Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 00:14:14 -0600
From: Aniel <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aniel and Guillo 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 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.

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Aniel and Guillo 2
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I must have fallen asleep in his arms, because the next time I opened my
eyes, the room was bathed in sunlight. I perked my head up, stretched my
arms, and yawned. My eyes wandered down across his steel frame covered only
in a pair of blue flannel boxers. We always slept the same way. Him without
blankets, on his side, arms around me. Me wrapped in the blanket, burrowed
into his chest with Leo, my stuffed lion, smothered between us.

The only exception to this is when we slept at his parents' house. They had
this enormous colonial estate behind a ten foot wall in Mexico City's
trendiest of old money addresses, Santa Fe. He wasn't out to his parents, or
himself for that matter. To them, I was a street kid he had adopted. They
accepted me because I was light skinned, something of status in affluent
Mexican society. To him, I was the only guy he had been with. He did like
girls, but was always faithful to me. When we stayed with his parents, on
holidays or the odd weekend, we slept in separate beds, but in the same
room. He always made the excuse that he wanted to be near me in case I had
an asthma attack or something went wrong, but it hurt to not be accepted for
what we were, even by him. But Guillo was all man, and admitting that he was
gay would have been too much for him. I wasn't his boyfriend, I was his
baby. We weren't married or dating, we were "two souls who had made a
lifelong monogamous connection (He got into weird spiritual stuff)." For me,
I knew what we were, or at least I thought I did before making the discovery
that he initially planned to sell me. He was my man; I took care of him,
cooked, cleaned, sucked, kissed, rode, loved, and followed him.

I was wide awake, but he wasn't. If I crawled out of his arms, he would wake
up, and pull me back into him. Now I had to pee. Sitting up straight, I
tried to slip out of his hold. Feeling my motion, he mmm'ed softly and
repositioned his body to hold on to my waist. I put my hands behind me on
the bed and pushed my body up, slipping my bottom over his arms.

"No, baby," he said hazily, and pulled me back down into him, putting me
back where I started at.

"I have to pee," I whispered. He released me, and rolled over into his
pillow.

"Ok," he said sleepily, "Thank you, come again."

I laughed; he wasn't waking up anytime soon. I hopped off the bed and
bounded energetically out to the hallway so as not to wake him up with my
morning bathroom ritual (brush teeth, wash face, fix hair). I quickly found
a nice large bathroom in the hallway and spent about fifteen minutes getting
ready. When I finished, I poked my head out into the hall. There was no sign
of life in the house. I decided to make breakfast to wake him up. His
favorite food I make is chilaquiles (chee la kee lees). It is like tortilla
chips sautéed in salsa, butter, and sour cream, yummy. I found all of the
ingredients in the well stocked pantry and refrigerator, but paused for a
few minutes to stare out the large window overlooking a lush green valley.
Rich people had the life, man. As the aroma of his favorite dish filled the
house, I heard movement from the bedroom. A few minutes later, I had
prepared two dishes, and carried them out to the patio. Guillo, the morning
zombie, stumbled out onto the patio behind me with messy hair and rumpled
boxers. Bleary eyed, he sat down across from me, and rubbed the sleep from
his eyes under the blinding morning sunshine. I dashed back into the kitchen
and brought fresh orange juice for me, and his morning coffee, black with
lots of sugar. Normally we did this same ritual on our balcony overlooking
the city with taxis honking, buses grinding, and the odd construction noise,
something about this peaceful silent valley seemed right.

Guillo broke the silence first, as he always did in the morning to indicate
that it was ok to talk now, "So good, what would I do without you."

I smiled, I lived for his praise. He reached a hand across to me and rubbed
my arm, smiling, as he chewed. "I'm so sorry for worrying you, I didn't want
you to find that out (the selling me emails), ever." He knew he had done
wrong.

"I'm over it, no big deal," I lied wanting to preserve the beautiful peace
of the morning.

We finished breakfast and went inside to get dressed and enjoy our Saturday.
After Guillo took our bag from the closet and set it on the bed, he slid his
boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. His soft cock hung five inches
over his golf balls. I had seen him naked hundreds of times, but I never got
used to it. Noticing my staring, he grabbed it and waved it at me playfully.
I bit my lower lip, realizing that we hadn't played around since the morning
before. I slid off my clothes, and stepped over to where he stood, staring
up at him with big green, innocent looking eyes.

He slid his hands under my arms and lifted me off the floor, laying me
across the bed. He laid on top of me, and his tongue invaded my mouth,
exploring my teeth. His arms wrapped around my back, rubbing in a slow
circular motion as he pressed my body into his, balancing us on his elbows.
After a few minutes of this, turned his head, resting his cheek on my lips
and nose, as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you," into my ear. I stuck out
my tongue and licked at his cheek, giggling. He lifted his head and smiled
at me.

"Just for that, I'm not going to use lube," he laughed while tickling me
wildly.

I playfully punched against his chest, knowing that I couldn't hurt him for
real. He responded by pinning my arms above my head, and attacking my
nipples with teeth and tongue. I screamed with laughter and struggled as he
sucked and licked across my chest.

Letting go of my arms, he kissed his way down my tummy. His head disappeared
between my legs, but soon I felt his tongue working its way into my hole. He
liked to get right to the point. I mmmmm'ed as he tongue fucked me slowly,
massaging my ass with his hands. I slowly moved my body up and down on his
tongue, and he reached both hands up to hold on to mine with his firm grip.
My body began to shake with ecstasy as he found the special spot in my ass
that always sent me into another world of pleasure. Looking down, our eyes
met, and I mouthed that I loved him. After a few minutes of this, my hole
was ready and willing to accept what he had to give me. He bounced back onto
the bed, straddling me as he leaned for the bag to pull out his special pack
of lube and condoms.

"What do you want today? Ribbed, normal, or the one with spikes?" he joked.

"I want one that makes it not hurt," I whispered.

"Then you need a boyfriend with a smaller dick," he laughed, pushing his
cock into my mouth while he made a selection. I sucked half of his hard cock
in, and swirled my tongue around the head, sucking gently on the tip.

When he had the supplies he wanted, he pulled his cock from my mouth,
readied it, pushed my legs back into my chest, and worked the tip of his
covered cock against my hole. I relaxed, and in a few seconds, the tip
popped in. I gasped as he pushed in another inch, ouch! He leaned over me,
and we began to kiss, as he pushed his cock in further, inch by inch. When
he had most of it in, he stopped to let me get used to it.

"Ok," I said, and he began to fuck me slowly. I loved the feeling of him
pushing in and out of me, our bodies melting into each other. I felt at one
with him, our lips locked, as he quickened his pace. In and out he fucked me
faster, kissing my lips, nose, chin, cheek, neck, forehead, ears. I melted
in his arms, and went completely limp as he held me, fucking wildly.

"Oh baby, your pussy feels so good," he said, chewing softly on my earlobe,
"I love you, my baby, yes, take that cock, so beautiful." He fucked me
harder, taking complete control of my body. I knew I was his, and I loved
that feeling. His words grew sweeter as he came closer to climaxing inside
of me. I reached down between us and found my own hard cock and began
jerking on it, rubbing it against his tummy. Quickly, though, he pulled my
hand off of my cock and pinned it against the pillow over my head.

"Not until I tell you to," he commanded. I settled back into his arms, and
he continued to ride me. Soon, his body tensed, his strokes became slower
and deeper, pushing his cock all the way into me until I felt his balls slap
against my ass. He kept most of it in and worked it hard and fast into me,
as he pushed his tongue back into my mouth for a final kiss.

"YESSSSSS," he screamed into my ear, "Oh god yes, oh fuck yeah, take that
cock bitch." He liked to get dirty when he came. I felt his cock give a
final push and shake inside me, filling the condom to capacity with his
sweet man cum. I wanted all of it, and massaged his cock with my hole until
he told me to stop. When he finished, he collapsed on top of me, his head
next to mine. Now it was my turn to hold him, rubbing his back, whispering
how much I loved him into his ear. His large, strong frame was crushing into
me, but I let him rest for a few minutes after his hard work.

When he recovered his breath, he pulled his cock out of me, an enormous cum
bulge straining the condom to capacity. As he laid back on the bed next to
me, it hit against his tummy. I rolled over to him and snuggled into his
side as he put his arm around me, pulling my neck into his chest. I played
with his cock, pulling it off of his tummy and letting it bounce back.
Leaning in, I tied the end of the condom and pulled it off of his cock. I
set it on the bedside table and moved in to suck the last bit of salty cream
from the tip.

Regaining his strength, he sat up on the bed, sliding his back against the
headboard, and then pulled me into his lap. Putting his arms around me, he
jerked softly on my cock. I moved up, and slid his still hard cock back into
my ass. I held it there as he continued to jerk on my cock, squirting the
bottle of lube over it. The warm lube made my cock slippery as his hand
worked it firmly. Within seconds, my body began to shake as cum flew out and
all over my chest. When he had sufficiently milked it, He took a finger and
scooped up several drops of my cum, and then fed it to me, pushing his
finger deep into my mouth.

Guillo slid down onto the bed, holding me on his chest as I turned around to
snuggle into him. We napped there for another hour before deciding we should
finally venture into the city.

It was a warm morning, so he dressed himself in khaki shorts, a red polo
shirt that hugged his physique, and sandals. For me, he chose a similar
outfit; dark Abercrombie style khaki shorts, a tight green t-shirt, and
green suede skater shoes.

We decided to walk around the old city for a few hours. There are lots of
touristy shops, museums, cathedrals, and parks. Cuernavaca is not Mexico
City; it can be a bit conservative. I always liked walking and holding his
hand, but this was not an option. I knew this, but occasionally grabbed for
his hand to test his patience. He would squeeze it firmly, and then take his
hand away and rub my back or massage my neck. The good thing from this is
that when he does this he feels guilty, and will buy me things if I act
upset. When I sidled up to him outside the cathedral, I got a new CD at the
music store. When I folded my arms and stopped against a wall from his
rejection outside the art museum, he promised to take me to the zoo instead
of going to look at the stadium he had played at five years before. Finally,
I had accumulated a new CD, two new shirts, ice cream, a small stuffed
giraffe with the Cuernavaca zoo logo, and a balloon. I smiled, thinking of
my loot, as we made our way to a café in the square for lunch. I eventually
had to get rid of the balloon that was tied to my wrist, because the swanky
café would not allow it. I found it a good home tied to a bicycle rack.

We got a nice table outside on the sidewalk, and I, still full from my ice
cream, had a small salad and watched him eat tacos. We were finishing up
lunch, holding hands under the table when this guy about Guillo's age came
up from the square and folded his arms, standing next to our table.

"Who is this?" he demanded. My eyes darted between Guillo, whose face was
pale and shocked, and the tall, cute stranger.

"Hi Carlos, how have you been?" Guillo said calmly, holding my hands between
his tightly.

Carlos turned to me, leaned in, and said, "Hi, I'm Carlos, Guillo's
boyfriend, and you?"

I sat quietly and stared into Guillo's eyes, trying to wrench my hands from
his grip.

"This is Aniel, my..." Guillo stammered, not finishing his sentence. I had
heard enough. I ripped my hands from his grip, and stood up; grabbing the
bag of things we had bought today. I would have run, but, being financially
dependent on someone left me little option on where to go. I wanted to hear
him say it. I wanted him to say what I was, what I meant to him, what he
wanted from me.

Guillo looked up at me, no longer concerned with Carlos. "He is not my
boyfriend; it was four years ago, we just played around a few times, it was
before I knew you. Please sit down," he begged.

"Aniel, my what?" I asked him, my eyes filling with tears, wanting an
answer. "What am I? Am I that?," I said, pointing at Carlos angrily.

"Baby, please sit down," Guillo whispered and looked at the floor.

Carlos turned to me, "See? He's a dog, always has been, never could admit to
himself what he is, much less the world."

"You shut the fuck up," Guillo roared at Carlos as he stood up, left cash on
the table, grabbed my arm and pulled us down the street. When we crossed the
crowded plaza, and ducked into a secluded alley, Guillo let go of my arm. He
paced for a few seconds, his face growing hot with anger. He punched the
wall and cursed. I leaned back against the other side of the alley, and
sniffled, staring at him.

"Why are you so ashamed of me?" I began. He stopped pacing, looked at me
confusedly, and moved in to hold me against his chest. I placed my arms
around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Is that what you think? I'm ashamed of you? I love you. I do all of this to
protect you, so you won't get killed. People like Carlos end up dead,
flaunting their life for everyone to see. He will never have a good job or a
family. Do you want us to be poor? For my family to reject us like yours
rejected you?" he ranted, setting me down on a box.

"You don't know my family," I yelled.

"I know they don't want you." He retorted coldly.

I was stunned by his comment. How dare he talk about my family like that? I
know my parents were not dealing well with this, but someday they would come
around. He had never even met them. I was tired of this shit.

"I don't want to be around you right now," I said.

"Where are you going to go?" he said with half a smirk.

"I'm going home, and you can go to hell," I said, wiping my eyes on the back
of my hand.  I pushed past him, as he stared, shocked that I had spoken to
him in such a manner. He found his senses shortly, and ran after me, pulling
me down onto a park bench at the entrance to the busy plaza. I stared at
him, eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into him, holding me tight.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into my ear, "I know it hurts to think about
your family, but I'm your Daddy now, they rejected you, I chose you. They
don't care about you, I love you. You are my baby boy; I am all the family
you need."

I buried my head into his chest, not caring who saw it. We had lived
together for a year, and he had hurt me more in the last two days than in
that entire time.

"Let's go home," he said, standing up while holding onto me, "I want to show
you something." The entire way back to the house, he held my hand firmly,
knowing that this was important. When we got home, he told me to sit while
he ran into our room, coming back with his work bag.

"You said you weren't working this weekend," I whined. He put his finger to
my lips to silence me, and sat down next to me on the couch. Pulling me into
his lap, he fished his black leather organizer from the bag. He set it in my
lap as I looked up at him expectantly. I wasn't allowed to go into his work
bag, not that I had any interest. He opened it in my lap with both arms
around me. It was a big organizer that had a notebook inside and pockets for
all of his cards and business junk. He flipped to the back which was just a
leather panel, and pulled gently on a half inch black ribbon. The back panel
opened up and inside was plastered with pictures, of me! They weren't
recent; there was a picture of my first birthday with all of my family
around me looking at a cake. There was a picture of the time when I was five
and my sister's put makeup all over my face. I was smiling up at the camera
looking like a tiny whore. There were about ten pictures of me, and the last
one was of Guillo holding me in his lap at a party we went two the weekend
after he found me.

"Where did you get these?" I questioned.

"From your mom," he said, petting my tummy lightly.

"When did you see my mom? Did she ask about me? Why didn't you tell me about
this?" I probed.

"A month after I got you, I went to see your family to work things out. Your
brothers and father were apparently fans of mine, and invited me in. I
talked to your mom and dad about taking you in and adopting you. I told them
that I was sending you to the best of schools and they had nothing to worry
about. They thanked me for taking you in, but said that you were not welcome
there for being gay. I told them that I knew about it, and I would take care
of you anyways. Then I asked for some pictures of you, and your mom gave me
a few. That was it." Guillo said.

I was shocked, "So they know where I am? They didn't want to see me?" I
questioned.

"Aniel, baby, I'm your family. They didn't want you because of who you are.
I will always take care of you, you have a home."

I leaned into his chest, and cried until I fell asleep in his arms.

When I woke up, I was alone, under the covers of the bed we shared. Loud
thumping music was coming from the living room, the sun had gone down and
darkness filled the room. I stumbled out of bed, and realized I was naked. I
found some skimpy blue briefs in our bag, and a pair of soft flannel lounge
pants. Shivering from the cool windy night air coming through the open
window, I pulled on my hooded sweatshirt, and ventured out to find Guillo.
At the end of the long hallway was a closed door with light streaming
underneath it. I made my way quietly to the door, not that anyone would hear
me over the music. When I opened the door to the living room, I saw all of
Guillo's family sitting around the living room, laughing, talking, and
eating. I scanned the room, but didn't see him. His sister was the first to
notice me, and yelled for him.

"Guillermo, the kid is up," she hollered into the kitchen. He popped his
head out and smiled at me.

"Aniel, they wanted to surprise us, they all showed up when you were
napping," he yelled over the music, waving me to his side. I smiled at
everyone and padded quickly into the kitchen where he was sitting on a
barstool talking to his mother, aunts, and grandmother. He pulled me up into
his lap, as his mother glared at me, assessing every inch of my frame.

"You aren't feeding him," she observed to Guillo, who held me tight,
protectively, "If he doesn't eat he won't grow, you want him to be tiny
forever?" She threw up her hands, then grabbed a plate of cookies and set
them beside me on the counter.

"We fight about it everyday; he just doesn't want to eat. The doctor said he
is healthy. I try, I do." He assured his mother, taking a cookie and putting
it in my hands. I wasn't hungry, nor did I enjoy being talked about as if I
weren't there, but I didn't want to be rude, so I bit off a small piece and
chewed it, making polite nods to indicate that I liked it.

"Hmm," his mother grunted, not entirely satisfied, "I have a girl I want you
to meet."

I stared up at him and smiled, knowing how much this irritated him.

"Oh yes," I said to his mother, smiling, "Daddy needs a girlfriend." I felt
him pinch me hard on the butt as his mother smiled and nodded at me.

"She is so nice, a little chunky, but great personality, she will give me
lots of grandkids!," his mother exclaimed, patting me on the knee.

"I'm not interested," Guillo insisted, "besides, I can't leave Aniel alone,
he is only sixteen. I don't want him getting into trouble."

"Nonsense! He can take care of himself, can't you baby?" she petted my hair
and smiled, as I nodded and laughed. By now, Guillo was tickling me hard,
and I squirmed out of his lap, and backed away from him.

The family had already eaten, so Guillo took a small plate of chicken
taquitos from the fridge and warmed it up for me. I ate in the living room,
in his lap, on one of the big leather couches, as his family sat around
catching up on all of the gossip about the relatives who weren't there to
defend themselves. I listened about Andrea's new implants and who paid for
them for thirty minutes before I went back to sleep in Guillo's arms,
snuggled into his chest.

Later that night, I woke up to a silent house. I was naked again, but this
time we were in a different room and a smaller bed. I got up to go find a
bathroom, slipping on the pajama bottoms I had worn earlier. I made my way
out to the hallway, and found a bathroom, peed, washed up, and went back
into the hallway again. My eyes had adjusted to the light of the bathroom,
and the hallway was a sea of darkness. This was quite a big house, and I
couldn't remember which door I had come out of.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself, stumbling around in the darkness. Finally, my
hand hit a metal doorknob, and I decided to turn it. I went into the room,
which was lit dimly by the moon. This looked familiar to me, so I made my
way to the bed. I didn't want to get naked, just incase, but I saw a
familiar, muscular dark figure laying across the bed, and thought it might
be Guillo. I got closer to the figure, and reached out to feel the soft dark
skin. It felt like him. I whispered, "Guillo," softly, no movement. I pushed
a little harder on the figure, and it stirred, sitting up slightly. Eyes met
mine, and I knew it wasn't him.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry," I apologized.

"You have the wrong room baby," the man spoke. It was Alejandro, Guillo's
cousin. He sat up, and turned on the bedside light. I looked over his body,
realizing that he had no clothes on. In his lap was the biggest soft cock I
had ever seen. Ok, so I have only seen Guillo's, my own, and a guy I played
around with when I lived with my family, but this was big. He noticed me
staring, and quickly moved to cover up with the blanket. I blushed, but he
smiled, and reached out to stroke my face. I backed up slowly, blushing
more.

"Why are you embarrassed?" he asked, swinging around, setting his feet on
the floor, exposing his entire body to me.

"I was looking for Guillo," I apologized again, backing up a little farther.
Alejandro stood up, closing in on me. His cock began to awake, and the
enormous tool grew longer. My eyes grew wide, and I tried to keep them on
his face, as I backed up and reached for the door. His hand flew past me and
landed hard against the door. I heard the door open in the hallway, and
Guillo's voice calling for me. Alejandro pulled me into him, and put his
hand over my mouth as I yelped. He backed us up, towards the bed, and
reached down with his free hand to turn off the lamp.

"Stay still, don't talk," Alejandro commanded as he held me firmly, his hard
cock pressing into my back.

"Aniel?" Guillo called from the hallway, this time a little louder.

I tried to bite his hand, and I squirmed, but he held me firmly. "MMMM," I
yelled, muffled by Alejandro's hand. Guillo knocked on the door to the room.
Maybe he saw the light turn off, or heard me, but I knew he would find me.

"What do you want?" called Alejandro.

"Have you seen Aniel?" Guillo replied.

"No, I haven't seen your little faggot, now go away." Alejandro said flatly.

"What?" Guillo called, turning the doorknob. Alejandro pushed me down onto
the bed, covering me in the blankets, keeping his hands on my mouth, and sat
down next to me. Guillo came in the room, and looked at him, sitting naked
with his cock pointing out.

"Did I catch you at a hard, er bad time?" Guillo joked.

"Get the fuck out of here, I don't have your little faggot boy, so leave."
Alejandro growled.

"What the fuck got into you?" Guillo said, walking towards the bed. I tried
to move around under the covers and mmmmm some more. "And what is under the
covers?"

"Nothing, I got a girl, ok, get out, please." Alejandro pleaded.

"Oh, let me see her," Guillo asked, his interests peaked.

"Um no, she's shy, go away," Alejandro lied, holding me tightly.

I kicked hard against the bed, and bit down on Alejandro's hand. "Ow,
Fuck!," he yelled.

"I don't like the look of this," Guillo said, and moved to the bed, pulling
up the covers. I reached out for him, and he pushed Alejandro off of me,
lifting me off the bed into his arms. "What the fuck dude?  He is just a
kid, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Nothing you haven't done, you sick prick. He's just a street slut, what do
you care if I borrow him for awhile." Alejandro shot back.

Guillo set me down on the floor behind him, pushed me out of the room, and
shut the door. I heard a loud thud, and Alejandro crying out for him to
stop. "I was just kidding, dude, get the fuck off of me." He pleaded. And
then, silence. Guillo opened the door, took my hand, shut the door behind
us, locked it, and led me back to bed.

"See?" he said to me, "I always take care of you." He pulled the covers back
for me to get in, and then settled in next to me, holding on tight.