Date: Thu, 09 Dec 2004 00:14:22 -0600
From: Aniel <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: aniel and guillo 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. I am 21 years old. I
live in Austin, TX with my boyfriend/husband/whatever you call it of five
years. I am originally from Monterrey, MX. Arriba El Norte! If you send me
an email, tell me where you are from!
Check out my other story, What Jamie Bought under adult youth

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Aniel and Guillo 4
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The next morning, Guillo stayed home from work and I stayed home from
school. Mostly, we stayed in bed. It had been a long time since we spent a
whole day in bed, naked, together. I woke up at about 9, and made us a
breakfast of quesadillas, and a bowl of yogurt and cereal mixed together. We
watched the morning shows, cuddled together under the covers. Guillo fell
asleep again just before noon, and his cell phone vibrated on the side
table.

Reaching across him, I picked it up and answered with a Hello.

"Who is this? Aniel? Where is Guillermo?" Jose asked.

"He is napping, what do you need?" I hated Jose.

"Oh, never mind, tell him to check the mail, I sent over some things." Jose
said and then hung up.

I crawled out from Guillo's arms and went out to the front door to look for
mail. There was a long fat brown paper envelope on the doormat. I took it
inside, and crawled back to bed. I nuzzled Guillo, and he stirred as I set
the envelope onto his chest. He sat up, stretched, and looked it over.

"Jose just called, he wants you to open it," I said, pawing at it.

"Oh, I will.... Um... this is private stuff, I'm just going to put it in my desk
and look later." Guillo said, jumping out of bed. He grabbed the envelope
and walked off to the office, his heavy cock swinging between his thighs. Ok
now I was super curious, but he wouldn't want me following him. A few
minutes later, Guillo came back into the room, slipped under the covers, and
pulled me into his chest.

"You finished your breakfast?" he asked suddenly, opening one eye.

"Yes Daddy," I joked, pointing to my empty plate on the bedside table.
He smiled, rubbed my hair softly, and went back to his nap. His left arm was
around my waist, holding me onto his chest. This made it difficult to escape
without him waking up so I could go snoop. I took my stuffed lion and eased
it under his hand, he stirred a bit, but left didn't move the animal, this
raised his arm up a little, enough for me to limbo under. I waited a few
minutes before doing this, so he could get back to sleep. I wiggled out, and
tip toed down to his office, shutting the door behind me.

There was no yellow envelope in sight. I looked inside the drawers of his
desk, on his shelves, in the closet, nothing. Kiko, our dog, heard me moving
around, and bounded into the room, licking my hand. Somehow, he knew what I
was looking for, because he went to the door, and pawed at the wall. I
figured what the hell, and followed him. He went into the living room, and
then passed to the dining area, pausing at the table. I looked down under
the table and saw nothing, then I looked up under the table and there it
was, pressed between a crossbar under the table top. I was so excited, like
Nancy Drew. The Secret of the Yellow Envelope.

Inside the envelope was a stack of papers. The first one was an application
with my name on it for the Royal Academy in Madrid. I scanned to the bottom
and found my father's signature. I stared at it, feeling my face grow hot.
The next few papers were my transcripts from my current school, all perfect
scores. After that was a few letters, to me! They were from my father; one
of them was from a week after he threw me out of the house. He said that he
was glad that I found Guillo to take care of me, but he was sorry for what
he did. He wanted me to come back home or call or something.

The next letter was from a week later. He said that he was sorry things had
turned out like they did, but he didn't understand why I didn't want to see
him or talk to him. He begged me to come home and work things out. There
were many more letters, from my mom, my dad, my brothers. They wanted me to
come home and work things out. I was so angry. Guillo had never shown me
these, never mentioned that they wanted to see me.

I took the letters and went into the bedroom, tears streaming down my face.
I threw them down across his chest, and went over to the closet, pulling my
clothes off of the racks. Guillo woke with a start, and saw what I had
found.

"Baby, no, baby, come here," he yelled, jumping out of the bed and running
over to me. He grabbed me, holding me tight against his chest, and tried to
calm me down.

"Do NOT touch me," I yelled, struggling against his arms, "If you were going
to send me to Spain, why didn't you just send me home? They want me, Guillo,
They want me home."

"Baby no, this is your home. I am your Papi, you don't need to go anywhere,
I'm sorry. I should have given those to you, but I was so afraid of losing
you."

I didn't know what to say to him. It made me feel better that he loved me
that much, but he never gave me a choice. I stood there in his arms; finally
he released his tight grip on me.

"What the fuck Guillo?" I said, breaking the silence, "I am so fucking tired
of finding your little secrets. You wanted to sell me, you slept with some
guy before me after telling me you hadn't, you want to send me to Spain, and
now you kept my family from me? You told them I wouldn't see or speak to
them? I need to go somewhere alone and sort this out for awhile."

"No, you're staying here. You were in the hospital last night. I can't let
you wander on your own."

I pulled a pair of jeans on over my briefs, and reached for a t-shirt off
the shelf. I grabbed my jacket, slid on my sandals, and headed for the door.

"No, you are not going anywhere," Guillo said, and pushed me down onto the
bed.

"Fine, I will just wait for you to sleep, and then go. I'm not a prisoner,
am I?" I asked.

Guillo didn't know how to respond to me. He sat down on the bed next to me,
and pulled me into his lap.

"Ok," he said, "We will go see your family together. Just let me get
dressed."

He got dressed very quickly and then called down to the doorman for a taxi
(he didn't want to drive his nice car into my neighborhood). I washed my
face and brushed my hair while he readied himself. He left his watch and
ring on the side table, and slipped his phone into his pocket. On the way
out the door he took a silver gun from a chest on top of a table in the
entryway. I got a little upset about that, but we weren't going into a safe
area of the city and this is a reality in the shadier parts of Mexico City.

As the taxi drove us through my old neighborhood, I sat away from Guillo,
who stretched his arm out and slid it around me casually. The empty lot we
used to play in was not a twelve story apartment building with a group of
teenage guys hovering around on the sidewalk. We pulled up to my house. It
looked so small. It was about 12 feet wide, and sandwiched between taller
houses all crammed against each other. I saw one of my brothers out front on
the sidewalk, sweeping it off. He stopped as the taxi pulled up, and a big
smile swept across his face as I stepped out.

"Baby boy!" He yelled, and pulled me into a tight hug. Rafael (my brother)
pulled me inside and yelled my mom and dad to come down to see me. They were
so surprised, and hugged me. My mom started to cry, and we all sat down
around the living room. In the corner was a new TV, and there were new
chairs. I asked my mom about it, and she said that Guillo had bought them
new furniture and fixed up their kitchen. She gave him a hug and thanked him
for the nice things. She then went on to tell me how my dad had been in the
hospital two months ago and Guillo paid for it all. "Such a saint, this
boy," she said, patting him on the arm.

We stayed for a few hours, my mom made a big dinner, and my brothers ate
with us when they came home from work. Guillo was happy to see me eating,
but looked awkward and nervous in my house. I sat on the couch next to him
the whole time, but he didn't put his arm around me or touch me. I took
Guillo upstairs to see the room I grew up in and shared with my three
brothers. They had kept my things on the shelves where I left them. Guillo
looked through my photo albums and thumbed through my diary. He laughed at
all the pictures of sexy guys I had cut out of newspapers and magazines and
glued into little collages in my diary.

He sat on the top bunk that I used to sleep in, and I laid in front of him,
showing him pictures from my childhood. It was so weird, my bed was just as
I left it, except that the sheets and blanket and pillow had been washed. It
also felt weird to have him in my bed. I hadn't shared it with a guy. When I
was a kid and got scared, I would climb into my brother's bed below me and
curl up with him, but I never had a guy with me in my own bed. I hadn't
forgiven him for all the lies, but I laid back against his chest trying to
enjoy the moment. When we finished, the sun had set, and it was almost 9.

"We should go home," Guillo said.

"I... I think...," I stammered, "I want to stay here."

"No, baby, FUCK! I knew you would do this, please, don't do this, not
tonight," Guillo begged.

"This is my home," I said, glad that I wasn't facing him, "Just for a few
days, so I can get to know them again, please."

My brother, Altair, walked in right then, and smiled up at us.

"Altair," I called, "Is it ok if I stay here for a few days?"

"Yes, of course," he said grinning at Guillo.

"No, I think he should come back home with me, he has school tomorrow,"
Guillo replied, talking over me.

"If Aniel wants to stay, then he will stay. If you have a problem with that,
you can talk to the family. I can take him to school in the morning on my
way downtown," Altair said with a serious look on his face, "If you need to
go home, Guillo, then you can go, but Anito stays."

"No, I just think he... well... he has his toothbrush and his things at home,"
Guillo reasoned. My other brothers had filed into the room, wondering what
we were up to. Then my dad came in, pretending like he had other reasons
than to spy on what I was doing.

"Papi," I said to my father, "I want to stay here for a few days."

My father and brothers all agreed excitedly. Guillo tightened his hold
around my waist, pulling me back into his chest.

"Fine," He whispered into my ear, "but I will see you tomorrow." He kissed
the back of my head and slid off the bed, down the ladder, and stood next to
the bed, staring into my eyes. He took an old teddy bear of mine off the
shelf and placed it in the bed next to me, leaned in to kiss me on the
cheek, and then said goodbye to my family. My dad told me to go shower and
get ready for bed since I had school the next morning. I smiled, missing his
little imperatives, and got down off of my bed, looking around for my old
clothes. I found a pair of briefs in my drawer, and an old t-shirt that
belonged to my brother to sleep in. I went and showered, got dressed for
bed, and then climbed up into my bunk, holding my teddy bear and climbing
under the covers.

I didn't fall asleep. I couldn't. I had forgotten how noisy the small house
was. Soon, Altair, Rafael, and Javier (now ages 22, 20, and 18) came in to
get ready for bed. They turned on the lights, stripped down to their boxers,
and crawled into their own beds. I looked across at Altair on his top bunk.
He was turned to the wall. I looked down and across to Rafael, and smiled as
he stared at me. The lights were turned off, but we all started talking in
the dark.

"So," began Javier from below me, "You live in Polanco? That's for rich
fuckers, you have a big house?"

"Yeah, it is all right, about three bedrooms, a big patio with a view of the
skyline, and a housekeeper who cleans three days a week. Oh, and we have a
dog." I said, realizing how snobby I sounded.

"That dude is loaded, he has a BMW, right?" Asked Rafael.

"Um, yeah, he does, he has a good job. It takes care of stuff for us." I
said, shyly feeling embarrassed for the rich lifestyle I had gotten used to
and accepted as my own.

"Man, someday I'm going to be rich too," Altair said, "I'm going to get a
big ranch somewhere, get out of this city. You guys go on trips?"

"Um, yeah, we went to Europe, Cuernavaca, the beach, his family has houses
in different places," I said.

"Do you love him?" Javier asked, "You know, like love love."

"Yeah, I do, I think I do," I answered unsure, "He takes care of me, and I
never have to worry about anything, he just keeps secrets sometimes, and
that makes me mad. Like telling you guys that I didn't want to see you, and
then telling me that he didn't know anything about my family."

"That fucker," said Javier, "Still, he gives us money every month. I guess
that's worth you getting fucked every now and then. We call it the Aniel
rental fee." Javier laughed and  kicked at the bottom of my bed, and the
mattress jumped with me on it. "You feel weird sleeping alone?" He asked. I
answered yes, and he told me to come down and share with him.

I crawled into Javier's bed which was slightly larger than mine. He pulled
me into his chest, and ran his hands up and down my back. I am the youngest,
and Javier is the next to youngest (18). He had a girlfriend, or he did the
last time I saw him. As Rafael and Altair began snoring soundly on their
beds, Javier leaned in and we talked in whispers.

"Do you like it when he fucks you?" He asked softly, running his hand over
my ass.

"Yeah," I whispered, breathing deeply as his finger poked playfully against
my hole.

"You haven't grown that much, but you look beautiful," he said, kissing me
softly on the forehead. I don't know why, I was practically married, but my
cock sprang up inside my briefs as his hands explored my body. He had grown
at least six inches since I last saw him, and his once thin body was filled
out with muscles from his job in the warehouse.

I reached down and felt his cock poking out of his boxers. It was so thick,
and curved up to his tummy. He kept whispering what a beautiful little
faggot I was, and how much he wanted to fuck his baby brother. His words
turned me on even more, and I went down below the covers to take his cock in
my mouth. His hands found the back of my head, and he began ramming his cock
in and out of my mouth, moaning softly. I put my hands inside the waistband
of his boxers and slid them down over his hard shaft. He wiggled to release
them from underneath, and I slid them down to his feet. Javier spread his
legs, and pushed my head down onto his cock so that I took it all the way
in. It filled my mouth, and even poked a little at my throat. I was so lost
in the moment, that I didn't notice my other brothers had stopped snoring.

I felt another pair of hands on my body from above the covers. I pulled off
of Javier's cock, much to his protests, and poked my head out from under the
covers to see Altair and Rafael standing over us smiling. Rafael pulled the
covers off of us and threw them across the room. Javier sat up and leaned
against the wall, stroking his cock and trying to pull me back onto him. I
sat up as Altair and Rafael shucked their boxers and moved in to wave their
cocks in my face. Normally I would never do this, but I had dreamed about my
brothers for years, watching them grow up faster than me. Their bodies
developing, it was never uncommon to see their naked bodies lying around the
room after a long day of school or work.

Rafael's cock was the biggest and then Altair and Javier, lastly, of course,
was mine. Rafael stuffed his huge cock into my mouth, and I gagged a little
before relaxing and taking more of it into my mouth. Javier, disappointed,
went behind me and began licking at my ass. He had an expert tongue, like he
had done this before, and worked his way into the deeper parts of me. Altair
slapped the side of my face with his cock, and then rubbed it along my
forehead. I giggled, and pulled off of Rafael's cock, turning to give Altair
the attention he wanted. Rafael was hard now, and stroking himself
dangerously close to my eye. Altair's cock was thinner than Rafael's, and he
began fucking in and out of my face.

Javier worked a spit lubed finger into my ass, and I grinded around on it,
feeling it fill my hole. He leaned over me, finger fucking me, and nibbled
on the back of my neck. Rafael moved under me, and pulled me off of Altair's
cock, pushing my face down to his lips. His tongue invaded my mouth,
exploring my mouth and slamming my tongue down flat. He was a rough kisser,
but his arms held me against him, his hands exploring my back, occasionally
petting around Javier's arms. Javier had now fucked two fingers into me,
working them fast. I relaxed on his fingers as Rafael kissed me. I looked
over at Altair who was jerking his hard cock, excited by the action.

Rafael pushed Javier off of me, picked me up, and flipped me over so that my
ass was point at his face. He slipped his tongue inside me, and forcefully
ate me out. Javier knelt in front of me and fed me his cock, pushing my head
all the way down on it. Altair moved in and knelt beside me on the bed. I
reached for his cock and jerked it for him. He rubbed his hands over my
back. Rafael finished eating my ass, and set me down, crawling out from
under me.

He set me down on all fours, and got behind me. I felt his hands put a warm
sticky lotion around my hole and work inside. Rafael then put the tip of his
cock against my hole and started pressing into me very slowly. He inched
into me slowly, holding my hips firmly in place. Javier began fucking my
face faster, and Altair got next to him on the bed, hitting my face with his
cock. I pulled off of Javier and alternated between the two. They weren't
happy about sharing, but they both apparently needed to get off and weren't
interested in each other. We finally compromised when they both shoved their
cocks into my mouth and I sucked them wildly as Rafael began to fuck me
harder from behind.

Within a few minutes, Javier filled my mouth with cum as his cock jerked and
hit against Altair's. This caused Altair to begin shooting too, and I
swallowed as fast as I could, as Rafael began firing inside my ass. Altair
and Javier moved off the bed to clean up, but Rafael held himself inside me,
reached his hands down and lifted my chest off of the bed, pulling me back
against his chest. He kissed down my neck, and I turned my head as our
tongues met, followed by our lips. Rafael sat back, resting me in his lap as
we continued kissing.

Rafael carried me over to his bed, keeping his cock inside me. I laid down,
sandwiched between his chest and the wall. He held on to me, and we fell
asleep.

I woke up the next morning to Guillo's voice. The room was filled with
light, and my brothers had left the room.

"I thought you slept up there?" Guillo asked suspiciously.

"Oh, yeah, I got cold up there and came down to share with Rafael." I lied.

I don't think he bought it, but he was in no mood to argue. His eyes were
red; he looked like he hadn't slept. His face was stubbly from not shaving,
and he was wearing jeans and a pullover sweater. His hair was messy, but he
was still gorgeous. He sat down next to me on the bed, and rubbed my back.
He set a backpack on the bed next to me.

"Here are some clothes for today, and your school books. I am going to drive
you to school, and then I will pick you up and bring you home, back to our
home," he said cautiously.

"I want to stay here," I said.

"NO!" He yelled, and then calmed his tone, "Aniel, baby, I'm done arguing
with you about this. You belong at home with me in our bed. You can visit
all you want, but I can't sleep without you. I shouldn't have to, you are
mine. Now you get ready for school, and we will talk about this tonight,
ok?"

"I'll think about it, I will, I promise," I said.

"Think about whatever you want, but you are my..." Guillo trailed off.

"Your what?" I questioned. "Your boyfriend? Your husband? You never could
finish that sentence."

Guillo pulled me up into his arms, rubbing his hands over my naked body. He
ran his finger down my ass and felt my hole, still open from Rafael's
massive cock.

"Who fucked you?" He demanded.

"If you can keep secrets, then I can too." I said.

"Oh hell no, this ends now," he yelled, dragging me off of the bed. He
opened my backpack and pulled out my clothes, forcing me into them. He
dressed me in a pair of khaki pants and a blue button up long sleeve shirt
with a leather belt (what I wore to school). He put my shoes in front of me,
and zipped up my bag as I put them on. He pulled me through the house,
letting me stop to hug my mom and dad goodbye, and promising them that they
would see more of me. Then he pulled me out to the car and sped through the
narrow streets leading out of my neighborhood. He looked calm, but I could
tell he was furious.

We didn't speak until we got to my school, he gave me a few dollars and told
me to buy breakfast and lunch and eat all of it, and he would be back at 3
to pick me up. We kissed goodbye in his car while no one was looking, and
then he walked me up to the doors as the first bell rang sending everyone in
a rush to get to class.

At lunch time, he showed up in the cafeteria dressed in a nice business
suit. He had showered and shaved, but still looked tired. He sat next to me,
and pulled a sandwich from his work bag. He sat across from me, working over
some papers as he ate.

"Ok, I'll come home for tonight," I said finally, breaking the silence. He
smiled at me, and patted my hand.

"I'm sorry I got so upset with you this morning. You don't know what I went
through without you. I couldn't sleep. I was so worried you were gone. I
want you to stay." He said nervously.

"I don't know if I can. You have some things to work out with your family
and your own sexuality. You can't think you are the only person worrying
about losing his partner in this relationship. Every time I uncover another
lie or secret, I worry about you leaving me or sending me away."

Guillo set down his sandwich and took both of my hands into his, "What do
you want from me? I will give you anything."

"I want something stable here. I don't want to live in secret and hide from
your family. I want to be a part of your life, not just something you hide
at home," I said.
"Look, go back to class; we will talk about this tonight. I have to get back
to the office, please don't run away. I will pick you up at 3." He said,
packing up his things and patting me on the head.

My afternoon classes dragged on. Finally, I made it to track. I was walking
into the changing area when my coach came towards me. "Guevara (that's me),
You have a note, no track today, go to study hall," she said, handing me the
note. It was from Guillo, telling the school that I was sick and not to let
me run today. I sighed, picked up my backpack and walked down towards study
hall. I looked out the window in the big hallways. There is an old cathedral
across the small street, Basilica San Pedro. I decided to go spend my hour
in there.

I hadn't been to church in over a year. Guillo wasn't religious, but this is
Mexico, so everyone is Catholic if asked. I walked across the street, and
into the church. It was empty, except for an old lady praying on a bench
near the front. I made the sign of the cross and sat down at the back,
staring at the altar. Jesus stared back at me, and I looked away, spotting
the confessional in the corner. I hadn't been in one since the night I got
kicked out. I went over, and sat inside.

The little door slid open, and a nice young sounding priest began to talk to
me. I told him everything, the whole story of the past year. I told him
about the decision I had to make, stay with my family and be myself, or live
as Guillo's hidden pet from his other life. I asked him if I was going to
hell for all of this. I asked him what I should do, and what about the
people I might hurt, including myself.

"It's not your fault," he said simply.

"What do you mean? I did all of this, I...." I started to cry.

"It's NOT your fault... I want you to come with me," he said calmly, "now."

He got up and opened his door, and I followed him. He looked about 20 years
old, but dressed like something from an ancient era. He led me through the
church, down a narrow hallway, and through a door which led to a small room
with a couch, and some musical instruments stacked in the corner. I was
still crying, but trying to hide it, wiping my eyes on my sleeves. He
turned, and put his arms around me, holding me like I was his child. I broke
down, releasing all of the tension and guilt and sadness one can experience
in 16 years of life. He told me to lie down on the couch, on my tummy. I
felt three warm glass circles on my back. I looked at a mirror on the
opposite wall and saw they were candles. He started saying things in a
strange language that I didn't know, and waved an incense stick over my
back. I closed my eyes, smelling sweet flowers. I got lost in his words, and
began to think about a time when I was 9.

It was my dad's birthday, and we went to Chapultapec (a big park with a
castle in the middle of it). My mom had made a lot of food, and my whole
family was there, from grandparents to cousins. My father held me on his
knee while he blew out the candles on his cake, and my uncle played songs on
the guitar.

I snapped back to the present with a burning feeling on the back of my neck.
The priest moved the candles off of my back, and told me to go in piece, I
was free. I didn't know what he meant, but I grabbed my backpack and
stumbled out of the church. The daylight burned my eyes, and I heard Guillo
yelling for me.

"Where have you been? I was waiting for you for half an hour, the school
didn't know where you were, and I was going crazy looking for you. You have
to stop doing this. You promised me." He ranted. I didn't really hear it
all; I rubbed on my neck, and felt a sharp burn.

"What's on my neck, Guillo? It hurts." I mumbled hazily.

"There is a cross, a little green cross," Guillo said, "Where did you go?"

"I went to the church," I said, and a moment of clarity washed over me. "You
love me," I shouted, pointing a finger at him.

He nodded and smiled, "um yeah."

"You love me, but you're afraid of losing your family and business. You
don't care about the money, but you want to give me a good life and you
worry that if you lose everything, and can't give my family money, that they
will take me back or have you arrested for having sex with a minor." I said.

"No, I... Uh... Where is this coming from baby?" Guillo said, looking at me
strangely.

"No, just shut up, I get it now." I said, pulling him towards me and kissing
him. We were right in front of the church beside my school on an open
sidewalk, and I kissed him. His arms wrapped around me, and lifted me off
the ground. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard.

We got into the car and went straight home. We both needed to spend some
time in bed. Guillo made fish and rice for dinner, and we sat together on
the couch, watching one of those old black and white movies. We shared a big
bowl with two forks, and I sat between his legs with my head against his
chest. He had his left arm around my waist, with his hand up my shirt,
rubbing my smooth, flat tummy.

"Baby," I whispered.

"Yes my love?" he said, nibbling on my ear.

"Nothing," I said, "I just wanted to be sure of you."

Guillo continued nibbling on my ear. Damn, he knew my body. He knew that was
the one spot that always got me hard, and made me want him up my ass. We
finished eating as the movie ended, and he was biting softly on my earlobe.

"Mmmmm," he said, pulling off my ear, "Time to reconquer my baby." He
laughed, put the empty bowl aside, and picked me up in his arms.

He carried me to the bedroom, and set me gently on top of the covers. We
spent almost three hours exploring each other's bodies, cumming about three
times each. As I fell asleep on top of his chest, I knew that this was my
man for life. No one knew my body like he did. No one could make me feel as
good or bad as he could. No matter what he had done or hidden, he loved me
like no other. I couldn't go back to that tiny house and leave all of this.
I understood it.

This is kind of the end of the story, unless anyone has any suggestions :)
haha. I am working on other new stories.