Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2004 02:50:39 -0600 (CST)
From: Aniel <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: What Jamie Bought part 2

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 are purely coincidental. If you
are not allowed to read this kind of material for any valid reasons
(i.e. you voted for Bush), please do not continue further. Always practice
sex safety. Feel free to read stories at Tupperware parties and bar
mitzvahs. Any comments, questions, or money may be sent to my email. Thanks
to you.

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Cuidado: Este cuento contiene actos sexuales entre hombres. Si no te gustan
los putos, no vas a disfrutar lo que me paso. Ojala que es legal leerlo en
tu lugar, pero si eres un menor, debes hacer cosas mejores con tu vida!
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**************** What Jamie Bought Chapter 2 **********************

I sat on the bed, reading the letter over again. Jamie ran his hand up and
down my leg while staring nervously at me. Why the fuck was he doing this?
What kind of freak would buy someone? What was I supposed to do with him? I
couldn't bear to look at his eyes; I focused on his shoes and then moved my
eyes up to his legs. He must have been rich, he had nice black leather
shoes and business pants. His legs were strong and the outline of his
muscular thighs showed through his pants. Just between his legs was one of
the biggest bulges I had ever seen. I don't even think he was hard, but his
cock was outlined down the side of his leg. I set the letter down on the
bed between us, and he lifted my chin with one finger so that our eyes
met. He began petting my hair with one hand and my leg with the other. His
eyes were slate blue, cold but concerned. What if he didn't like me? What
if I didn't like him? I wanted to leave. I wanted to cry and run home, but
I knew Tristan would be angry with me. I can't screw this up for him, for
"us." Jamie started talking again. Why did he expect me to understand his
English? Why did he keep trying?

Jamie got off the bed and walked over to a table. He picked up a small
photo album, and opened the mini-fridge thingy. I watched him nervously as
he pulled out two bottles, and began walking back towards the bed. As he
sat down, I drew my legs up and scooted back into the pillow. Jamie set
down the photo album, the bottles (a beer and apple juice), and picked me
up by the waist. He settled into the bed, smiled at me, and set me down
between his legs while pulling my back against his chest. He then picked up
the photo album and set it in my lap. As he reached for his beer, I began
to open the picture book. There was a giant house, the most beautiful I had
ever seen. It must have been a small castle, nestled in a forest. It was
large and white, covered in hill country rock. It had a large deck running
the entire front of the house. It was on top of a hill, and had a long,
windy driveway. Page after page there were pictures of the house, inside,
outside, the views of the city from the deck out back. On each picture
there was a small post-it note written in English and then in Spanish in a
separate handwriting. Some of the pictures were of people, Jamie's family
and friends, a large white dog, and several cars. This guy had everything,
money, friends, a beautiful body, and now me. I was so fascinated by how
this guy lived, but when I closed the book, I realized that I would be
leaving everything behind in Mexico. I started to cry, and then I tried to
get up. Jamie pulled me in close and kept whispering English things in a
calm voice.

"I NO ENGLISH," I yelled, and slipped out of his arms. I ran into the
bathroom and locked the door. Jamie pounded on the door and yelled my name
over and over again. After a minute, he stopped and I heard him call
someone on the phone. A few minutes later, I heard the door to the hotel
room open and Jamie and Jose talking quietly.

"Aniel," Jose was talking at the bathroom door. "Please come out, we will
talk about this and work things out. Jamie doesn't want to hurt you. You
will love him when you get to know him, I promise you."

Finally, here was someone who could explain things. I opened the door
slowly and stared out at the two worried faces. Jamie came over instantly
and grabbed a tissue to wipe my face. As he petted my hair and did his best
to calm me down, he started telling Jose things for me.

"I want to go home," I told Jose.

"What if we bring Tristan to you, he can come to see you anytime you
want. Think about the life he can have. A good job, a nicer place to live,
wouldn't your mother have wanted that for both of you? Jamie is a very rich
man. Do what he says, and in a few years, you will be able to go anywhere
and do anything you want in the world." Jose reasoned with me.

"Can I see Tristan one last time before I go? I promise I will go with
Jamie and do whatever he wants."

Jose talked this over with Jamie, and he nodded in agreement.

"We will call him and have dinner tonight. Tomorrow, we go back to San
Antonio. You will never want to leave."

I smiled up at Jamie and leaned up to give him a small kiss. His lips felt
so soft on mine, and I knew that this was what I had to do. It would be the
best for both of us, and Jamie seemed like a nice man. He hadn't forced
anything. I can do this.

"I go bathroom," I said, and shut the door. Turning on the light, I saw how
nice the bathroom was. In the corner was a huge tub, big enough for three
or four people. Everything was done in white marble. This was bigger than
our bedroom at home. I washed my face, put gel in my hair, and made little
spikes in the front with my fingers. Jamie opened the door and smiled in at
me with expectant eyes. I smiled back at him, for the second time today and
nodded my head yes. He took my hand and led me out the door.

After a short taxi drive, we arrived at my favorite restaurant, las
monjitas (the nuns). It is in an old church, and the waitresses wear nun
outfits. In the basement is a club called Invierno (hell), and upstairs is
a gay bar called Angelitos (angels). We got a table and I sat nervously,
watching the door. Jamie held my hand under the table and ordered me a coke
and two margaritas for himself and Jose. When Tristan walked in, I jumped
up. He didn't look too happy to see me, but I didn't care. He walked over
to the table, smiled at the two guys, and pulled me up by my arm. He
dragged me over to a corner of the restaurant and glared at me.

"What is wrong with you? Why do you want to ruin this for us? These guys
had five different boys to choose from and they chose you. Do you want to
go on being poor? What happens if I lose my job and we both are out on the
street? You will do WHATEVER he tells you to and you will NOT cause
problems or I will fucking kill you. Do you understand? I have been working
on this deal for three years! Why do you think I let you stay so thin and
small? Why do I make you work out every day with me? Baby, you know I love
you, but this is our life. We are not upper class, this is our only
chance. I'm so sorry, but you have to get this right."

I was stunned. Tristan had always been sweet and gentle with me. He kept
shaking me and looked as though he had snapped. I nodded my head and looked
at him with worried eyes.

"I'll do this, for us. I'll make you proud of me. I promise."

Tristan led me back to the table and pushed me down into Jamie's lap. Our
food had gotten there already, and I saw that Jamie had ordered me the
kid's plate. I sat there and stared at Tristan as I began to get a clear
picture of what all of this meant.

As I snapped back into reality, Jamie, Jose, and Tristan were talking
happily in English about things. I began to eat a french fry and looked
around for ketchup. Jamie couldn't keep his eyes off of me. Every time I
would look up, he would smile at me and nod. I did my best to give a polite
grin and focused on my food. After a few fries and three bites of my
grilled cheese, I was done. I can never eat when I'm nervous.

Jose picked up on this and started making jokes. "So that's why you're only
90 lbs." Tristan pulled my plate over and finished my fries. Jamie looked
worried and they all began talking in English. I was lost again. Finally
Jamie shrugged and petted my hair. Finally, everyone was finished and Jamie
paid the bill.

After dinner, we decided to check out the gay club upstairs. Jamie gave the
doorman some American money to let me in. I don't think he cared much
anyways. The club was dark and smoky with lots of neon everywhere. I had
never been in one before. The loud music hurt my ears, and I covered them
with both hands. Jamie took a tissue from his pocket, tore off two small
pieces, and put one in each of my ears. We went over to a small table with
three big stools. Jamie sat on one and pulled me up into his lap with both
arms around my waist holding me tight. He ordered us all drinks (mine was
cherry coke). The dance floor was packed with all kinds of hot guys. I
wanted to go dance. I always dance in my room, by myself, when Tristan is
at work so he won't make fun of me. Jamie had ordered a small shot of
something; he sipped at it and then set it down. When he wasn't looking,
picked it up and downed it, AY! NASTY! I swallowed quickly and then covered
my mouth to keep it in there. He looked down at his glass and then at me
with suspicion. He leaned in and kissed me hard, licking my teeth with his
tongue. He then pushed away and shook his head angrily at me. Tristan and
Jose got up and went to dance with the crowd. Jamie ordered another drink
and continued to hold me.

I felt his pocket shake under my ass and then felt his hand pull out a
phone. He stood up and set me down on the ground. Then he pulled me through
the club to the back while answering the phone. We went back into the
bathroom which, while much quieter than the club, was filled with guys
talking and playing around. On the counter sat a dark haired boy slightly
taller than me. An older teen was standing in front of him between his
legs. The two were kissing and the older one was pulling on the younger
one's cock which poked through his open pants. Next to them, a light
skinned man was completely naked with his front pushed against the wall. A
muscled older man had his pants down a few inches and was fucking him from
behind. Each time he thrust into him, the naked guy was pushed hard against
the wall. My eyes were glued on the scene. Was this normal? Carlos fucked
me gently and with great care. This guy seemed angry as he rammed his cock
up the naked guy's ass. Where were his clothes? Was this legal? Jamie,
continuing his conversation, began to notice what was going on and quickly
pushed my face into his chest so that I would stop staring. I turned my
head slightly and continued watching the guys fuck through the mirror. The
older man was slapping the naked guy's ass and yelling FUCK YEAH into his
ear. The naked guy had backed up and was now bent over, holding on to the
hand dryer with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. Finally, the
older man pulled his dick out and shot all over naked guy's back. When he
finished, he wiped his dick off with his hand and smeared it on naked guy's
face from behind. Naked guy licked his hand clean. Older guy zipped up,
turned to leave, and winked at me. When he walked by, he pinched my ass
lightly. Jamie noticed this and pushed the guy with his free hand while
continuing with his conversation. Older guy fell against the sink and then
on his ass. Damn Jamie was strong. Getting up, older guy nodded his head
apologetically and then winked at me on his way out of the bathroom. I
turned back to the mirror and saw that naked guy already had someone else
riding his ass. This time it was the older teen from the counter. The
younger teen had his cock in naked guy's mouth and was being sucked
ferociously.

Jamie finished his conversation and put the phone back into his pocket. By
this time, I was very hard and responding to his touch. Jamie leaned in and
kissed me. I had one hand on his crotch and rubbed his cock through his
pants. His cock began to grow, and his pants tented up towards me. With one
hand, he pushed me down to my knees so that I was eye level with his verga
(cock). With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt and began to unzip. I
looked over at naked guy and the teens, and noticed that the younger,
smaller one had pulled out of naked guy's mouth and was walking over to
us. I pulled Jamie's pants down a little and petted at his silky black
boxers. Reaching into the opening, I pulled out a nine inch cock that was
unlike anything I had ever seen. It was white, smooth, soft, and covered in
skin up past the tip. What was this? I pulled back the skin and licked at
the red tip. Younger naked teen came over and squatted next to me. He began
to rub my ass and Jamie's leg. Jamie did NOT react well to this. He pushed
him away and shook his head NO. I took Jamie's cock into my mouth and
stared up at him with big eyes. This was huge. Carlos was not nearly as big
or thick. My eyes darted over to younger naked teen who was sitting on the
counter again, staring at us and stroking his cock.

Jamie turned my head back onto his cock and began to push in and out of my
mouth while holding my head still. His cock pushed at the back of my throat
and I gagged a little. Without even stopping he fucked my mouth faster,
pushing farther. I looked up at him and our eyes locked. He was breathing
very fast and my head hit against his silk tie. His soft, blonde pubic hair
tickled my nose as his cock rammed back and forth into my mouth. He sped up
the mouth fuck faster and faster until finally I tasted warm, salty cum
shoot down my throat. I looked up at him pleadingly as he stared down,
mouth open, breathing heavily, and yelling fuck Fuck FUCK YES!!!!!!! That I
understood. I knew lots of dirty words in English. When he finished, he
held my head with his cock still in my mouth until I had swallowed all of
it. The next thing I knew, I was hit on the side of the cheek with warm
gooey cum. The Fuck? Jamie let go of my head and I turned to see younger
naked teen shooting on my face. Jamie was pissed; he zipped up, grabbed the
kid by the arm and threw him against the wall. He then took a fistful of
the kid's hair and forced him down next to me on the ground. Then he opened
up the kid's mouth and pulled on his tongue. He pushed the kid's face
against mine and forced him to lick off all of his cum. When he had
finished, Jamie threw him back against the wall, grabbed a paper towel and
dried off my face.

Jamie grabbed my hand and off we went back out into the club. He pulled me
through the crowd and back to the table where Jose and Tristan sat. I
smiled at Tristan and he knew what we had done. He shifted uncomfortably in
his seat and downed a shot of something. Jamie ordered a round of tequila
shots and, this time, let me have one. When I picked up the glass, Tristan
grabbed it from my hand and shook his head no. Jamie took it from him,
pulled my head back, and poured it down my throat. Tristan looked angry,
but there wasn't much he could do about it.

We sat there for another hour talking and drinking. I wasn't allowed to
have any more alcohol, but the shot and the gulp I had before had hit me
big time. I never drank, so this made me REALLY sleepy. I was sitting
sideways in Jamie's lap and I snuggled into his chest, felt his strong arms
around me, and passed out. Later, I woke up for a few minutes. I didn't
know what time it was, but Tristan had picked me up and gave me a kiss
goodbye. I held on to him and laid my head on his shoulder. He held me
there for a minute or two and then passed me back to Jamie. I fell asleep
again in his arms.

The next time I woke up, I was in a warm bath. I had no clothes on and I
was lying between Jamie's legs with my back against his chest. I felt his
hands massaging shampoo into my hair to clean away the gel. He let it sit,
and his hands wandered down my chest. He reached over and grabbed a bar of
soap which smelled like sweet almonds. The soap was cold and he traced it
over my nipples. I leaned back and sighed happily. "mmmmmmmm siiiiiiiii" I
said as he pulled softly on my hard nipples. He flicked at them gently and
then pinched the left one hard. "Ay!" I yelped and held on to his strong
legs on either side of me. His hands moved slowly down my tummy to my cock
area. I had a slight sprinkling of pubic hair growing in above my cock. He
pet at my developing bush and with two fingers, traced a path to the sides
and down my thighs. I felt his cock stir beneath me and poke between my
cheeks. I turned my head to the side and rubbed my cheek against his right
nipple, stopping to bite on it softly. I felt Jamie's right hand trace
softly around my leg and over to my hole. He pushed softly against the
opening. I tried my best to relax and he finally worked his thick finger
into my hole. I breathed sharply and he started sucking on my ear. That
felt SO incredible! He rubbed his teeth against the lobe and I closed my
eyes and started pushing back against his finger. Jamie worked his finger
all the way into me and pulled it out slowly. I and out he fucked me slowly
with his finger and started biting down gently on my ear. My head turned
sideways and rubbed against his chest as I worked my ass on his finger.

All of a sudden, he took his finger out of me and began to push me off of
him. I felt so empty now. I sat up and he got out of the bath and walked
over to get towels for us. I stood up in the bath as he came back with a
big soft wet towel. His naked body was dripping water all over the
floor. Damn he was beautiful. This was the first time I had seen him
completely naked. His short blonde hair was darker from the water. Drops
ran down his face and onto his strong chest. He must have worked out every
day. His body was angular, every inch was ripped and hard. His torso made a
V pointing down to his hard cock. His arms were about the size of my
thighs. He spread out the towel and wrapped it around me, again picking me
up in his arms. He sat me up on the counter wrapped in the soft thick
towel. He dried every inch of my body carefully and then left me up there,
wrapped while he dried off his own body. When he finished drying off his
cock, he put the towel over my head and dried my hair with it. Reaching
behind me, he pulled a bottle of cologne from the counter and sprayed his
chest once. It smelled so good, and I inhaled it deeply. Smiling, he
spritzed me once on the chest and then leaned in and continued kissing me.

We made out on the counter for a few minutes before he pulled me off and
led me by the hand back to the bed. I lay back on the bed as he found an
English soft rock station on the stereo. He then went to turn off the
lights; the room was filled with darkness. Out the window, the city had
shut down below us. A few street lamps were left, illuminating the freeways
and the airport across the valley. I felt him crawl on top of me and reach
over me to pull something out of the nightstand. I heard the cap pop on a
bottle and then something squirting. Soon, his finger found my hole again,
but this time it was covered with gooey stuff. A warming sensation took
over my hole. What was that? It burned slightly, but gave way to a nice
warmth that sent vibrations throughout my body as his finger found the
special target inside me. My cock was hard instantly. He leaned in and
kissed me as his finger began fucking my ass faster and faster. Soon he
took his finger out again and again I heard the bottle open. Then I felt
two fingers inside me. The warming relaxed me and the two fingers easily
slipped inside of me. His fingers fucked me for a few minutes as I slid my
body up and down the bed. He kissed me forcefully and his tongue explored
my mouth. With his other arm, he held me still as his slippery fingers did
their work. Soon his fingers came out and he reached over me to the
nightstand again. He took a small packet which I guessed was a condom. He
tore it open with his teeth and I felt the condom fall onto my chest. I
picked it up as he laughed and tried to take it from my fingers.

"I do!" I exclaimed, wanting to put it on for him. "Yes," he smiled. As my
eyes adjusted to the dark, I looked down and saw his cock. It had grown
even bigger than I remembered from the club's restroom. Maybe he was less
shy without people watching and trying to participate. I leaned down and
grabbed his cock firmly with my left hand. I looked around for the bottle
of gooey stuff, and stroked his cock lightly. His body shivered in my
hand. Finding the bottle, I placed a small drop inside the condom at the
tip. I remembered this from the sex talk Tristan had given me. It stopped
the condom from sliding off during sex. I then put the condom on the tip of
his cock. I had to pull back the skin to put the condom on, but I managed
to pinch it softly and roll it down his shaft. When I got it on, I poured
the gooey stuff all over his cock. I would need a lot to get this in my
hole. "Fuck YES," Jamie yelled as I rubbed the gooey stuff up and down his
shaft. Grabbing the towel, I wiped off my hands and then laid back down
into the pillows and presented my ass for him.

Jamie lifted my legs up and was surprised at how flexible I was. I put my
legs behind my arms so that my ass was pointing up so he could easily
access it. He leaned into me and slid his strong arms behind my back. His
tongue went into my mouth as his cock began pressing against my hole. I
grabbed it to guide it into me. He pushed hard and the head popped in. It
hurt, way too big. I can't do this. I bit my lip softly so he wouldn't hear
my cry out, I wanted this now. I wanted it bad. He held the tip inside me
and let me adjust to it. Then he slowly, VERY SLOWLY, slipped in a little
more. He waited about a minute per inch and we kissed as I got used to
it. Finally I felt his pubes brush against my hole and he had put it all
inside me. My ass felt so full, I felt connected to him. It felt
good. After another minute, he began to ride me, not gently, but
forcefully. It hurt. He pushed in and out of me, fast. In, ouch, out, ouch,
the pattern repeated. I tried not to show it, but his eyes locked on to
mine, and he knew he was hurting me. He didn't stop, he didn't apologize;
he kept right on fucking me. His arms locked around me holding me into
him. His tongue wrestled mine inside my mouth. His cock fucked in and out
of my ass. His eyes stared me down. He sped up, and I started to wiggle on
his cock. I tried my best to relax and breathe, but I got scared because I
had no control over the situation. Each time he pushed in and pulled out of
me, he sped up a little. Finally, he was fucking me like a jackhammer. He
pushed all the way into me and I felt his cock vibrate up and down. I felt
the condom expand in my ass. He had come. My cock, which had been rubbing
against his tummy, started to blast between us. I came so much sticky
cum. He kissed me, held his cock all the way in my ass, and I fell back
into sleep.

A few minutes later, I woke up to find the light on. He had baby wipes and
was carefully cleaning the cum and gooey warm stuff from around my ass. He
covered his finger with a cold wipe and inserted it into my hole to get the
rest of the gooey warm stuff. Taking another wipe, he cleaned my cum off of
my tummy and then his. The wipe was cold and I shivered slightly. He took a
towel and dried us off and then turned the lights off again. He picked me
up off the bed and pulled back the covers. He laid down and put me on his
chest. I snuggled into his chest as he held me with his arms. With that, I
fell asleep for the last time that night.

I woke up to the sound of water running. I was lying on top of a pillow, on
the right side of the bed by myself. I sat up and looked down at my naked
body. My life had changed. Yesterday morning I woke up to Tristan's alarm
clock in our small apartment in the south side. Today, I was in the nicest
hotel room in Monterrey; waiting for my^Å what was he? Boyfriend? Master?
Papi (daddy)? I didn't know what to call him. But whatever, I was his, and
I had to please him. I heard the water turn off. Jamie strolled out of the
bathroom wearing a grey button up shirt with a black t-shirt underneath it,
black pants, and his nice black leather shoes. His short blonde hair was
spiked and his white teeth smiled at me. He dove head first onto the bed
and pinned me down against the sheet.

He leaned in and kissed me, but I closed my mouth. I had to brush my
teeth. I wiggled out from under him and went into the bathroom. He followed
me and pulled a little bag from under the sink. Inside, I had a toothbrush,
hairbrush, and mouthwash, everything I needed. I brushed my teeth and then
went back into the room realizing that I had no clothes. I looked at Jamie
confusedly and he caught on to what I needed. He took a black suitcase from
the corner and opened it on the bed. He took out a pair of black, bikini
briefs and handed them to me. I put them on and waited for his next
selection. He dug around and found a new pair of jeans. Wow! They even had
the label on them. I had never had new jeans. I always got Tristan's stuff
when he grew out of it. He took the tags off of them and gave them to me to
put on. Then he found a red long sleeve pullover with a blue stripe down
each sleeve. I even had new shoes! This was awesome. Everything was exactly
my size and I felt like a rich kid with new, clean clothes to wear. Jamie
packed up our stuff and went over to the phone to make a call.

Soon, two hotel guys were upstairs taking our packs and Jose joined us to
give them his bags. Jamie grabbed my backpack and pushed me out the door
with his hand on my back. We went downstairs to the cafe and had
breakfast. Jose told me that today we would drive home to San Antonio. It
was about a four hour drive unless we got held up in Laredo at the
border. I listened as I ate a plate of fresh fruit and one pancake. Jamie
tried to push some eggs on me, but I smiled and shook my head no. Jose told
me that I would be his nephew coming to stay with him for awhile in San
Antonio if the border patrol asked. Jamie was working on my papers and
would soon be adopting me, but needed some time to get things in
order. Under the table, Jamie had his left hand on my leg and I moved my
right hand on top of his. We finished breakfast and went out to get a car.

When we walked out of the cafe, the valet was pulling up in a large black
SUV with Texas plates. Wow! Jamie opened the back door for me and I climbed
inside as Jose got in the front and Jamie got in the driver's seat. We
pulled out of the hotel and went through downtown to the freeway that led
to Texas. I had never been out of the city. For me, this was all new. On
top of all of that was the fact that I now belonged to an American who
would take me to new places and new experiences. I sat forward in my seat
and put my arms around Jamie's neck from behind. He petted my hand and kept
one hand on the steering wheel. I saw him watching me in the mirror and I
smiled. Jose pulled out the map, and we were off to a new adventure.