Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2004 01:49:29 -0600
From: Aniel <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: What Jamie Bought-4

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. Any comments,
questions, or money may be sent to my email. Thanks to you.
anielmty@hotmail.com
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!
Siempre queria visitar un bar de karaoke. Bueno, si tienes preguntas o
comentarios escribeme en mi correo electronico arriba.


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What Jamie Bought 4
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Sitting in Jamie's lap, I decided to ignore Angel and scan the room. Jamie
rubbed my back and pulled me into him. Soon, I was yawning and once again I
snuggled into his chest. Why did he make me so tired? Being in a new
country, listening to a new language, and missing my brother in Monterrey
all conspired to exhaust me.  Scanning the room, I spotted the two guys
69ing on the couch again. One of them pulled his cock out of the other's
mouth and shot all over his face. For some reason, this made me thirsty. I
swung my legs down over Jamie's lap and began to stand up. Jamie grabbed my
hand, but followed me as we went over to where all the alcohol was. As I
picked up the pitcher of margaritas chilling in a bowl of ice, Jamie grabbed
it from my hand and replaced it with the orange juice next to it. I looked
up at him with my needy child eyes, but he shook his head and kissed me
softly. I sipped my juice and we returned to the chair.

Ignoring the room of people fucking, I settled into his lap and finished my
juice. Handing him the empty glass, I laid my head against his chest and
nodded off.

"Baby," Jamie said, shaking me, "blah blah blah blah." I stared at him
oddly, and then realized it was English. I glared up at him with confused
eyes, and he smiled, kissed my lips, and stood up, off the bed. It was
morning. He was dressed in a black suit with a blue shirt, and a silky blue
pattern tie that brushed across my face as he leaned over me to pull the
blanket up around me. He handed me an index card which had a stick figure
labeled Jamie and an arrow pointing to a big tower. Below this, it had
another stick labeled Angel with an arrow pointing to a house and 10:30 next
to it. On the back, it had a stick figure labeled Jamie and an arrow
pointing to the house with 3:00 written next to it. I nodded, and snuggled
into the pillow holding onto canguro (the stuffed kangaroo he bought me at
the mall). He leaned in and we kissed for a few minutes, tongues
intertwining, before he ruffled my hair and rushed out the door.

I went back to sleep for an hour or two, then found a shiny silver remote
control on the table next to the bed. I reached for it and hit the big
button. A screen lowered from the ceiling, and a porn movie began to play.
The scene had these two Mexican boys fucking on a blanket next to a
farmhouse. I felt dirty watching it by myself in Jamie's house, so I changed
the channel. I found a Spanish music video channel, and caught up on all the
new songs I had heard on the radio, but never seen the videos to. After a
few songs, I decided to get up and dressed. I looked at the clock, 9:30. I
still had an hour till Angel got there. I filled up the big bathtub and took
off my pajama bottoms and briefs. The water was warm, and I laid back into
it, listening to the music from the TV, and trying out all of Jamie's
products. Rich people don't just buy one kind of soap or shampoo; there were
all kinds of body washes, sponges, skin care products, and conditioners. I
got through half of them before I began to prune up, and decided to get out.
I dried myself off on a big fluffy towel, and then wrapped it around me,
venturing back into the bedroom.

When I walked back into the bedroom, I noticed that Jamie had laid out
clothes for me on a chair in the corner with a label that said "Aniel." I
took the small black bikini briefs from the chair and slipped them on.  I
put on the black extra small t-shirt that hugged my chest which, while I am
very tiny, made me look paper thin. I then put on the army green overalls
with a zillion pockets. I even found a small black rope necklace with a
small onyx rock in the middle with Jamie's name carved in white. The cold
stone rested right into where my neck met my chest in that little groove.
Under the chair was a pair of black suede skater shoes and black socks to go
with. After dressing, I went back into the bathroom and found some gel to
spike my short hair. I then brushed my teeth, smiling at myself in the
mirror. Looking into the mirror, I felt silly. I looked like a little kid,
maybe he was into that.

I turned off the lights and went down to the kitchen to find breakfast. In
the fridge was a bowl filled with fruit that had my name on it. I sat at the
counter of the large granite kitchen island. Halfway through my fruit, the
phone rang, at least I thought it was the phone ringing. I felt the
vibration through the counter, and saw a red flashing light to my left. I
pushed it, hoping the ringing would stop, and a square of the counter lifted
up and then flipped over. A small TV screen appeared, and Jamie was in it,
smiling at me. There were large windows behind him with the tower of the
Americas visible.  He waved and began talking at me in English. I understood
the words hello and baby, but that was it. Finally he paused and said,
"Angel?"

"No Angel," I said, throwing up my hands and looking around the kitchen to
show that Angel wasn't there. He held up a finger for me to wait, and then
picked up a phone and called for Jose. A few minutes later, Jose appeared
wearing a grey suit with a pink shirt and grey patterned tie.

"Angel hasn't gotten there yet?" he asked me. Finally! Spanish!

"No, I haven't seen him," I said as he translated for Jamie.

"Did you find your breakfast? Make sure you eat it all," Jose translated.

I held up the bowl and smiled, "Yes, thank you."
"Do you need anything?" Jose asked.

"No, I will sit and wait for Angel," I told him.

"Ok, Jamie says he loves you very much, you look cute in your outfit, and do
not go outside, do not turn on anything in the kitchen, and do not answer
the door. Angel has a key, Jamie will track him down or he will come home to
take care of you and give you lunch," Jose told me, as Jamie winked. I
smiled and told him that I loved him too. I didn't mean it, but I did what
we all do when we are financially dependent on someone else.

When Jamie hung up, the screen flipped over again and the counter
reappeared. I felt the place where it had flipped out from, and shook my
head. Finishing my bowl of fruit, I put the dish in the sink and sat back at
the counter not knowing what to do. I decided to explore the house for
awhile. I found a large library with hundreds of books. In the middle of the
room was a pool table. On the side of the room, was a large bay window with
a desk and a stack of books with my name on top. I picked up the top book;
it was an English book with word cards and worksheets for me to fill out.
Underneath was a math book, in Spanish, and a clean notebook with empty
pages. Next to the stack were an English/Spanish dictionary, and a cup full
of mechanical pencils. I sat down and began working on the first page of the
English book. I learned the words, "Cat, Dog, House, Car, and Cup." I copied
the words five times in English next to the pictures, and then yawned.
English was boring.

"Aniel!, Aniel!," I heard Angel yelling.

"Aqui Estoy! (Here I am)," I yelled.

Angel came bounding into the room wearing khakis and a nice blue striped
button up shirt. He rushed over to my side and put his arms around me from
behind.

"I'm so sorry nene (baby)," he exclaimed kissing me on the cheek, "I was
stuck at a meeting for a new project we are building off Bandera."

"It's ok," I said, showing him the work I had been doing. He smiled proudly,
ruffled my hair, and sat next to me to help me practice my speaking skills
in English. We worked for two hours until I knew how to ask where the
bathroom was, what the weather was like, and how old people are. About 1pm,
I got a major headache from this new language, and we decided to break for
lunch. Angel made me tomato soup and half of a turkey sandwich. He ate the
other half plus a whole other one, and half a bag of chips. He said that I
was on a strict healthy diet that Jamie planned. He also said that Jamie was
very particular about keeping me small but healthy. As we ate, he told me
all about how Jamie had been planning on getting me, or a boy similar for
months. When he said this, he joked that I was basically a prostitute, but a
sweet one. His words cut through me, and I set down my sandwich, suddenly
not hungry. Why was he being so cold all of a sudden? Was he into me? Was he
jealous of Jamie for being able to buy what he wanted? I pushed away my soup
and sandwich, and got up saying that we should get back to the books.

"No, you have to finish your food," he responded, pulling me back into the
chair.

"I'm done, I don't want anymore," I said coldly, not looking at him.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you hungry? What happened?" he asked, taking my
face in his hand and forcing me to look at him.

"Don't touch me," I yelled, "I'm someone else's `whore.'"

"What is that supposed to mean?" he snapped.

"You figure it out," I said, pushing away from the table and walking out of
the kitchen."

Angel followed me out into the living room. "Why are you upset? Jamie paid
for you, and you have sex with him. Isn't that what a whore does?" angel
said coldly.

I stared down at my new shoes, as tears filled my eyes. He moved in to hold
me, and I pushed his arms away. He grabbed me tightly and pulled me into
him.

"I'm sorry, but you chose to do this with your life, at least own the
title," he said.

"I didn't choose anything," I said, struggling against his grip, crying out,
"No one asked me what I wanted, I didn't even know about this until Jamie
came to get me. You don't know anything about me."

Angel let me go, stunned. I ran from the room and into the bedroom, locking
the door. I looked around and found a telephone in the corner. Beside it was
another index card with seven numbers on it. I picked up the phone and
pushed the numbers. It rang for a minute and then I heard Jamie's voice. I
started rambling in Spanish about what had happened, and he kept calling my
name worriedly. Finally he passed the phone to Jose and I told him what
happened. He told me to calm down and stay in the bedroom while Jamie drove
home. Angel was pounding on the door, yelling for me to open it. Jose told
me to let Angel in the room and then he passed the phone back to Jamie who
tried to calm me down with the Spanish Jose told him.

"Cal-ma-te (calm down), estas bien (you're ok)," Jaime stumbled over the
words, but I felt proud that he was trying. I went over to the door and
opened it for Angel, holding the cordless out to him. He took it, and began
explaining wildly what had happened in English. He was staring at me the
whole time. I felt uncomfortable, and disappeared into the huge closet. I
wandered around to the end, and sat in the dark behind a rack of clothes. A
few minutes later, Angel came to find me and passed me the phone. He sat
down next to me on the closet floor and petted my leg, apologizing. I heard
Jamie on the line, driving in his car, rambling in English to someone else.
Angel told me that he was on another phone taking care of business so that
he could come home and be with me. Angel also told me that he had told Jamie
that I was homesick and would not eat. He didn't tell him that he had called
me a whore. This upset me, but I decided not to piss off Angel as I was
alone with him, and he was much bigger than me.

A few minutes later, I heard Jamie calling my name. Angel stood up and
lifted me off the ground. Setting me on my feet, he pulled me out of the
closet by the hand. As Jamie walked into the room, I ran over and held on to
him, burying my face in his tie. He petted me softly and then sat down on
the bed, pulling me into him. I stood facing him, between his legs as his
arms held me loosely around the waist. He adjusted my overalls and
straightened my shirt, smiling at me. Jamie began talking to Angel who
translated for me.

"He guesses you weren't ready to be home alone without him just yet," Angel
said, "He is going to take a nap with you and then take you up to his office
to finish up some work before you two go out to dinner." Jamie stood up,
pulling me off of the floor, and setting me down on the bed. He took off my
shoes and put me under the covers to nap. Angel leaned in and kissed me on
the cheek, telling me he would see me tomorrow. I rolled over and ignored
him. I was pissed. When Jamie left to walk Angel out, I climbed out of bed,
and ran to the library to get the English/Spanish dictionary. When I got
back, Jamie was waiting for me with a confused look.

I sat down next to him on the bed and looked up the word "mentiroso." I
found it and pointed at it saying "Angel, Angel is lee-ar."

"Angel is a liar," corrected Jamie, and then he looked confused. I turned to
look up "puta," and pointed at it and pointed a finger at myself with my
other hand.

"Whore?" Jamie asked, surprised.

"Angel, me say whore," I struggled, using the English I had studied. Jamie
looked angry, but he took my hands into his and said, "No, Aniel no whore,"
mocking my English. Then he pulled me into his arms and we laid there, him
stroking my hair until I fell asleep. I woke up an hour later with my head
on his chest. He had taken off his clothes and laid them neatly on a chair.
My hands explored his body down to his black silk boxers. I rubbed my cheek
across his soft, lightly hairy chest. He woke slowly, his arms moving first
to rub my back. Then he pushed himself up and looked at the clock.

"Office," he said, walking his fingers across my tummy. He got out of bed
and moved to put his clothes back on as I laid there, watching him. When he
finished putting on his suit, he got my shoes, and I sat up swinging my feet
onto the floor. He kneeled down and put my shoes on and then led me out of
the room. Grabbing his car keys and wallet, we headed for the front door. We
got into his SUV and zoomed off to his building. He worked in a big silver
tower along loop 410. It was next to a giant mall with ten foot tall cowboy
boots in the parking lot. I pressed my hands to the window and yelled,
"MALL!" excitedly, smiling at him.

"No," he said with a chuckle, and reached over to hold my hand. When we
pulled into the parking garage of his office, he led me to an elevator and
up to the top floor. The floor he worked on was a big open space with
windows everywhere. The only other person in the office was Jose; everyone
had gone home for the day. Jamie's office, not surprisingly, was cavernous.
It was a long room that ended in 20 foot tall windows that looked over the
city. In front of the windows, facing the door was a huge curvy metal table
with a computer and large black leather chair. The walls were lined with
pictures of Jamie, his diplomas, travels, family, and friends. Close to the
door was a pair of large black leather couches with a silver and glass
coffee table. The office, like Jamie, had a sense of power and place. He
followed me inside, and locked the door behind us. He toured me around the
photo wall pointing out his friends and family and stories. I didn't
understand much, but his parents looked like nice people.

When he finished, he sat me on the couch and handed me a gameboy to play
with while he got to work on his computer. I destroyed killer robots for
half an hour, but I got bored. Turning off the gameboy, I stood up to look
around his office. I poked through his bookshelf, not finding anything I
could read. I kept looking over at him, so intensely typing and clicking and
printing. He was in the middle of a phone call when I exhausted every form
of entertainment in the room and walked over to him. He pulled me down into
his lap, and petted my tummy while he yelled at whoever was on the other end
of the line. I picked up his shiny heavy stapler and was about to staple two
pages together when he pulled it from my hand, and pushed a blank sheet of
paper in front of me instead. I grabbed a pencil from his desk, and began to
draw a picture of some young guy he had on his desk. I was a very good
artist, and had taken a lot of classes in school. By the time he had
finished his phone call, I had reproduced a replica of the face of the guy
in the picture. He pointed at my drawing and then at himself saying
excitedly, "me!" I looked closer at the picture, and it was him! He must
have been about my age, he was still very muscular, dressed in a baseball
uniform and standing in front of a large stadium. I set down the pencil and
laid back into his chest, sighing.

I reached between my legs and petted his thigh, checking to see if he was
hard. Jamie reached his hands between my legs and unzipped his pants. Then
he took my hand and stuck it into his pants. I started to feel his silky
boxers, and his cock sprang to life. I reached into his boxers and pulled it
out through the hole. Getting off his lap, I kneeled down on the floor and
stared at his huge hard cock poking up at me. Jamie kept right on typing and
clicking on his computer as I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. I
stuck out my tongue and licked at it, hmmm, clean. I took my head off of his
cock, pursed my lips, and dove onto it, taking it all the way to the back of
my throat. Finally reacting, he took his hands off the computer and held the
back of my head onto his cock. He began to face fuck me slowly, pushing his
cock in and out of my mouth. I lapped the underside of his shaft with my
tongue, working me throat on the head of his cock.

After a few minutes, he pulled my head off of his hard cock. He bent down
and picked me up, laying me on the hard, cold, metal table. I laid back, my
head knocking over a few pictures. He stood up, smiling down on me, slipped
off my shoes and then unlatched my army green overalls. He slid them off me,
leaving me cold. He put his hands under my t-shirt and pushed it over my
head as I lifted my arms. Then he reached and pulled off my black bikini
briefs. I shivered from the touch of the cold, metal table. Jamie, still
fully dressed with his cock poking out, reached into a drawer and pulled out
a bottle of lube and greased up his cock. Then he leaned into me and lifted
my naked body off the table. I threw my arms around his neck and my legs
around his waist as he lowered me down onto his cock.

I buried my head into his chest and bit on his silky tie as I felt the head
of his huge cock push against my hole. I tried to relax, but he hadn't taken
the time to loosen me up before he tried to enter me. My small hole resisted
his huge cock, but he pushed on. I screamed as the head popped into me,
double the capacity I could take. I looked up at him with pleading eyes and
yelled for him to stop. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, laying me
back against the cold table. Standing tall, he began to push his cock in and
out of my ass very slowly. I began to get used to it, but my body still
burned with the lingering pain. I reached up and grabbed his silky tie,
pulling him down into me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed me
passionately. Quickly, his pace sped up, and he fucked me faster, laying his
body on top of mine, holding onto me as we kissed harder. I laid back and
let him have complete control of my body. His cock filled my ass to
capacity, and the head rubbed against my special place, the one that always
made me shoot buckets of cum.

In another few seconds, his body tensed and I felt my ass fill with his cum.
I tried to hold back, but I was so close to cumming as he fucked me super
fast, shooting inside me. He finished, and collapsed on top of me, keeping
his cock inside me. I felt it soften, and wiggled around on it. When he
regained his breath, he stood up, pulling out of me. He grabbed a tissue
from behind my head and cleaned off his slippery cock. Stuffing it back
inside his pants, he zipped up and began to jerk my cock slowly. I closed my
eyes as his warm hand worked up and down my shaft. His other hand reached up
to pinch and rub my nipples.

I bit my lips softly as I began to feel my cock go into his mouth. He
obviously had not done this many times, and held my cock in his mouth
staring up at me. I looked down at him and laughed. He was NOT a cocksucker,
but I could make this work. I began to move my hips forcing my cock in and
out of his mouth, rubbing against his tongue. He reached down between my
legs and shoved two fingers into my ass. Now he wanted to loosen me up? I
rode his fingers as I face fucked him slowly. In seconds, I began to shoot
into his mouth. He took my cum, but didn't swallow it. When he had milked
the last few drops of my cum, he moved up and kissed me, giving me a
mouthful of my sweet cum. Our tongues mixed as I swallowed my seed. He
rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I laid my head on his
chest and we stayed like that for the longest time, watching the sunset over
the city out the window.

As the lights of the city turned on, Jamie lifted me off of him and stood
up, me completely naked and him wearing his suit with his soft, but enormous
cock hanging out. He began to take off his clothes, and we both stood there,
naked and sticky. He folded his suit nicely and shoved it into a white bag
he took from a drawer; that must be how he has it cleaned. He led me by the
hand over to the wall and pushed on a large metal panel. It clicked open
about two inches, and he pulled it aside revealing a small bathroom and
closet area. We hopped into the small square shower, and he washed every
inch of my body with the warm water. When he finished cleaning me, I took
the sponge and did the same to his body. We kissed for awhile, and then got
out and dried off.

He reached into the small closet and pulled out a pair of jeans. Sliding
them up, with no underwear, he searched around and found a blue pullover
sweater with three white stripes across the chest, and blue with white
stripes addidas shoes. We moved back into the office as he dressed, and I
collected my clothes from around the room where he had thrown them. He
helped me into my overalls and latched them for me. When we were finished,
Jamie shut down his office for the night, and we went back to his car. It
was only about 7pm, and by now I was starving from my half lunch. I pulled
on his arm and said, "Food." He nodded and pulled me in for a kiss in the
parking garage.

We sped off towards downtown, and ended up at a run down looking building. I
stared at him with worried eyes and said, "Food?" He nodded, mocking my
worried look, and then laughed as he hopped out of the car. He led me beside
the building down a sidewalk that went down a slope and around to a garden
gate. He opened it and pushed me inside. As we rounded another corner, I saw
a beautiful terraced hill that sloped down to the river. On each ledge was a
row of tables. He talked to the lady at the entrance, and she took us to a
table on its own private step that overlooked the river. On both sides of
the river were sidewalks with shops and restaurants and people. In the small
river were several flat boats with people, tourists being guided along
through downtown. It was the most romantic, hidden spot, I had ever seen. I
sat beside him at the small table, as we watched the people below us.

A waiter came and Jamie ordered everything for us. He got a coke for himself
and apple juice for me. When the waiter brought our food, Jamie had ordered
me a small serving of chicken fingers and French fries. He had ordered
himself a steak and salad. We sat there, staring out over the river with the
beautiful skyline behind it, eating in silence. What would we talk about
anyways? I spoke little English, and he spoke no Spanish. Thinking about
this depressed me. I was beginning to miss home and my brother, Tristan. He
had finished, when I awoke from my thoughts. Jamie was rubbing my hand
softly, and staring at me thoughtfully. I finished my food, and Jamie paid
the check.

We walked down the river looking in a few of the shops. The thoughts of home
flooded my mind. I missed my school, my friends, Carlos (the guy I played
around with), our neighborhood, but most of all, my brother. We kept
walking, but when I snapped back to reality, I realized Jamie wasn't next to
me. "Oh shit," I thought, "Where did he go?"

I called. "Yahmee, Yahmee (I hadn't learned how to pronounce his English
name)."

I turned around, retracing my steps. I was worried, I started to cry. Where
did he go? I don't want to be alone in this strange country. I ran, calling
his name, hearing no reply. Finally, I heard my name being called. I froze.
He waved me over to the store he was in; I must have wandered off when he
went inside. I ran into his arms and filled his shirt with my tears. He said
something to a stranger, and I heard the man's voice say, "He told you to
wait for him outside. Are you ok?" I told the man yes, and Jamie understood.
I wanted to go home now. Back to Jamie's or back to Mexico, anywhere but
this crowded place. On our way back to the car, Jamie pulled me into an art
store. He picked out a super nice leather-bound sketchbook and a set of
colored pencils. I had never seen anything so nice. My eyes grew wide when I
saw him take them to the counter to pay for them. Now I wasn't thinking
about home or anything else, just how much this guy must like me, and how
much he cared about my interests.

The clerk wrapped up the things for me, and we went home, exhausted from a
long day.