If you are too young to read this (under 18) or you live in a place that sucks so bad that it bans imagination, then don't read this man! Those Utah cops can be harsh. This story contains Gay sex, the kind you find in any loving 2 male household! It is not real, and none of the characters are under 18, but if the thought of two hot guys getting it on offends you, or you don't like Mexicans (me and the characters) then go elsewhere, like maybe hell. Just kidding. Enjoy the show responsibly
If it turns you on or off and you want to talk about it, send me an email: anielmty@hotmail.com I also wrote the what jamie bought series under adult youth and the aniel and guillo series under authoritarian (Julien and aniel may meet in a future chapter), and the Zander gets fucked under the beginnings section.
#ag# Julien's Papi #ag#
by aniel guevara (sounds like gay bar uh, like che guevara)
Julien woke up to the sound of glass breaking; he sat up and poked at his boyfriend. Jose rolled over, ignoring the poke, and slid his arms around Julien, pulling Julien's small body into his side.
"Papi," Julien insisted, "Someone is in our house, go see!"
Jose sat up with a start, kissed Julien on the forehead, and bounded naked out of the room stopping only to grab the baseball bat he kept next to the bed. A few minutes later, Jose returned with a laugh, tossed aside the bat, and curled up around Julien's body with no explanation.
"WHAT??" Julien yelled, shaking Jose awake again.
"Nothing baby, there is no one there. You had that dream again," Jose mumbled, not opening his eyes. He knew Julien wouldn't be satisfied with that answer, but after a long day at work, he didn't have the energy to stop and allay Julien's fears. Julien slid down between Jose's arms and tried his best to sleep. They had had a break-in last week, and even though Jose had beaten the shit out of an unsuspecting robber, he still felt uneasy and had trouble sleeping. He had spent the last week sitting up in bed while Jose slept, only to go to school the next morning like a zombie, sleeping in study hall and chapel.
Sleep finally came for Julien, but he woke up a few hours later to the sounds of Jose in the shower. It was Friday, and it was a half day at school, so he could nap when he came home. Jose popped out of the shower; his 6 foot tall dark muscled body glistened as the morning sun streamed through the window and reflected off of the water drops collecting on his arms, chest, legs, and even cock. He shook his black hair, smiled at Julien, and then frowned seeing that his baby had not slept.
"Poor thing, do you want to stay home today? We can go talk to your doctor this afternoon and get a prescription for sleeping pills until you get over this." Jose offered, drying off his 7 inch soft cock. Julien nodded and laid his head against the pillow, watching Jose move around the room collecting the clothes he would wear for the day. Julien smiled as his firm bubble butt disappeared into a black pair of form fitting briefs. Jose turned so that Julien could watch as he rolled up his cock to fit it snugly into the underwear. They had been together for two months, but Julien still was excited by the sight of his naked boyfriend.
Jose dressed in green and yellow soccer shorts and jersey. As an assistant coach on one of Mexico City's biggest soccer clubs, he always wore this to work unless he had meetings, and then it was a suit. Jose moved to the phone and called Julien's school and then his doctor.
"I will be back at 12 to take you to the doctor, there are fresh tortillas and cheese in the fridge to make breakfast," Jose said. Then they both said in unison "Don't answer the door or phone unless it is me from my cell, and DON'T use the computer." Jose laughed, and kissed Julien on the lips as he put on his shoes and then headed out the door.
Julien tried, unsuccessfully in an empty bed, to nap, but eventually got up to make breakfast. He ate a quesadilla and then took a shower. In the corner of the bathroom were Jose's clothes from the day before. Julien sighed and went to pick them up. Bringing them to his chest, the smell of his man filled his senses sending shivers down his body and all the way out to his cock. Jose's clothes smelled like sweat, expensive cologne, and pure masculinity. Julien sniffed them a few times and then sat up on the counter looking down at his hard cock.
He threw the clothes back to the corner and then looked over the blue jock strap Jose had worn the day before. There was a tiny spot in front from where he and Jose had made out the night before on the patio. Jose always had lots of pre-cum. This must have been pre-pre-cum. Tossing the jock into the laundry bin, Julien moved to the bedroom, and sprayed a little of Jose's cologne across his chest. He eyed the phone, wanting to bother his man at work.
"Nena (female form of the word baby, Jose liked to treat him like a girl when he was at work)!" Jose said excitedly, "What is my baby doing?"
"I'm horny," Julien said, rubbing his six incher against the bed sheets.
"I can't come home right now; I am in my office though. What are you wearing?" Jose said excitedly.
"A hard cock and a smile," Julien smiled, rolling over onto his back and working his hand up and down his shaft. Jose's voice always turned him on.
"I want you to stick your finger in your pussy and tell me how it feels," Jose commanded in a harsh whisper.
Julien did as told and responded with an "mmmmm." Jose told him to work it up inside him, feeling the innermost parts of his ass. Julien worked it in, and rubbed his hard cock, balancing the phone on his shoulder.
"Oh yeah, that's a good little whore," Jose said, as Julien worked a second finger inside him, leaning back against the pillow and pulling gently on his balls to increase the sensation. Jose liked to get dirty with him, but Julien knew it was all in love. Julien continued stroking his cock as Jose told him how badly he wanted to fuck him.
"Yeah, fuck that pussy with your fingers, pretend it is my cock. I love being inside you. You want Papi's cock?" Jose continued, bringing Julien closer to spilling. Julien mmmed and oh yeahed as Jose went on describing how good his pussy felt and how much he loved being inside him.
"Cum for Papi, yeah fuck that pussy hard babyslut," Jose said as his breathing got heavier. Julien knew that he was jerking his cock under his desk with the door locked. Julien got excited thinking about the time Jose fucked him on top of his desk. Jose was wearing a business suit with his cock pulled out of the zipper, sliding in and out of Julien's ass as he lay naked across the desk.
"I'm going to cum papi," Julien yelled as thick white cum shot across his chest and onto the wall behind him. "Oh fuck yeah," Jose yelled, as he and Julien came in unison.
"Did you cum a lot?" Jose inquired as their breathing slowed, coming down from the morning's play. Julien described how hard he came, and Jose laughed saying that the wall had more cum on it than a porn theatre floor. Julien protested, saying that he always cleaned it. Jose told him that he would be home in two hours to take him to the doctor.
"Please be ready baby, I have to leave work early, but we should make it on time," Jose said, then told Julien how much he loved him before hanging up to get back to work. Julien cleaned up, and then dressed in blue bikini briefs, jeans, and a red shirt that said "I love Saint Louis." Jose had bought it for him when he went there to play an exhibition game the week they met. Julien sat in the living room, flipping TV channels as he waited for Jose to return. The phone rang several times, but he knew better than to answer it. Julien always did as told.
Jose returned an hour later, grabbed Julien, locked the door, and rushed him down to the car. They sped down to Julien's doctor by the mall in Satelite. Jose went into the room with him, and, as usual, he did all the talking. Julien's doctor, Dr. Ramirez, was a cute young guy who had just finished med school and seemed a little gay. He always insisted on feeling every inch of Julien's body, making him cough and turn. He slid his hand up Julien's shirt, pinching a nipple as he felt his heartbeat.
He peered into Julien's throat, ears, and nose, making notes in his chart. This time, he started asking questions about Julien's sex life. He wanted to know how many girls Julien had been with, and other personal things. Julien got nervous, and waited for Jose to answer. Jose told him that Julien was only 18, and didn't have time for that with school. He was getting a little jealous at the doctor's touching his baby's body and asking sex questions.
After 45 minutes of this, Jose got a little impatient and asked the doctor to write out the prescription he wanted. Dr. Ramirez wrote out several prescriptions for calming Julien and putting him to sleep. He said that he wanted to see Julien in a week to check on the medication level. Jose thanked him, picked Julien off the table, and pulled him out to the car. They went to the pharmacy around the corner and filled the prescriptions, then decided to go for lunch.
Jose ordered a beer for himself and a sprite for Julien as they sat at the sidewalk cafe. Jose lit up a cigarette, and blew it away from Julien, asthmatic, as he rifled through the bag and pulled out the pills that would calm Julien.
"My baby the drug addict," he joked, placing two round pills on the plate in front of Julien. Washing them down with sprite, Julien smiled as Jose took his hand under the table. They talked about their plans for the weekend as they waited for the food to come. Jose stared at his baby as he ate; his soft green eyes sparkled against his pale white skin. He thought back to the day they had met in Julien's father's office. Julien's family was from Quebec (Jonquiere), but his father's company had sent him to open an office in Mexico City. Julien had learned a lot of Spanish in the two years he had been there, but he still had an adorable French accent. Julien had just turned 18 when they met, and was answering phones during the summer before his Senior year in High School. Jose had spent the thirty minutes waiting for his appointment staring at the boy as he typed away at a computer and laughed with someone on the phone. Jose had wished he had been the person at the other end of the line.
Finally, Julien sent him in to his appointment, and Jose couldn't concentrate, thinking of the small, soft, beautiful light boy. On his way out, Jose stopped and asked for his phone number. Julien, who was obviously gay, had blushed, but gave him the number. They went on two dates before Jose moved Julien into his house, not wanting to spend a moment away from him. They hadn't been apart since.
"What? Stop staring at me," Julien blushed and smiled, setting down a french fry, and staring back at Jose with wide eyes to mock him.
"Sorry, you're so beautiful," Jose said, putting his hand along Julien's jaw and rubbing his soft freckled cheek.
Jose's cell phone rang, and he answered it saying hello to Julien's father. He told him in English (their common language) about taking Julien to the doctor, but didn't tell him about Julien not sleeping. He knew he would have to explain the break-in, and Julien's father was always worried about his son's safety in the biggest city in the Western Hemisphere. Finally, he passed the phone to Julien.
"Ahlo Papa, Comment allez vous?" Julien rambled to his father. Jose felt left out when he went off in French, but it also turned him on a little. Julien talked to his father for almost half an hour as Jose finished his food and started picking at Julien's leftovers. Julien told his father that he just had a cold, and had gotten some antibiotics. His father reminded him that the family was having a surprise party for Adrien's (Julien's brother) 16th birthday this weekend, and Jose and he were to come over. Julien asked Jose about it, and they agreed to meet them the next afternoon.
"Let's go see a movie," Jose said as Julien hung up the phone. Jose paid the bill and they walked across to the theatres near the mall. Julien loved action films, and there was a new American movie playing. Jose bought two tickets and they found a seat near the back of the theatre. Julien snuggled into him as the lights went down, and Jose put his arm around him, rubbing his back.
Julien slid his hand down between Jose's legs, loving the feel of the shiny soccer shorts. Julien's hand rubbed up and down Jose's bulge before lowering his head down to kiss it softly. It began springing to life, and soon there was a giant tent in Jose's shorts. Jose rubbed his hands over Julien's head, pushing his face down into the fabric.
Jose pushed his shorts and briefs down, as his huge cock sprang free bouncing against his tummy. Julien took the cock into his hand and squeezed it tight. A large drop of pre-cum rolled out of the head and down the shaft. Julien licked it, tasting his man's juices. Julien then dove onto Jose's cock, feeling it hit his throat. He sucked up and down it, swirling his tongue around the head. Jose mmmmm'ed and pushed Julien's head down further onto his cock. Jose lifted Julien off for a moment to raise the arm of the theatre seat, and soon Julien was back in his lap, sucking his hard tool down his throat.
Jose's fingers wandered down Julien's back, inside his jeans, and into his briefs, finding his baby's hole. He worked a finger inside his well cleaned ass, finding the boy's prostrate, eliciting a yelp from Julien. Jose was in heaven, with one hand on his baby's head, and another in his baby's hole, he was enjoying the blowjob of his life. Julien loved having sex in public, but Jose, always the closet-case, would only let him do things when there was no one else around. Julien bobbed up and down on his man's cock as his pussy was being invaded by two fingers now. Julien's own cock was straining against his briefs and jeans, begging for attention. But, Julien wanted to please his man, he would come second. Jose took his fingers out of the boy's ass and put them into his mouth for more lube.
Julien sucked on Jose's fingers while pumping the man's cock with his hand. When the fingers were sufficiently wet, they found their way back to Julien's ass as he returned his attention to Jose's cock. Soon, the two fingers shoved their way deep inside Julien's hole as Jose's body tensed up and started shooting cum down Julien's throat. Julien sucked the man dry, loving the taste of his papi's cum. Jose stopped finger fucking him as his orgasm subsided, and then he laid back against the seat pushing Julien's eager mouth off of his cock.
Julien laid back in his own seat, still feeling the two fingers in his ass. Julien freed his cock from the jeans and jacked off as fast as his hand would go as Jose resumed finger fucking him. Julien began lifting himself in his seat, feeling Jose's thick fingers work their way in and out of his hole. He wanted Jose's cock up his ass so badly, but he knew Jose would never go for that in the theatre. He would have to wait until they got home. Soon Julien began shooting all over the back of the seat in front of him. Luckily, there was no one sitting there or they would have had a cum bath as Julien always shot at least a shot glass full of cum (They had measured a few times when they had gotten really drunk at home one night). Finishing up, Julien collapsed into the seat, sending Jose's fingers all the way inside him. He leaned over and exchanged tongues with Jose in a passionate kiss.
Finally, Jose pulled his fingers out of the boy's ass and pulled him into his side. Julien zipped up, but Jose's soft cock laid across his lap pointing at the object of its affection. Julien petted it softly, but Jose took his hand off, wanting rest. Finally the movie ended, and the couple headed back to the parking garage to retrieve their car and head home.
Arriving at Jose's hillside townhouse, the two made their way inside and shared a simple dinner of grilled fish with fresh spinach salad. The two shared a big plate and ate on the couch with Julien's small body snuggled into Jose's lap. They watched a little TV, and Jose fed Julien a sleeping pill, hoping his baby would be able to sleep through the night. The two started to play around in the bathtub before bed, but Julien fell asleep as Jose was lifting him up and down on his cock. Jose finished up, shooting into the sleeping boy's ass, then cleaned him up, and dressed him for bed.
The next morning Jose woke up to a fully dressed Julien hovering over him. Julien traced a finger down Jose's strong lightly hairy chest. Jose smiled, seeing his baby back to full energy level and pulled him into his side. Julien leaned in and kissed him softly saying "Good morning Papi." Jose yawned and stretched out his arms, looking over at the clock. It was 10:30. Julien bounded off to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. He laid out a spread of Tortillas, eggs, beans, and yogurt. They ate together as the morning sun streamed through the windows of the upstairs breakfast area.
At noon, the two drove over to Julien's family's house in an older neighborhood walled in from the noisy city. The security guard, recognizing Julien, waved them through with a smile. The Moisant family home was on almost an acre of land, covered with trees, resting on top of a small hill. Jose pulled up the windy driveway, parking next to Julien's father's car next to a rambling garage. Julien wondered why the family cars were not inside, his father must have filled it with junk.
Julien's brother, Adrien, was out front, kicking a soccer ball around with his friend Carlos. Adrien was two years younger than Julien, but almost a foot taller. They had different mothers. Julien's mother, Juliette, was a Montreal dancer who had died shortly after child birth. He was raised by his father and stepmother who soon gave birth to Adrien. Adrien was tall and strong like his father, while Julien had inherited the petite features of his mother. Jean Moisant, the father, loved both of his boys, but raised them differently. Adrien was always given more freedom and Julien was babied. Adrien, who was a big fan of Jose, ran over to greet his brother as Jose opened the car door for Julien. Adrien hugged him, lifting him off the ground, and kissed him softly on the cheek.
The two boys went inside with Jose following. Their parents were sitting in the living room, pretending that it was a normal day, waiting for Adrien to leave. Adrien left shortly with his friends to go see a movie. The moment his friend's car pulled out of the driveway, the four left began to ready the house. Soon there was a large cake in the kitchen, and a table full of food that the mother had prepared. About 3, guests started to arrive. They hid their cars on the sides of the house, and there were about 30 people there. Some were his school friends, others were neighbors and business associated of Julien's father.
Adrien came home to an empty house, moved to turn on a light, and everyone popped out yelling "Surprise," as the boy jumped. He smiled, and wandered over to the big table full of presents. After lunch, Adrien opened them all, and received all kinds of clothes, CD's, cards, and prizes. Julien had brought Adrien an autographed soccer ball from all of the players on Jose's team, and a jersey to match. Adrien kissed Julien and Jose on the cheek, thanking them and holding the jersey to his chest.
Julien's father had one more surprise for both of his boys, and waved them towards the back of the house. They followed him to the door of the garage, and waited as he tried to build suspense. Jose stood behind his boy, holding his arms around Julien's chest. Jean, Julien's father, led the two out to the garage, and flipped on the lights to reveal two brand new cars. There was a large SUV for Adrien and a VW convertible for Julien. The two screamed, running to their respective cars, and thanking their father for the gifts. Julien, who had never driven a car, slid behind the wheel of his present, smiling as he ran his hands around the steering wheel and over the shiny gadgets. He patted the passenger seat for Jose to get in, but Jose shook his head no.
"No, baby, you don't drive," he said.
"I can learn!" Julien protested.
"No, I don't want you driving; this is too dangerous a city for that, no."
"Daddy," Julien yelled, looking at his father who was showing Adrien how to work all the gadgets that came with his car.
"Yes baby?" He called, not looking at Julien's tear streaked face.
Jose moved over to Julien and reached down, pulling Julien out of the car and into his arms. Julien pushed against his chest, and stood on his own two feet, crossing his arms and running over to his father.
"He won't let me have it," Julien whined.
"Aww," his father said, looking over at Jose, "I got it so you two could have a fun car for vacations, I don't want Julien driving either, but he has to learn sometime."
Jose nodded, "Yes, but I drive, he doesn't need to."
Julien felt betrayed by both of the men who were discussing his future with no regard for what he wanted or the fact that he was old enough to decide. Adrien called for Julien to come check out his car. Adrien had learned to drive on his fifteenth birthday and had been practicing all year, waiting for his license which he got the day before on his real birthday (the party was a day late for added surprise).
Julien didn't want to check out Adrien's car, he wanted to drive his own. Jose would never go for it, but he decided to try. They argued about it for almost half an hour when Julien stormed out of the house, and waited by Jose's car, wanting to go home. He couldn't believe that his father had sided with Jose. Jose chased after him, catching him at the car and pushing him inside. Julien slumped back into the seat of the Italian sports car, and turned his body facing away from Jose.
"I know you're upset baby, but this is for your protection. This is a dangerous city and if anything happened to you, I would die. I need to be with you to protect you. Remember the break-in? What if it had been in your car while you were driving around without me?" Jose said, waiting for Julien's response. He didn't get it though. Julien cried quietly without a word the whole way home.
They made it home, and Julien walked slowly into the house as Jose locked the door behind them and threw down the keys. Julien sat on the couch, pulling his knees into his chest and resting his head on top of them. Jose sat next to him, with his arm around him, trying to pull Julien into his side.
"Ay baby," Jose said, "You will get over it. You know I am just doing what is best for you." Jose leaned in to kiss Julien, but was met with a shove against his chest.
"Don't touch me, I hate you! You fucking faggot!" Julien yelled. Jose moved off of the couch and stood facing the wall. Julien was instantly horrified at what he had said, and stood up to apologize. He moved towards Jose who would not turn to look at him.
"Go to the bedroom, I don't want to talk to you right now," Jose said in a low, angry voice. He still wasn't turning to look at the boy. Julien reached a hand out to Jose, afraid to touch him.
"I didn't mean that, I'm sorry," Julien whispered, but Jose would not look at him.
"I can't talk to you right now, go to the bedroom," Jose said, but Julien didn't listen. He moved closer and touched Jose's arm. Jose, turned, wresting his arm from Julien's light grip. His arm flew, and his hand smacked across Julien's face. Julien recoiled, sitting on the couch, rubbing the red mark that grew and filled the left side of his cheek.
Jose turned around, horrified at what he had done, and moved over to hold the quivering boy in his arms. Julien wasn't crying, he was too shocked for that. He threw his arms around Jose's shoulders, as his Papi lifted him off of the couch. Jose carried his boy off to their bedroom silently, and laid him across the bed. Julien curled up into a ball, sniffling and crying softly.
"Baby," Jose said, rubbing his boy's back softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that... I..." He didn't know what to say. He was horrified by his action. He knew that Julien's father would demand that he come home if he found out what Jose had done. Jose slipped off the boy's shoes, and then stood up to slide out of his own clothes. He stripped down to his undershirt and white boxer briefs, and then curled his body around Julien's, holding him tightly. The two fell asleep like that. Late Saturday night a ferocious storm had moved across the valley of Mexico. Rain poured down across the windows, and a loud clap of thunder woke Julien He squirmed in Jose's arms, trying to wake him up.
"Baby, someone is in the house!" he whispered, poking hard against Jose's firm muscled abs. Jose released his grip, and sat up listening for an intruder.
"No baby," he said settling back in with a yawn "Is the storm!"
Julien uncurled his body painfully. Every muscle ached from the awkward position. His neck was tense as he sat up looking at Jose's body that surrounded him on all sides. He moved to scratch his face and winced, feeling the painful bruise. Crawling over Jose, he crept to the bathroom and flipped on the light. There was a small purple spot on his cheek, not a big bruise, but it hurt. He pulled an ibuprofen from the cabinet and washed it down with a swig of the bottled water they kept near the sink. Julien washed his face and brushed his teeth as he slid out of the wrinkled clothes he had worn that day.
Naked, he shivered from the cold air that filled the house, wanting to crawl back into Jose's warm embrace. Suddenly, he remembered the car that had been given to him only to be taken away by Jose. He was still pretty angry about that, but decided to not bring it up until this situation had passed.
Julien crawled back into bed, poking Jose who repositioned himself around the small boy. Jose woke up about half an hour later, as Julien stroked his chest.
"You awake nena?" Jose asked timidly.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for what I said," Julien offered.
"Oh no baby, I..." tears began to form at Jose's eyes, "I hut you, I..."
"It's ok," Julien said, kissing Jose softly on the lips, "I shouldn't talk to you like that. I know better..."
"No," yelled Jose, "It wasn't your fault. I lost control. It wasn't your fault. How about tomorrow I teach you to drive your car? I can give you lessons for awhile, so you can learn to work it?"
Julien beamed from ear to ear, "yeah? You mean it? Thank you thank you thank you." Julien kissed little circles around Jose's face, bringing a smile to the guilty man. Jose turned on the light from the side table, and examined Julien's face. He hugged and kissed Julien, apologizing over and over again. They fell asleep for a few hours and then woke up around 6 am with Julien bouncing all over the bed, anticipating his driving lesson.
Seeing that Jose was awake, Julien bounced into the kitchen, and brought back breakfast. He set the tray over Jose's cock, feeding him a fresh strawberry. They finished their breakfast, dressed, and headed out.
Julien's parents were just waking up as Jose pulled into their driveway, and Julien bounded from the car, clutching the keys to his shiny convertible. Julien landed in the front seat, and turned it on. The car purred, as much as VW's can purr. Jose slid in cautiously next to his boy, and began pointing out all of the instruments and settings. Finally, he allowed Julien to shift into reverse and back slowly out of the driveway. He almost clipped the side of the garage, but Jose grabbed the wheel and steered them clear of any obstacles. The car slid out onto the quiet neighborhood street, and came to a stop as Jose showed Julien how to shift into drive. It was an automatic, luckily, so Julien didn't have to learn about clutches and such.
"Ok, let's drive around the block a few times," Jose said, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Julien eased off of the brake and the car began to move forward very slowly. Jose put his arm around Julien, helping him to steer it in a straight line, still not using the gas pedal. The neighborhood was the perfect place to learn driving. Jose lived in a crowded city area, but Julien's parents lived in a quiet neighborhood with wide streets and few cars. The area was on top of a hill, and almost flat, giving every house a wonderful view of the lush green valleys that filled the edges of Estado de Mexico that surrounds Mexico City on three sides (similar to Maryland surrounding D.C. but mountainous). Julien eased down on the gas pedal following Jose's instructions, and the car lurched forward, aiming at the curb. Jose grabbed the wheel and pulled the car back into a straight line.
Julien drove for almost 30 minutes before veering off into a row of trashcans. He hit them going about ten miles an hour, but they flew off the road and bounced against the mailbox. The car was ok, but Julien was shaken. He put the car into park and got out, moving to sit on the hood. He surveyed the damaged trash cans and began to cry. Jose got out and joined him on the hood, pulling the boy into his side.
"I can't do it, I'm no good at this, I almost hit a cat, and I took out an army of trash bins," Julien said, crying into Jose's side.
Jose laughed, "It's normal baby, I hit trash cans too when I learned to drive."
"Really?"
"No, I never hit anything, but I almost did."
"I think I am done for today," Julien said, wiping his eyes and returning to the car, this time sitting in the passenger seat.
Jose drove the car back to the garage, and then took Julien into his arms as the door rolled down behind them. Julien pushed the button and the top of the car came up and over them. The windows were tinted, and the garage was dark except for a window in the corner. Jose stroked Julien's face, calming his shaken child, and then leaned in to kiss him passionately. Their lips locked, tongues intertwining, as heat began to fill the small car. Julien was lifted off of his seat and placed in Jose's lap. Face to face, the two began to kiss harder, as Jose's hands found their way up Julien's shirt, rubbing his back slowly.
Julien's shirt was lifted up and off his body as Jose leaned in and began munching softly on his left nipple. Jose sucked it, bit it, twisted it between his teeth, and played roughly until Julien begged for him to stop. Julien felt a hard cock pushing against the jeans below his ass, and began grinding his ass into Jose's cock.
"Not here baby, your parents will catch us." Jose protested, pushing Julien back against the steering wheel.
"HONK HONK HONK," went the car, and soon Julien's dad was poking his head through the door to see what was going on. The car was still running as Julien pushed the button to roll the window down a bit and stuck his head out.
"Il est moi, papa, Je joue avec ma voiture," Julien said to his father who chuckled at the sight of his bare-chested son and knew what was going on. Jean went back inside; locking the door for privacy, and Julien continued to bounce playfully on Jose's lap. Jose was freaked out about the acceptance Julien's father showed, but he still felt guilty, and was willing to do whatever Julien wanted.
Julien began pawing at the buttons on Jose's shirt, pulling them apart to reveal a soft, brown, lightly hairy chest. He leaned in and took one of Jose's nipples in his mouth, ready for revenge. Jose quickly undid the button on Julien's shorts, and began sliding them down and off of him. This car was not really made for sex, but it did have a roomy front seat. Jose lifted Julien off of him, extending the boys legs to push the shorts and briefs down to his sandals and then lowered him back onto his lap. Julien took Jose's left hand and sucked on his middle finger before moving it behind him to his tight pink hole.
Jose slid a finger into the tight space, working it around in small circles to loosen the boy up. Julien reached back and took off his sandals, sending his shorts and briefs to the floor. Now naked and exposed, he submitted to Jose's finger as Jose steadied him with his other hand. The boy leaned in to kiss his man as a finger found its way up to the boy's prostate. Jose knew he had hit the right spot as Julien bucked and moaned into his ear. Jose was on a mission to please the boy, and knew just what to do.
He lifted Julien off of his lap, and placed him back into the passenger seat. With the boy facing the window, Jose slid his tongue into the boy's hole, something he had only done once when Julien begged. Julien mashed his hands to the window and buried his face in the side panel as Jose worked his tongue up into his baby. He knew he had hit the spot when Julien screamed in pleasure and pushed his ass back against Jose's face.
"Chingame SI PAPIIIIIII," Julien screamed for Jose to fuck him. It normally took almost an hour to ready the tiny boy for Jose's large cock, but Jose rose up on his knees, bending over his treasure to avoid hitting the ceiling of the convertible. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock, and pointed it at the boy's hole. Pulling back, he let a wad of spit roll off his tongue and hit the head of his cock, adding a little extra moisture.
"Bulls eye," Jose joked to himself, and then pressed the head of his cock against Julien's waiting hole. Jose put his arms tightly around Julien's small chest, as Julien reached back and guided the tip into his hole. His ass resisted, but Julien relaxed and finally the head popped inside. A streak of pain shot through Julien's body as he began to regret making the request. He turned his head and his worried eyes met Jose's gentle stare.
"It hurts you baby?" Jose inquired, but Julien didn't have the heart to tell him to stop. He shook his head no and winced as he smiled. Jose held the position, letting the boy adjust to his cock. When he felt the ring relax around his tip, Jose pushed in another inch, feeding a finger into Julien's sucking mouth. Eventually, he got most of it inside, and felt the tip bump against the boy's prostate eliciting a long breath from Julien's lips.
Jose waited until Julien was comfortable. He gauged this by waiting for the boy to begin pulling off the cock slowly and then pushing against it again. Jose kissed the nape of Julien's neck and then began slowly working his cock out of the boy's hole only to push it back in again. Jose picked up the pace as Julien mmmmm'ed and pleaded for Jose to fuck him harder. Jose obeyed and began to pick up the pace, pushing the boy's head against the window. Julien also began to grind against the man's cock, feeling waves of pleasure wash over him every time Jose hit the spot. His own hand reached down and jacked on his own hard six inch cock.
Julien never could last long, and soon christened the car with ribbons of white cum shooting over the new black leather seats. Julien's body bucked and shook as Jose pushed farther into him. The sensations brought Jose closer to orgasm, but he knew how to pace himself and could fuck Julien for hours. This usually resulted in a 1 to 3 ratio of cums per fuck session as Julien was always ready to shoot. Jose continued fucking him expertly, pushing Julien harder against the glass. Jose grabbed his head and turned his face to kiss him as his cock rammed faster in and out of the boy's ass. It was almost twenty minutes when Jose finally tired of this and decided to fill the boy like the golden twinkie he was.
"Ay, vengo vengo vengo!!!! (I'm cumming). Siiiiiiiiiiiii" Jose yelled, pushing the boy back against his cock as he began shooting into the furthest depths of his love's hole. Julien felt himself filling up with Jose's notoriously abundant cum, and bit his lip as his body was being split in two by his man.
Jose finished and collapsed back into the driver's seat, pushing his hair back and pulling Julien into his lap. Jose relaxed his head against the window and stretched his legs across the passenger seat as Julien snuggled into his chest. They rested as Jose's cum leaked out of Julien and into Jose's lap. Finally, both regaining their breath, Jose opened the door and got out, looking around for something to clean up with. He sauntered over to a roll of paper towels on a work bench as Julien curled up in the driver's seat. Jose returned and wiped up the sticky cum from Julien's ass and then moved over to clean the cum out of the passenger seat.
The couple dressed, and headed into the kitchen to share brunch with Julien's parents. Jean, Julien's father smiled knowingly at them as they sat down to pick at a plate of cinnamon rolls, sausages, and fruit. Julien dashed to the fridge and brought Jose a cup of coffee and orange juice for himself. Julien's mom said good morning and then ignored them, going back to her morning paper. Jean and Jose began talking about Jean's company and upcoming collaboration with the soccer team for an advertising deal blah blah blah... Jose's arm laid across the back of Julien's seat as the boy sat with his legs pulled up into the chair, licking icing off his fingers.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and Julien didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.