neck, and felt a sharp burn.
"What's on my neck, Guillo? It hurts." I mumbled hazily.
"There is a cross, a little green cross," Guillo said, "Where did you go?"
"I went to the church," I said, and a moment of clarity washed over me. "You love me," I shouted, pointing a finger at him.
He nodded and smiled, "um yeah."
"You love me, but you're afraid of losing your family and business. You don't care about the money, but you want to give me a good life and you worry that if you lose everything, and can't give my family money, that they will take me back or have you arrested for having sex with a minor." I said.
"No, I... Uh... Where is this coming from baby?" Guillo said, looking at me strangely.
"No, just shut up, I get it now." I said, pulling him towards me and kissing him. We were right in front of the church beside my school on an open sidewalk, and I kissed him. His arms wrapped around me, and lifted me off the ground. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
We got into the car and went straight home. We both needed to spend some time in bed. Guillo made fish and rice for dinner, and we sat together on the couch, watching one of those old black and white movies. We shared a big bowl with two forks, and I sat between his legs with my head against his chest. He had his left arm around my waist, with his hand up my shirt, rubbing my smooth, flat tummy.
"Baby," I whispered.
"Yes my love?" he said, nibbling on my ear.
"Nothing," I said, "I just wanted to be sure of you."
Guillo continued nibbling on my ear. Damn, he knew my body. He knew that was the one spot that always got me hard, and made me want him up my ass. We finished eating as the movie ended, and he was biting softly on my earlobe.
"Mmmmm," he said, pulling off my ear, "Time to reconquer my baby." He laughed, put the empty bowl aside, and picked me up in his arms.
He carried me to the bedroom, and set me gently on top of the covers. We spent almost three hours exploring each other's bodies, cumming about three times each. As I fell asleep on top of his chest, I knew that this was my man for life. No one knew my body like he did. No one could make me feel as good or bad as he could. No matter what he had done or hidden, he loved me like no other. I couldn't go back to that tiny house and leave all of this. I understood it.
This is kind of the end of the story, unless anyone has any suggestions :) haha. I am working on other new stories.