Jose Spreads His Wings
By Ben
Chapter VIII
After a dinner, that Jose could scarcely believe, (so many courses, so much silverware and crystal, waited on by servants, having Carla help him to not embarrass himself) Enrique rolled his mother off to bed, after her gracious good night wishes. Carla volunteered to show Jose around the house and grounds.
"Jose is a wonderful young man." Enrique's mother said as her son maneuvered her wheel chair into the elevator for he trip upstairs. "You seem very happy. Do you love him?"
Enrique was mildly surprised by her question, but Mama had always been intuitive. "I think I could be, but he is so shy and inexperienced. I don't want to move things too quickly."
"That is probably for the best, mi nino." She agreed. " I just want you to find happiness before..." she trailed off.
Enrique took her hand and pressed it to her lips. "No Mama, do not speak of this." He said, sorrowfully.
"Whether or not it speak of it, it is inevitable, Enrique. I know this and I am at peace. I do not worry about Carla. She has the strength of a gladiator. Your Papa will need her very much. You, my son, will be fine as long as you have somebody by your side. You have so much love to give. Perhaps Jose is the one for you. I like him very much."
Enrique bent to kiss the top of her head, tenderly. "So do I, Mama." He said as he rolled her out of the elevator. Her doctor and her nurse were waiting for them and took charge of her. Enrique hugged her and bid her good night. He told her of his plans to take Jose to visit his own family in the morning. They would return the following night.
"This is magnificent, Carla. I cannot imagine living in a place like this." Jose told her. Awed by all he saw.
Carla could not help but think that it was entirely possible that he could be living there in the not- too-distant future. She saw the way that her older brother looked at Jose. "Thank you, Jose. Let me show you where Enrique's house will be built."
She led him past a huge double pool separated by a lighted waterfall. They strolled through a small orange grove and stopped before a large open area. "Papa has begun to have the land cleared. As soon as Enrique has finished at university, he will have his own house to live in right here."
Jose was impressed. He indicated another area that appeared to be under construction. "And what will that be?" He asked.
Carla's face clouded visibly and an expression of intense sadness showed briefly, then she recovered. "That will be the mausoleum." She stated simply.
"Oh, Carla, I am so sorry. I did not mean to..." Jose began.
She put her arms around him and drew him in to a strong hug. "Shhh. It is alright, Jose. You had no way of knowing. Actually, I am reconciled to it. I need to help Papa through it though." She looked up at Jose with just a trace of moisture in her dark eyes. "Enrique will need someone to help him too."
It was a simple statement, but very profound. Her meaning was not lost on Jose. She meant that it was he who should be there for her brother. He was so confused about his feelings for Enrique. He had grown very close to him and their friendship was very strong, but he felt more. He was shamed by his sexual attraction to Enrique and he blushed deeply as he looked into Carla's eyes. She seemed to be silently pleading in her brother's behalf.
"I promise I will be there to help him, when the time comes, Carla."
"Gracias, mi hermano." She hugged him tightly again.
They walked back to the house hand-in-hand. Jose found that he was charmed by this wonderful young woman and felt that they would become close in the future. She was beautiful, to be sure. She strongly resembled her brother, but her femininity held no attraction for him at all. What was the matter with him?
Later, in his room, Jose carefully removed the fine clothes and donned a pair of cotton shorts and a T-shirt. He made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He noticed that the light in the adjoining room was on so he went to see if Enrique was still awake.
As he entered the room, he saw his friend standing near the mirrored wall. He had his back to him and was slowly removing his tuxedo. Jose stepped back into the shadow and watched intently.
Enrique unbuttoned his pleated shirt and laid it on the chair by the bed. Seeing the muscular chest and defined abs always took Jose's breath away. As Enrique looked in the mirror, he did some admiring of his own. He alternately flexed his pecs in a movement that was almost comical, then flexed his biceps one at a time.
Stepping out of his trousers, he turned his body to look at his ass. Jose almost drooled and could feel himself begin to harden. His heart began to beat faster as he continued to watch. Enrique lay the trousers on top of the shirt and reached to the waistband of his briefs.
Slowly and seductively, he drew them down revealing first his black pubic patch, then his semi- erect cock. Pushing the briefs past his hips and off his ass, they fell to his ankles. Enrique was revealed in all his glory. Jose thought him the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
His own cock was now bunched up in his shorts and Jose reached inside to adjust it to a more comfortable position. He wrapped his hand around it and felt its firmness. As he continued to look at his friend, he saw him reach down and begin to masturbate. Enrique was slowly jacking his thick cock and using his other had to caress his own body.
Jose could no longer stand it. He pulled out his cock and jacked while he watched Enrique do the same. He matched him stroke for stroke and wished with all his heart that it was he who was touching the shorter, hot Latino in front of the mirrored wall. He usually closed his eyes went he jacked, but he now kept his eyes riveted to the firm, tan body of his roommate.
Enrique was lost in the moment, oblivious to Jose's presence. As thoughts of Jose went through his mind, he quickly brought himself to orgasm. He moaned loudly as he ejaculated, catching his spooge with the discarded underwear. He uttered a single discernable word. "Jose..."
Jose's head snapped up and looked at Enrique's face in the mirror, sure that he had been discovered. As he reached his own orgasm, he realized that Enrique had not called to him because he had seen him there. His name had been said in the throes of passion. This both delighted him and scared him at the same time.
He clamped the flow of semen with his hand and quickly retreated back into the bathroom, releasing it into the toilet. He took a few minutes to calm his breathing and heart beat. He flushed the toilet and returned to the doorway from which he had watched Enrique. He saw now that his friend was now in bed. He stepped into the room. "Enrique? Are you awake?" He asked.
Enrique opened his big, beautiful eyes and turned them toward Jose. "Si. Si. Please come in." he offered.
"I just came in to tell you good-night and to thank you for inviting me to your home. You family is magnificent. They have made me feel very welcome."
" They like you, too, Jose. They told me so. Mama especially."
"Bueno. Good night then, mi amigo. I will see you in the morning." Jose turned to leave for his own room.
"Jose!" Enrique called.
Jose turned back around and faced the bed. "Si?"
"Do you not want to sleep in here with me, the way we do at school?"
Jose's expression was doubtful. "I don't know if that is a good idea. There we are alone. Here there is your family, the servants. What if somebody saw us in the same bed?"
"Noone would think anything of it, I promise. But, if it would make you feel better, we can lock the doors." Enrique said.
Jose thought for a moment, then agreed. "Si." He nodded. "I have grown used to sleeping with you. An pleas, may we lock the doors?"
Enrique threw back the covers and hopped out of the bed. Jose saw that he was still naked as he crossed to the door to the hallway and locked it. "Lock the one to the bathroom as well, Jose." He said, as he crawled back in the immense bed and drew the covers over himself.
Jose did as he asked and walked to the far side of the bed. On a whim, he removed his T-shirt and shorts. Fully naked he joined his friend. He found the sheets to be quite cool and was shivering slightly. Enrique felt it and invited him to snuggle up to him until he got warm.
With only slight hesitation, Jose slid over into the warm spot where Enrique lay. His long body touched the warm body of his roommate. Enrique pulled Jose's arm around him and pressed his back and ass against the front of Jose. Despite the fact that he had just masturbated and cum, his cock began to respond...
It's been a little while. You guys don't write to me anymore. I hope it's not because you don't like the story. I promise things will start picking up soon. In the mean time, if you haven't done so already, please take a look at my other stories, which I have posted on Nifty. Just click the "Authors" link then scroll down until you see a listing for "Lyle Benton".