Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2009 11:43:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jorge Papi 9

Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 18 year old Russian male and
this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy
because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments,
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Notes- I hope you enjoy this chapter of the story. Its a lot longer than
my others but oh well.ENJOY! =D


  As I sit in the airport awaiting my flight I can't help but hang my
head in my lap and quietly weep. It's tearing me up inside knowing
that I didn't even get the chance to tell Jorge goodbye. After
checking my phone every five minutes just to see I have no alerts I
pretty much gave up. He wasn't going to call me. Or even text me. It
would probably hurt him too much to say goodbye but at least give me
the closure. Now I have the burden of a broken heart and nobody in
sight to mend the pain. I felt my father gently rub on my back doing
his best to console me.
"Cheer up Chris once we get to Paris I'm sure you'll feel much better!"
"No dad. I'll never feel much better. Congratulations on fucking my
life up." I said in a vindictive tone beneath sadness. He rougly
pulled my head up by my hair and gave me a cold stare.
"Now you listen to me young man, I've done nothing but give you the
best and you are guarenteed a successful life with the careers that me
and your mother have. So suck up them fucking tears!"
  I said nothing. Just held my head down and walked away to the
bathroom the freshen up.
"Chris where are you going?"
"Baņo."
"What?"
"Bathroom dad."
  When I got into the incredibly large bathroom I looked around and
thought it was completely empty. As the cold water splashed my face I
heard foot steps slowly getting louder. I turned around to see nothing
but some bathroom stalls and went back to splashing my face. When I
was going towards the exit somebody grabbed me from behind and dragged
me into a stall. I did my best of kicking, screaming, and swinging
hoping somebody would come to my rescue or at least this stranger
would let me go in peace. He finally slammed his hand over my mouth
and then I worked up the courage to see it was Jorge.
"Papi you scared the shit out of me."
"I know and I'm sorry but when I got your text I couldn't talk. I just
had to get to you."
"Ok well let's just get this over with. No tears okay?"
"There won't be any tears cause you're not going anywhere."
"How are you gonna keep me from getting on my plane?"
"Simple we just walk out the airport. This place is huge your dad
won't be able to find us."
"And how do you know he won't skip the flight to come look for me?"
"I'm betting on a lucky hunch."
"Jorge I can't do this I have to go." I said as I walked out the stall
holding back my tears.
  I felt him grab my arm and bring me into his warm embrace. He just
held me in his arms and stared at my eyes with a deep intensity.
"Chrissy why is it that everytime something gets hard between us you
want to just leave?"
"I don't want to get hurt that's all."
"What do I have to do to let you know i'm not gonna hurt you? How can
I prove that I love you? Why can't you trust me Chrissy?"
  I was left dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say, do, or anything
else. But at this point was there anything I could do?
"Chrissy I'm leaving this in your hands. If you love me and really
trust me you will leave this airport with me. If you're too afraid of
being in a relationship and can't trust anyone then you can get on
that plane and just forget about everything we had."
  I heard a feminine voice come over the intercom reporting that my
flight was close to departure. I peeked outside of the bathroom to the
area of where me and my dad were sitting. I saw him walking to that
little hallway to the plane. The fact that he didn't even come bother
looking for me hurt a little but I was going to be fine. I walked over
to that little area to see a note next to a new teddy bear in my chair.
"To my son Chris, I don't know what happened or where we went wrong
but it did happen. I'm sorry I was never the dad you wanted. I'm sorry
I was never there to teach you to ride a bike or throw a football. I'm
sorry I was never there for you when you needed me the most. Despite
the fact that I provided for you and always gave you the best things
money could buy I can only feel as though I failed you as a
father. As I board this plane I want you to know I dearly love and
cherish you Chris. You are the absolute pearl of my life. Everytime I
went away for business you were always on my mind. And I'm deeply
sorry that I didn't make it more obvious just how much I cared for
you. Maybe you can come visit me one day or I can come visit you.
Either way enjoy your life son, and know I will still continuously
provide for you even if I drive myself into serious debt. Oh and Chris
I already know about you and Jorge. Eric explained everything to me
over the phone as I sat in this chair awaiting your arrival. I
couldn't bring myself to making you abondon your one true love. Live a
wonderful and prosperous life. I love you Chris."
  That note touched my heart in so many ways and seeing that teddy
bear just made this moment all the better.
"I love you to dad."
  As I sat in the chair holding the note and teddy bear in my hand I
gave my all trying not to cry. No matter how hard I forced myself to
keep those tears inside they just instantly bursted out of me. My head
once again fell into my lap and I felt alone in my sorrow despite the
fact Jorge was there doing the best he could to console me. But
unfortunately this was a pain that only I could heal from, he knew
nothing about it. He had a stay at home mother and his father gets
money off of royalties from when he was a child actor. So not only are
his parents technically unemployed they still make tons of money and
they're always going on these little family trips to only god knows
where.
"Chrissy do you want to leave now?"
  I didn't say anything. I just quickly put a cease to my sobbing and
got up with the teddy bear and note in a strong embrace. The walk out
of the airport and to my car was a long one. Me and Jorge didn't say a
word but he knew now was not a good time for communication. I jumped
in my truck and as I was sitting in the driver's seat Jorge was
assuring me that it wasn't safe for me to drive in my condition.
"Papi what am I doing? You act like I'm drunk driving I'm just a
little upset. Nobody will be ran over and I'll go to your house just
fine."
"Whats wring with your house?"
"You know what happens when people move out the country? They sell
their house. Ass."
"Just asking, no need to be so rude."
"Can you back up sir?"
  When he backed up I slammed the door in front of his face, started
my truck and drove away. I didn't want to go to his house as a matter
of fact I didn't want to go anywhere. Today was a day I needed to be
alone so instead of driving to jorge's house I just drove around New
York City all night drowning my sorrow in loud music and fast food.
When I stopped at the red light I felt a vibration between my thighs.
It felt amazing at first so I just sat back and relaxed. Then I
realized it was my phone so I answered to hear Jorge's soothing voice.
"Chrissy where the fuck are you?"
"Er um Brooklyn, Bronx I don't know."
"Why the hell aren't you here?!"
"Because I want to be alone! Don't get your panties in a bunch I'll be
at your house before 7 am."
"Its 4 am. I want you here now!"
"Sheesh. So possesive."
"Damn right, you're mine so get your ass here!"
"Wait a minute patna' I'm yours?"
"Are you with anyone else?"
"No."
"Then who owns that ass?"
"The mailman with the shaved legs."
"Hardy har har and who else?"
"Eh you."
"Could you put some soul into it next time?"
"Dude what the fuck I'm not no Aretha Franklin I'm a damn Canadian!
Not a lot of soul in my blood."
"Whatever where are you?"
"My truck."
"More specifically please."
"The driver seat of my truck."
"Yo where the fuck you at cause now I'm getting mad!"
"Why so serious?"
"Cause you so fucking aggravating I swear! Every fucking day you
always wanna act like some fucking little ass diva! Why don't you ever
just shut the fuck up for once?!"
"I'm sorry did you say something? Just went through a tunnel." I knew
exactly how to push Jorge's buttons and it was something I enjoyed
doing very much. Whenever he got mad at me the sexual tension would
have a dramatic increase and I could tell he wanted to pounce on me
and let me know just who's the boss in this relationship.
"Chrissy I swear to god. One day, one day I'm just gonna lose my mind
and break your freaking neck."
"And guess what? On that same day I'm gonna get in my truck and run
your parents over one time, two times, three times, four. How much
longer until my tires get sore!"
"Is that supposed to be fucking funny?"
"Well it was to me so I don't care if you're not laughing."
"Get here. Now."
"I'll get there when I get there."
"That fucking mouth. I hate you Christiano."
"Papi stop!"
"Whats wrong?"
"Suck my 3rd dick Jorge." And I hung up.
  As I pulled up into Jorge's I couldn't believe he was actually
sitting on the porch waiting for me. Sitting there under that one
light his body looked positively magnificent. He wasn't rocking any
type of top so his rock hard light golden brown 6 pack was clearly
visible. Of course he had on gym shorts which gave me another great
view of his massive slab of meat laying quietly on his chisled leg. I
didn't walk anywhere near him I just leaned my body on the porch rail
and stared at him with a deep admiration.
"So are you going to invite me in or is this my new official home?"
"Come here Chrissy."
"No."
  He didn't say a word to me. Just got up and yanked me by my hair
and had me pressed up against the screen door. After thinking about
putting up a fight I instead decided to just grind my butt into his
lap. He pulled on my hair even tighter and started to nibble on my
ear. I pushed him off me then walked slowly into the house with Jorge
holding my hand. I felt him tug on my arm right before he pushed me on
the couch and layed on top of me. Everytime he kissed he would go up
north and whisper all the things he wanted to do to me.
"Get off of me!" I yelled in joy.
"No."
"Rape!"
"I'll do that to you."
  As he layed on my back he gently nibbled on my ears and I grinded
ny butt into over that huge cock. I could feel him getting harder with
each passing second and he was starting to bite down with more force
on my ears. The more I grinded, the harder he got. I flipped myself so
that Jorge was on the bottom and I was on the top and I began to
slowly rub his chest.
"Take it off." He told me in that strong accent obviously talking
about his shorts.
  For the sake of going the extra mile I untied his shorts with my
teeth and then pulled them down off of his legs. He was about to say
something else but I slipped my finger into his mouth and he
surprisingly sucked on it. As my finger stayed in his mouth I used my
free hand to pull then his boxers and saw that big slab of meat pop
out in excitement. It looked even bigger than the last time I've seen
it. His cock was standing full attention at 11 inches and was as thick
as my arm, or a flashlight to be more precise. His huge balls layed
nestled in between his thighs and boy they are definetly huge. As big
as golf balls and his sack was hanging low just the way I like it.
  I moved down for the kill and took the head into my warm mouth. By
this time I had removed my finger from his mouth and was using both of
my hands to slowly jerk his shaft. I could hear his moaning growing
louder as I swirled my tongue all around the head. Jorge ran his hands
through my hair, which was flowing a lot longer now because I haven't
gotten a cut in two months, and pushed my head down deeper onto his
cock. By the time he had finished pushing down I only had gotten half
the shaft into my mouth and was already gagging. It felt like I had
one of those long Arizona Ice Tea cans in ny mouth.
"Deeper Chrissy."
  I did as he requested and tried my best to get the whole thing in
my mouth. It took me a couple of times to do it and after a while I
was just bobbing up and down with a fast pace while Jorge was whipping
his head around in passion. When I finally got the entire huge penis
into my throat I kept it in there for seconds at a time and then came
up off it for a quick breath then right back down for more. I could
tell he was enjoying this as his moans were loud enough to fill the
house and he kept pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.
  When I came back up for another breath I didn't go back down. Joge
flipped me so my head was laying off the couch and he was standing
over me. He bent his legs a little so his cock could lay on my face
and I tried to lick it but whenever I stuck my tongue out he would
move his cock in a playful manner.
"Come on Chrissy I know you can get it."
"Stop moving it and I'll get it."
"Say ahh baby."
  When I opened my mouth all the way he leaned over me, bent his cock
down so it hovered over my mouth, then I shoved it right in me with
full force. Luckily I had ready adjusted myself and was well prepared
for the face fuck I was about to receive. With no breaks he pounded
his massive cock deep into my throat and the sound of his big balls
slapping against my attention was getting me hornier by the second. He
pulled his cock out so it was right over my lips and I slowly licked
up and down on the shaft. He then put his hands on the coffee table
and his feet up on the couch so he was in push up position.
  With that I opened my mouth in that wide 'ahh' position and he
dropped his cock into me with the force as if he had just lost balance
and fell. At first I felt like I was going to vomit but that feeling
went away when he pulled up. Boom! The feeling came back as his entire
cock was down my throat and he gently grinded it into my mouth. I
surpressed that weird feeling and bit down on his cock. I heard guys
love that and it was definetly true for Jorge because I could see his
legs shiver a little everytime I bit down. Not to mention his nonstop
moaning and groaning. But I grew tired of this blowjob I was giving.
Funny thing I actually hate sucking dick even though Jorge says I'm
damn good at it. I used my legs to move my body forward so his cock
could pop out. He didn't have to say a word but I knew he would anyway
so I said something before he could. I leaned close to his ear and
whispered something seductive along the lines of "take me papi."
  He wasted no time in doing what I said. He jumped off the couch and
when he was standing upright he pulled my shirt, pants, and boxers
off. I didn't want him to waste anytime on that unnecessary stuff that
can be done later. I wanted that massive cock in my ass now and I
wanted it rough. I shifted on the couch so my knees were plunged into
the cushions and I was waving my butt in the air. He poured warm baby
oil down the crack and on my ass and smoothly rubbed it in.
  I felt his hands abondon my ass which then got introduced with his
enlarged penis head. After some slow yet deep strokes I was finally
able to take his massive penis all the way up my hole in a mixture of
pleasure of pain. He quickened the pace by a little but fuck it! I
wanted him to plow right through me.
"Fuck me papi."
"What you want?"
"Fuck me papi!"
"What the fuck you want?!"
"Fuck me papi!!"
  Before I could even say it again he pulled his cock out so the head
was right on my hole and then rammed it right in me. Then he pulled
out so the head was on the hole and rammed it back in. He repeated
this process over and over again but I didn't are because the
sensation was driving me up a wall. He was doing this for some minutes
and everytime he did it I let out a miniscule scream because it felt
just so damn good. On the last stroke in which he pulled out he shoved
his finger into my hole and finger fucked me with a passion.
  One finger, two fingers, three fingers oh wee. How many more will
be in me? But anyway I now had three fingers ravaging my still tight
as a virgin hole. I wanted to let out a scream of passion but Jorge
had his tongue deep into my mouth giving my a lifetime's worth of
kisses. I reached back to pull his hands out my ass but then he backed
up a little so his dick was out of reache and plunged his tongue into
my empty hole. Oh yes! As soon as I felt his tongue swirling around
inside I couldn't help but groan life a dying baby cow. He would use
his middle finger to open my hole and just tongue fuck me. At this
point I had already collasped onto the couch and was squirming around
like the first time Jorge ate my ass out. He was doing his best to
hold me still but that wasn't doing anything to make me stop. I felt
his fat tongue running up and down the crack of my ass, whenever he
got to my hole he would always finger fuck it first and then tongue it
for the kill. The way he twisted, swirled, and twirled his tongue in
me had me cringing because of the over abundance of pleasure I was
getting.
  As he removed his tongue he ran his finger up my crack one last
time, pulled me up so my ass was waving in the air, and slammed his
big dick right in my hole with no warming. I let out a series of
screams of pain but that didn't hinder Jorge from ravaging my hole.
His balls were slapping against my thighs with a force that made them
sound like a round of applause. He was pulling onto my arms as his
cock pounded me a thunderous force. When I thought he couldn't go any
harder he hoisted his feet onto the couch and positioned my hands
behind the couch, placed his hands on my shoulder and went in for it.
I could feel feel his huge cock plunging deep into my insides as if he
were fucking me damn near my liver.
"Fuck me papi!" I yelled out in an instant of pleasure.
"Who's ass is this?" he exclaimed right back at me.
  And I whispered "its yours" I was perfectly capable of saying it
louder but whenever I whispered Jorge would only fuck me harder and
talk more which made me even hornier.
"Ight you can't talk huh Chrissy?"
  And with that sad he placed his feet down onto the floor and
pistoned his cock into my hole. I couldn't stop screaming from
pleasure but that's fine because he loved when I did it. I felt him
wrap his both of his fists around my hair and fuck me senseless. At
this point I still had my hands gripped tightly on the top of the
couch and this was a good thing because every now and again Jorge
would ram his cock so deep in my he that his legs were hanging above
the floor.
"Oh shit!" I screamed every time he plunged his big dick inside of me.
He had me moaning, screaming and groaning and I had no idea how he
could fuck so hard for so long. He pulled his cock out and I collasped
into the couch trying to regain my composure. I just laid there for a
few seconds allowing my hole to realign itself back with the rest of
my body and I felt Jorge flip me on the couch onto my back. He split
my legs wide open and pushed them upwards so my hole was back into the
air awaiting his enticing member to come in. And then plunge!
  I wanted to scream but the sound just wouldn't come out. At this
point Jorge was fucking my brains out and I couldn't even think
straight. I heard him saying the dirtiest things to me and I wanted to
reply so bad but I couldn't get my brain to make my body do anything
except hold on to Jorge's neck and pant like a dog. His dick was so
fucking huge and he was hitting me so hard I just couldn't take this
pleasure any longer. Without ever touching myself I shot load after
load of warm sperm all over my stomach, chest, and it even shot up to
my face. At that moment I thought Jorge would explode to. But seeing
me cum all over myself only made him hornier as he began to fuck me
harder than before. Over the fast creaking of the couch I could hear
the loudness of his balls slapping against me. His amazingly quick and
deep strokes slowed down to deep and hard strokes and I could tell he
was nearing his sexual climax. As he got closer to releasing his loud
he decided to pick up the pace and go back to piledriving my hole yet
again.
"Ah fuck I'm gonna cum!" and the moment he finished that line he did
it. I felt stream after stream of hot sperm quickly fill my hole. He
released so much sperm I could tell it was leaking out of me even
though his cock was still in. As he pulled out I felt a slight
sensation and his cum flooded out of me and onto the towel that was
already placed over the couch cushions.
  I watched Jorge walk off into wherever he was going and I couldn't
help but want to go for round two. But I was far too tired and I
gently flipped myself onto my stomach to drift off to sleep.
  The next morning I woke up to see myself rocking bright blue gym
shorts and a wife beater. Who the hell had clothed me? And I looked
under the top to see that I had been thoroughly wiped clean. I looked
over to see Jorge paying deep attention to the television as he drunk
whatever was in his cup.
"Who clothes do I have on?"
"Mine." He stated without even glancing in my direction.
"Aw I can wear your clothes now papi?"
"Well your poor you have to wear my clothes."
"If that's your idea of a joke. Go to hell!"
"I'll go only if you go Chrissy."
"Stay trying to be like me! Damn you my son."
"Fuck outta here I run it lil nuts."
"Stupid bitch where's my coffee?"
"Who you calling a bitch?" he asked me in an angered voice.
"You mo'fucka!"
  He ran over to where I was laying and jumped on my back to put me
in a headlock position.
"Say uncle!"
"No!! Get off!" I was already pleading
"Say fucking uncle!"
"No!"
  I felt him grab my hair and pull on it as tight as he could and
damn it hurt.
"Uncle!" I screamed in pain.
"Better had punk."
  He didn't even get off of me. He just layed on top of me gently
rubbing all around on my butt and occasionally biting my ear. I wonder
what we were going to do next.