Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 13:20:07 -0600
From: Aniel . <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: What Jamie Bought 7

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
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What Jamie Bought 7
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The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I had somehow made it
back to Jamie's home, and was curled into his side wearing a t-shirt and
flannel pajama pants. Looking under the covers, I saw Jamie had chosen to
sleep naked.

"Good morning sunshine," Jamie whispered, pulling me into him. It hurt to
move my head.

"Ow, shhh," I cautioned, lifting my head. He looked blurry, but everything
else did too.

"Oh sorry," he whispered, kissing the top of my head. He slid out from under
me, replacing the space with a big pillow, and laid my head onto it
carefully. I watched him slide into some jeans and a tank top, and then he
crept out of the room. I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up again, he
was sitting next to me on the bed, petting my hair and flipping tv channels.
Seeing that I was awake, he pushed a glass of juice in front of me, and two
white pills. I sat up just enough to swallow them, and then snuggled into
his lap. My head was pounding, but I fell back to sleep as he calmly stroked
up and down my body.

When I woke up for the last time, I felt awesome. My headache was gone, and
it was dark again outside. Jamie was gone, and the room was in total
darkness except for the alarm clock that read 6pm. I stumbled out of bed,
and went down the long hallway into the family room. Jamie was sitting with
his brothers watching a movie. Some killer flick I didn't understand. Seeing
me, he came over, lifted me into his arms, and carried me back to the couch,
planting me firmly in his lap. His brothers didn't seem shocked by this. I
found out later that he told them I was 12! I know I am small, but I don't
think I look 12.

I told Jamie I was hungry, and he led me to the kitchen. There was an
enormous turkey in the fridge, and bowls of other delicious food to go with
it. Apparently I had slept through the big thanksgiving lunch. Jamie made me
a small plate of food, and heated it up. I sat at the counter, staring and
smiling. He was so good at taking care of me. I had all but forgotten the
scenes from last night, when his phone rang.

"Asher, hi!" He said with a giggle, and turned away from me, speaking
quieter. I felt my face get warm. I don't know why, but I was jealous. Well,
yeah, I do know why. This was my man talking to an ex-boyfriend who tried to
have a three-way with us last night. I pushed away from the counter, and
left the kitchen as the timer on my food dinged behind me. Jamie didn't
notice I left; he was wrapped up in his conversation.

I launched into an exploration of this enormous old house. I didn't want to
go back to the bedroom, because he would find me there. No one, but Jamie
and his brothers, was home. I wandered up a staircase, and down a long
hallway. Rounding a corner, I ran into Jamie's brother Jacob, coming out of
a room. My head banged hard against his soft sweatered chest, and he caught
me before I fell backward. He smiled down at me and said something in
English I didn't understand. I looked up at him confused, and he slowed
down, choosing simpler words.

"Where go you?" Jacob asked smiling.

"I hide," I said. Jacob nodded, and took my hand, leading me farther down
the hallway. He pushed open a door, and led me into this big room with walls
covered in bookshelves. There were soft chairs placed around an old wooden
coffee table in front of a large window. Jacob sat in one of the chairs, and
then lifted up the skirt on a side table. Underneath, there was plenty of
room for me to sit comfortably for awhile. Jacob opened a book and began
reading as he handed me down a picture book of famous Boston sights.

A few minutes later, I head Jamie calling my name. I froze, hoping Jacob
wouldn't nark on me. Jacob ignored him, but Jamie rushed into the room
asking if he had seen me. Jacob played dumb, and said he hadn't seen
anything. Jamie kept yelling my name as he left hurriedly. I crawled out
from under the table and smiled up at Jacob.

"What did you do?" He asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders, not able to form a good answer, and not wanting to
tell him the truth. Jacob seemed pacified by this lack of an answer. Now my
stomach was rumbling. It hadn't been fed since the night before, at the
party. I tugged on Jacob's pants and told him "food." He nodded, and offered
me his hand to get off the floor. I followed him as he kept an eye out for
Jamie, waving me around corners. At one point, Jamie hurried by, calling my
name, but Jacob hid me in a closet, leaning against the door, whistling. He
told Jamie that he still hadn't seen me. We made it all the way down to the
kitchen, and I found my food sitting on the counter with a fork next to it.
Jacob got a beer, and sat across from me, watching me eat. It was kind of
unnerving having this guy stare at me. I looked up and he smiled.

I had just swallowed the last piece of delicious turkey when Jamie's hands
flew past me and banged on the counter on either side of my plate. I jumped
out of my seat, and Jamie caught me, turned me around, and lifted me in
front of his face. It scared me so bad, I started to cry. His angry look
softened, and he pulled me into him. Jacob yelled at him to calm down, but
he was already calmed by my shaken mood.

"Why did you hide?" he asked slowly, petting the back of my head. He set me
down on the barstool, waiting for a response.

"Asher," I sniffled between tears. Jamie, not wanting to discuss this in
front of Jacob pulled me by the hand out of the kitchen and back up to our
bedroom. I sat on the bed as he slammed the door behind us. He looked
embarrassed, and paced in front of me, searching for an explanation.
Finally, he picked up his phone, and called someone. I edged up to the top
of the bed, holding onto my kangaroo and pulling my knees into my chest. He
talked for about ten minutes, and then handed me the phone.

"I no talk Asher!" I yelled, crying again.

"No Asher... Jose," Jamie said, pushing the phone at me.

I took it, and Jose began explaining things to me. He said that Jamie had
nothing with Asher and he loved me. There was nothing between them, and I
was his world. Nothing to worry about, he told me. We finished, and I hung
up, watching Jamie sit across from me, biting nervously on a fingernail.

"Better?" He asked, reaching for my hand.

I took it, not sure if it was better, but I nodded my head, not wanting to
fight. Jamie pulled me into his chest and breathed deeply whispering that he
was sorry.


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The next morning, Jamie woke me up by moving around the room packing. I
guess it was time to head home. All of his family hugged me as we left for
the airport. Jacob gave me a kiss on the top of my head, promising to come
see us in Texas. Jamie gave me another white pill to make the flight not so
bad. I was starting to get used to airports and flying.

It was almost 4 when we got home. The house was eerily quiet, so big and
empty. I followed Jamie into the bedroom, and helped him unpack. We
finished, and he started to slip out of his clothes, telling me to do the
same. He changed into a pair of tiny blue running shorts, and a tight white
sleeveless shirt. He handed me a blue addidas jock strap, and helped me
figure out how to put it on. Then he put me in a pair of running shorts to
match his, and a tight white tank top. We went to the home gym he had set
up. It had several workout machines, a treadmill, ellipse, and weight
lifting equipment. Jamie put me on the treadmill, and I ran for an hour
while he did the ellipse, crunches, sit ups, and other stuff on the weight
bench. I guess he didn't want me developing muscles, but the run felt good.
He had a stereo system, and played loud dance music.

When he finished, he came over to the treadmill, and had me cool down with a
15 minute walk. We were both dripping sweat, and as I finished cooling down,
Jamie lifted me into his arms. I put my arms around his neck and my head
against his shoulder. He carried me all the way into the bathroom and then
deposited me on the cold porcelain of the enormous tub. Thinking it was
shower time, I slipped off my shirt and then shorts as he turned around and
did something on the counter. I laid back down against the back of the cold
tub, crossing my arms across my chest and drawing my knees into my chest to
keep warm. He was fishing for something underneath the sink.

When he finally turned around, he held a small plastic cock looking thing
and rubbed lube up and down it. He raised his eyebrows and smiled down at me
with a devilish grin. I squirmed uncomfortably, not feeling up to what he
had in store, but the thing wasn't big enough to hurt me, and was about the
size of two of his fingers. He reached down and offered it to me, and I held
it by the base which was two real looking balls.

Reaching under my arms, Jamie lifted me up a little and then sat down behind
me in the bathtub. He placed me between his legs, and then began rubbing his
hands over my tummy and chest, pausing at my nipples to grab and twist them.
My cock began to get hard as I held the toy, knowing it was about to go
inside me. I had grown to love the feeling of something inside me, Jamie's
cock, tongue, fingers, and toys. It made him happy to see how much I came
from having my ass played with.

He took the toy from me, motioned for me to flip over, and I got on my
knees, facing him, and then leaned in to put my head against his chest. His
left hand rubbed my back, and then went down behind me. I felt a dry finger
tracing circle around my hole, then applying slight pressure against it. I
raised my head, looking up into his eyes. Jamie smiled then lifted his
eyebrows as I climbed up a little to kiss him. Our lips met just as his
finger succeeded in entering me. His tongue soon followed, pushing through
my lips, touching my own. I squirmed on his finger as it made its way
further into me.

All too soon, the finger was gone, replaced by a cold hard plastic running
up and down over my hole. "You like that baby boy?" Jamie asked, nibbling on
my ear. He held me into him with one arm as he started to push the rest of
the toy inside me. It felt bigger than it looked. Once he had it all inside
me, I began to move up and down on it. I was so hard as my cock rubbed
against his tummy. He slid down in the bathtub, taking me with him. I was
still between his legs, his knees tented up on either side of me. The toy
started sliding faster, in and out of me. I wanted his cock inside me, and
began to beg for it.

"Please me you fuck papi," I begged in the English I had learned.

"No no, please fuck me daddy," Jamie corrected, laughing and then leaning up
to kiss me more.

"Please fuck me daddy," I said it right that time, as I smoothed my right
hand down his tummy and reached for his rock hard ass plug. Grabbing it
firmly, I moved my hand up and down, jerking him slowly as he sped up on my
ass, driving the toy faster, deeper into me. I kept begging for him inside
me, looking into his eyes, pleading for his cock.

"ahhhh," I yelled as Jamie pulled the toy out of me in one quick motion. He
set it down in the tub and then stood up, still holding me against his
chest. I had my arms around his neck, my head on his shoulder, and now
wrapped my legs around his waist as he climbed out of the tub. He set me
down on the counter, next to the sink. I leaned against the mirror, staring
down at his full grown cock swinging between his legs. I tried to lean down;
wanting to taste it, but his hand pushed me back against the mirror firmly.
"Stay," he said, and then disappeared beneath the counter. I picked up a
toothbrush, twirled it around for a few seconds, and then set it down again.

"Ok, here we go," Jamie announced, bringing a large box of condoms from
under the sink. With a wink and a smile, he pulled a condom from the box and
then threw the box back under the counter. He shoved the wrapper in front of
me, and I bit the top with my teeth as he pulled, tearing open the package.
He rolled the condom over his cock, and then squeezed a generous amount of
lube along the top of his shaft. Grabbing it with his right hand, he began
to work the lube around and all over the condom, leaving his tool shiny and
hard.

Grabbing my hips, he slid me down the counter positioning my hole right in
line with his cock. He leaned over me, kissed me softly as he shoved the
first few inches into me. I was pretty open from the toy play and ready to
take him, or at least the first half. He arched back and pushed more into
me, pushing my head back against the mirror and my back flat against the
counter.

The cold tile of the counter sent a shiver over me that his strong, warm
arms soon fixed as he leaned over me, scooping me off of the counter. I
threw my arms around his neck as he lowered and raised me on his cock, then
his arms slid down to my ass, steadying me on his cock. He began bucking his
hips, shoving more into me than I was ready to take. I begged for him to
slow down, and he responded in a flurry of kisses across my face, lips,
cheeks, nose, telling me how much he loves me, how beautiful I am. I lived
for that. I did my best and soon was able to take more of him as I relaxed.

He started to bounce me; pick me up and then drop me down onto him. It sent
him further into me, hitting my magic spot, making my cock so hard. He did
this as he walked us from the bathroom back out to the bedroom. He laid me
down on the bed, leaned over me, and started to fuck me faster. I laid back
as he pushed in and pulled out of me, every muscle in his body tensed. I
knew he wouldn't go much longer.

"Oh baby fuck yah that pussy feels so good," he kept saying in my ear along
with other, dirtier things. I loved it. My beautiful strong man was over me,
his body enveloping me. His warmth spreading throughout me, his sweat
dripping down whenever he would shove into me, it was incredible. His hands
roamed up and came to rest on the sides of my face, holding my head against
the pillow as he leaned in and kissed me.

"Daddy's going to come," he whispered, then shoved his tongue into my mouth
as his cock went all the way into me. His body tensed, his cock pulsed and
rubbed right against my prostate, sending me into my own climax. A warm
sensation spread through my ass as the condom filled with his Jamie juice. I
mmmmm'ed and ahhhh'ed as I came. His lips covered mine, neither of us
stopped for air, both hungry for each other. It lasted for what seemed like
an hour, and then Jamie pulled me into him, rolled over, and rested my body
on his chest. Strong arms held me into him, my head against his chest and I
closed my eyes. His cock was still inside me, losing hardness but not
length. As soon as I closed my eyes, I was out, exhausted from the day, the
work out, the play.

I woke up a few minutes later in a warm bathtub. Jamie was rubbing soap all
over me, then squirted shampoo into my hair and massaged it with his hands.
I laid my head back against his chest, so tired. I closed my eyes, thinking
about the last few months, the time we had spent together, how afraid I was
of him in the beginning, how much my life had changed. I loved it. I guess I
loved him too. We'll see....