Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 15:54:44 -0700
From: James Stephens <buck4darkbear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leo and James - Chapter 23

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Part
23: Mysterious Jose
The
entire day after I spent the night at Jose's I thought about him and
planned on returning to the bar to thank him again. I was able to
borrow a few dollars from a guy at the gay homeless shelter with whom
I had struck a friendship. We spent a lot of time together both
having struggled with alcoholism and drug abuse. He had also lost his
partner tragically so we were able to connect regularly for emotional
support. He was much better at getting money off the streets than was
I. Finally when the bar opened I was the first in. Jose, nor any of
the other bouncers were there yet so I decided to leave and come
back. While walking around the streets of the city I realized that I
had to get back into the successful career person I once was to stand
a chance at finding someone.  A few hours later I went back to the
bar where Randy was letting people in. I knew I was fucked.
I
handed Randy my ID and he looked intently at it, then back at me. "Go
on -- but if you fuck around I'm kicking your ass." he said as I
thanked him again for last night. I looked around for Jose and found
him in the back bar, sitting on a stool, looking good as ever,
staring into the growing crowd. I was hoping I would get a warm
response from him seeing me.
"Hi
Jose." was all I could muster.
"Hey
bro', what's up?" I wasn't sure he remember me.
"It's
me James -- from last night."
"Yeh
I know. Hope you got some sleep last night."
"Definitely.
Man, how can I thank you?"
"Don't
worry about it." His quiet misdemeanor puzzled me. Was this his
nature or was he trying to blow me off?
"Maybe
after work I can buy you a drink?" I asked, knowing I'd have to
spend the next few hours without one to pay for it.
"Sure."
said Jose.
I
was cautiously optimistic. Although not convinced he was interested
in me at least there was some hope. "Cool, I'll talk to you later."
"Alright."
he said calmly.
Throughout
the night I observed Jose as he interacted with the customers. He was
no different with them as he was with me -- cold but in control.  I
still could get no indication of his being gay or straight. He worked
at a gay bar but acted in a way that placed him in the totally
straight category. Finally the bar closed and Jose assisted in
getting everyone out. He started to usher me out as well as though I
was a stranger.
"Hey,
how about that drink?" I asked.
Jose
shook his head. "Man I'm tired -- I'll take a rain check." I was
devastated and realized I didn't plan on his refusal.
"Damn.
I hung around here hoping I could at least repay you with a drink."
"Some
other time man -- let's go." Jose led me out the door I left the
bar disappointed and saddened at his coldness. It was raining hard
and I had a 2 mile walk to the homeless shelter. I was fucked.
"Yo
-- James." I heard a shout. It was Jose. He handed me his car
keys. "Pull the car around the corner by the grocery store - I'm
ready to go." This was sudden turn of events. I stood dumbfounded
in the rain. "You gonna get the car or what?" asked Jose,
seemingly getting angry. I didn't question him. I went to the same
place his car was yesterday and pulled it around where I waited a few
minutes before Jose came out. I started to get out so he could get
in.
"Man
you drive." said Jose as he got in the passenger side.
"But
I didn't expect to stay at your place tonight Jose." I was truly
puzzled.
"No
biggie -- just drive."
"To
your place?" I asked while Jose gave me a bewildered look.
"Yeh
man -- my place." he said as he shook his head. I didn't know what
was going on. Jose was a private man and difficult to figure out.
While driving Jose got a call and from his conversation I could tell
it was a girlfriend. She sounded disappointed that he wasn't coming
over to her place that night.
"I
hope I 'm not keeping you from something." I said,
"Nah
-- that bitch gets on my nerve. Always wanting something."
That
opened the door for me to explore his sexuality. "Your girlfriend?"
I asked.
"Yeh,
guess that you could say that." said Jose as he started to roll a
joint. He didn't offer anymore so I explored.
"So
you don't mind working at a gay bar?"
"Nah,
it's a job."
"Many
guys try to hit on you?"
"Nope
-- it's a job man." I found that hard to believe. A hunk like this
would turn any guy's head.
As
we pulled up to his building Jose lit the joint and leaned back,
enjoying the rush that it gave him. He passed it to me and our hands
touched awkwardly causing the joint to fall to the floor. I bent down
to pick it up and found myself between his legs. I noticed he did
not reposition himself so that I could get to it easily. This was
encouraging to me in that he did not seem afraid to get physically
close like many straight guys are. We finished the joint and headed
inside, soaking wet from the still pouring rain. Jose quickly headed
to his room, partially shut the door and came out shortly after with
dry clothes on -- boxers and a T-Shirt that outlined his broad chest
and shoulders. I was still soaking wet so I didn't want to sit down
on the couch that I slept on the previous night.
"Have
a seat." said Jose.
"I'm
wet. I don't want to fuck up your couch." Jose took some discarded
newspapers and set them on the couch so I sat there.
"So
you were going to buy me a drink?' asked Jose as he went into the
kitchen to fix a sandwich. The fact that he didn't offer me any food
didn't bother me -- I was still glad to have a place to stay.
"Yeh
I was."
"With
what? I thought you were homeless." He was beginning his
inquisition.
"
I was able to borrow a few bucks from a friend."
"
So you still got the money?" asked Jose.
"Yeh,
ten bucks."
"Give
it to me." said Jose as he held out his big hand. I was not sure
where this was going. I gave him the crumpled up, wet, ten dollar
bill that Jose put into his pocket. He went to the refrigerator and
brought out two beers. "This is better."
I
was relieved -- sign of sensitivity. While we drank our beers I
listened as Jose told his story -- being jailed, shot in the back,
getting girls pregnant and a host of other problems. I tried getting
a few words in about my life but he wasn't interested. We finished
the beers and Jose got up to head to the bedroom - not saying
anything and again closing the door the best it could. I was hoping
for more conversation but it was obvious Jose loved talking about
himself. Not that his life wasn't interesting but one likes to get a
few words in. The night repeated itself except this time I had to
remove my clothes  to dry out, leaving me with nothing to cover me
with as I slept. Having been slightly high from the weed it din't
bother me to ask Jose for a cover or two while I was naked.
"Jose,
you have any extra sheets or blankets?"
"Damn
man, cover that shit up." he said referring to my exposed genitals.
I walked over  to my clothes and placed my shirt in front of my
nakedness. Jose came out of the bedroom with a sheet. This time he
was shirtless. I noticed his boxers were somewhat extended. He was
getting hard. "Here you go man." he said as he tossed the sheet
in my direction.
"Thanks
Jose. I really appreciate this. Man I wish I could repay you." I
was hoping this would turn into the typical porn movie where he would
say "You can" and seductively remove his shorts. But instead he
walked away mumbling "Not a problem."
I
heard the phone ring again and listened to his conversation with his
girlfriend. Obviously they weren't getting along but, since most of
the conversation was in Spanish I couldn't tell what was going on.
After finishing with his girl Jose came out and got another beer. "You
want another?" he asked, still frustration in his voice.
"Sure."
I was laying naked under the sheet, welcoming the chance to sit next
to him. "But I'm out of cash."
Jose
came out handed me the beer and rolled a huge blunt. I heard him
mutter "Fucking bitch." while doing so.
"Girl
problems?" I asked innocently.
"Man
she just won't let up. I told her awhile back I needed space but she
keeps bugging me man."
"I
do know the feeling -- I was once straight."
Jose
looked at me cynically. "Man you were never straight."
"Guess
you're right."
"Know
I'm right." He was still obviously angry.
We
puffed on the blunt and drank two more beers each and finally got
into a conversation about sex.
"So
you don't mind a gay guy staying in your place?"
"Nah
man, you're cool I know you won't try nothing."
"It's
taking a lot of self-control though Jose." I revealed.
"What
you mean? You thinking about molesting me? Better not motherfucking
fag."
His
reaction did not surprise me -- that of a straight man who is
curious about the same sex. But is still in the self-hating mode. I
didn't want to press it so I remained quiet.
Suddenly
Jose started laughing. "Man you should see the look on your face
when I called you a fag."
I
was speechless for a few minutes while Jose continued to laugh. He
had beautiful white teeth. "It doesn't bother me -- being called a
fag."
"Well
it should man. Don't let no motherfucker call you out of your name.
Your name is James -- James the man!" He was obviously fucked up
but in a cute way.
"Alright,
I'm no fag." I said, and started laughing senselessly with Jose.
"Man
I ain't laughed like this in a long time. I needed that." said Jose
leaning back, now playing with his dick. We sat in an awkward silence
while Jose continued continued playing with himself. His dick was
growing. I did not make a move -- I was frozen with fear of doing
the wrong thing. Jose looked in my direction -- his eyes were beet
red. I thought he motioned with his head for me to go down on him but
wasn't sure. I was petrified -- I hadn't had sex in over a year and
was still conflicted. But I didn't want Jose to feel rejected. His
dick was obviously at full mast and Jose leaned back, eyes closed.
The words "raging hard-on" aptly described his condition. I
couldn't ignore it much longer. I reached over and touched it to see
if that would cause a reaction from Jose. Nothing. I began stroking
it and still no reaction other than a good amount of pre-cum that
began to ooze out. The feel of a hard penis was no stranger to me but
if felt like the first time. I leaned over and licked it off the tip
of his dick head which barely peeked out of his large foreskin. Still
no reaction. Was
he asleep?I thought to myself. I then made the big move -- leaning over to
take him into my mouth. I pulled his long foreskin as far as it could
go over his large head and gently licked the remaining precum, slowly
working myself down to the point where I would have to deep throat --
which I did, remembering to take a deep breath. This caused a
reaction from Jose -- putting his thick hands on my head to go
further down, which I did until he was all the way in.
He
started groaning. "Goddamn papi that's some good head." He began
thrusting himself into me, causing me to want to gag. I tried pulling
off but his hands had a firm grip in my head and I felt him coming. I
was able to relax and take his seed into my stomach, a good long
orgasm. When I pulled off he didn't take long before getting up,
going to his bedroom and shutting the door. His large dick still
hanging out of his boxers.
When
I awoke the next morning I wondered what Jose's mood would be like
the next day. A couple hours later he came out of the bedroom, took a
piss, and silently drank orange juice out of the container
"Good
morning Jose."
"Good
morning." he mumbled.
"Have
to work today?"
"Nah,
but my girl's coming over so you got to go." He showed no
indication of what went on last night but I accepted it -- learning
not to push things. I started gathering myself so I could leave,
hoping I could stay awhile but he said nothing. I left still
wondering, also realizing I had no way of contacting Jose other than
visiting him at the bar.