Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2004 02:23:33 -0600 (CST)
From: Aniel <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: What Jamie Bought part 1

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual
elements between teens/men.  Any resemblance of the characters or the
events depicted in this story to real life are purely coincidental. If you
are not allowed to read this kind of material for any valid reasons, please
do not continue further. Always practice safe sex. Any comments can be
directed at me. Thank you.

       ******************* What Jamie Bought **********************

"Aniel!, Aniel!," I heard my brother, Tristan, yelling as he entered our
apartment and threw down his keys. Walking out of the kitchen, I saw him
run past me. He froze, turned around and smiled at me.

"I have been trying to call all afternoon, where have you been?"

His dark eyes focused on mine as he reached out and pulled me close. I
buried my head in his chest, wondering what was going on and why he was so
frantic.

"We have to leave here in 15 minutes, put on something nice; we're going
downtown to the Fiesta Americana."

Without questions, I moved into the bedroom, stripped out of my shorts and
tank shirt, and searched for my new jeans. The Fiesta Americana was the
fanciest hotel in Monterrey. I went there once, five years ago, after our
mom died. She was the last family we had left, except for some extended
family that didn't care about us. They had come in for her funeral and, as
always, stayed in the best place. Why were we going there? What did Tristan
have planned for us?

"Hurry up, wash your face and pack a light bag, you can take three special
things with you, we won't be coming back here again."

"What?," I could no longer silently obey his commands. "Why? Are we
moving?"

"Hurry up, you will see, it's a chance at a better life for both of us, but
you have to hurry up."

I froze, I had no idea what was going on. We had lived in this apartment
since I was born. Our mom raised us both here by herself, working at a
laundry for the rich kids at the Tec University. Why were we leaving? Where
were we going? Sensing that I was not moving, Tristan grabbed my backpack,
emptied all of my books and put several things of mine in the bag. He chose
a picture of the two of us taken at cola del caballo (a mountain in the
city), a letter our mom had written to use before she died, and my stuffed
rhino that Tristan had won for me at a carnival four years ago. He grabbed
a blue skin-tight t-shirt from the closet and told me to raise my arms so
he could put it on me. He then grabbed my blue adiddas off the floor and
picked up my feet to put my shoes on. Grabbing my pullover sweatshirt from
the closet, he took my hand and lead us out the door. We walked down the
three flights of stairs and out onto the noisy boulevard, still not
speaking. He hailed a green taxi and we were off, to the city, to find out
what the surprise would be.

Halfway there, I realized that he hadn't packed a bag for himself. Was he
leaving everything there? He wasn't in the mood to be questioned, so I
snuggled into his side and held on tight to his hand.

When we got to the hotel, he looked at me, kissed my cheek and then paid
the driver as he pushed me out the door. We walked into the lobby and found
a nice, comfortable couch by the bar. He was still not talking to me, and
my mood was growing agitated, but I knew better than to push him. Tristan
was the only brother/father I had ever had and he was never to be
questioned or defied. He looked around nervously and lit up a cigarette. I
coughed. He turned and stared at me as though he had forgotten I was there.

"Just be patient," he reassured me, squeezing my hand, knowing that I was
going nuts with anticipation.

Just then, two men walked up to us. They looked to be Americans. One was
tall, blonde, muscular, late 20's, blue eyes, and wore a business suit. The
other was almost as tall, thin, brown eyes and hair, and wore a button up
shirt un-tucked over blue jeans and sandals. They said hello to Tristan and
that was the last word I understood because I don't speak English. The
blonde one looked at me as he talked to Tristan and smiled like he had just
won something. I buried my face into my brother's side and kept one eye on
the man.

Finally the man leaned down and offered me his hand; Tristan prodded me
with his arm. He said something to me, and I looked at Tristan with a
worried frown. The man must have picked up on my lack of English and simply
pointed at himself and said, "Jaime." Then he pointed at me and looked
questioningly.

"Aniel," I said, "Ahn-yell."

"Aniel," he repeated, "moo cho goo sto (mucho gusto=very nice to meet
you)."

I nodded approvingly and then turned to Tristan, still waiting for an
explanation. Sensing this, he picked me up, slid me over to his lap
sideways, with his face about two inches from mine, and began to
explain. Realizing that this was serious, my eyes filled with tears.

"Jaime is a rich man who has a big house in San Antonio, you know,
Texas. He has offered for you to go and live with him because he doesn't
have anyone else in his big house. He will pay for you to go to a nice
school, have nice clothes, get a car next year when you turn 16, and have
the kind of life we see on TV. He will also pay for me to go to college and
build a better life here. Then when you finish school, if you want, you can
come back here and we can have a nice life. I am doing this for both of
us."

He leaned in and held me tight, tears streamed down my face and I pushed my
head into his now moist shoulder. He held me and rocked me softly and then
set me on my feet and stood up. He got up and started to walk away.

I got up and started to run after him, but Jamie grabbed my arm as I tried
to tear past him. He started talking in English again, and this time his
friend started translating. He told me that this was just for me to try out
for awhile and if I didn't like it, he would send me back to Monterrey.
It's just across the border, four hours from San Antonio and I can call
Tristan whenever I want to, 24 hours a day. Jamie took a silver cell phone
from his pocket and gave it to Tristan.

Tristan kissed me softly on the cheek, picked up my backpack gave it to the
man's friend, hugged me, and walked off while slipping the phone into his
pocket.

I was alone, with two strangers. One did not speak my language, and the
other was unknown to me. Jamie grabbed my backpack from the other man and
offered me his hand. Wanting to start things off nicely, I took his hand
and he led me over to the elevators. The other man followed behind us. When
we got into the elevator, the other man introduces himself as Jose. He said
that he would join us later, but Jaime wanted to spend some time alone with
me. Jose got out on the fifth floor and Jamie held my arm, stopping me from
following out Jose. He pointed up with one finger to indicate that this was
not our floor, and the elevator kept going. Just the two of us now, Jamie
put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. He must have been over 6
feet tall, because I felt so small and frail next to him.

Finally, the elevator stopped and the doors opened on to the top floor. It
was only 7 at night, but the sun was down and the huge windows showed the
city lights flowing across the valley and snaking up the sides of the
mountains. There were two doors, one on the left and another on the
right. Jamie pulled out a keycard, waved it at the left door and pushed me
gently inside the room. The hotel room was about twice the size of our
small apartment. There was a huge bed, two big couches, and windows all
across one wall.

Jamie sat down on the bed and motioned for me to come over next to him.
When I sat down, he turned his body to face me. His blue eyes looked down
at the bedspread. He pulled out a folded paper from his pocket. It was
something typed in English and then written in Spanish. He handed it to me,
and stared worriedly as I began to read. It was a letter he had written to
me explaining that he had contacted an agency that specialized in setting
up boys from Mexico with men from the United States. He had paid my brother
$20,000 for me to come and live with him. He said that he fell in love with
me the first time he saw my picture and read about my life. He liked small,
shy boys who looked young. That was me... I didn't know what to do with
this information. I knew what he wanted, I had been with guys before, well,
ok one. It was a friend of my brother's.

Two weeks ago, my brother had a date. He was going out for the night and
asked his friend Carlos to come over and stay with me until I fell asleep.
Carlos was a stereotypical macho Mexican man. That night, he came over
right as Tristan was leaving. He came into the living room and sat next to
me. I was watching an American show dubbed in Spanish. He put one arm
around me, and used the other to grab the remote from my lap. He quickly
changed the channel without asking me to some stupid football (soccer?)
game. I complained, and he pulled me in close to him shhshing me. I yelled
for Tristan, but he was already gone. During the commercial, Carlos got up
and went for beer and the pizza Tristan had left for us to eat. Five beers
later, Carlos finished watching the game and turned off the TV. The noise
woke me up, and I was surprised to find myself snuggled into his side. He
petted my hair for a few minutes and then proclaimed, "Bedtime!"

I acted like I was too tired, I refused to move. Carlos picked me up and
carried me off to the bedroom where Tristan and I shared a big bed. He sat
me on the bed and began pulling off my clothes. Soon, he had me naked
before asking the question... "um.. what do you sleep in?" I shrugged and
smiled. The feel of his hands on me left me wide awake and wanting some
attention. This became evident because I was naked and my cock was very
hard. Carlos looked shocked for a minute, but then began to smile. His
hands were holding down my arms above my head against the bed. He moved in
and kissed me softly. This wasn't a shock for me, I had always liked guys,
especially Carlos, but I didn't know he went that way. Maybe it was just
the beer, but he was kissing me.

I kissed him back and he pressed into me. My cock grew harder against his
jeans. He stood up for a minute, slipped out of his shirt, kicked off his
shoes, and unzipped his jeans. Pulling them down, I saw his blue boxer
briefs with a tent in the front. Sliding off his jeans, he went back to
exploring my mouth with his tongue. He pushed me up the bed and then
straddled me with his knees. With one arm he held me, with the other he
began caressing my ass. He rolled over and pulled me on top of him, never
breaking our kiss. I began to slide my cock up and down his tummy which
also allowed his cock to push against my hole. Reaching back, I slid down
the band of his boxer briefs to free his cock. I placed his cock against my
hole and continued sliding my body on top of his. We kissed passionately
and I soon began to shoot my cum all over his stomach.

With the climax, I collapsed on top of him, feeling his hard cock fit
nicely between my cheeks. His hand rubbed my back softly as I reached back
and began stroking his cock. My hand glided slowly up and down the shaft as
my head laid against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat I imitated the
rhythm with my hand. Beat, stroke up, beat, stroke down. This continued for
a few minutes. His breath quickened as I felt him near climax. His hand
continued to stroke my back as the other played with my hair. Sitting up, I
pushed his cock between the cheeks of my ass and held it there, pressing
next to my hole. I started to go up and down with his cock held in place by
my hand. His hands explored my chest as our eyes locked. I could see the
strain of an orgasm in his eyes and knew that he was close. His cock was so
hard as I slowly moved up and down, allowing the head of it to rub against
my hole. His body tensed as he shot stream after stream of cum up my
back. I continued to move on his cock until he begged me to stop. I leaned
back down into him and his arms wrapped around me.

My cum was now sticky on his chest as it dried. Reaching over to the floor,
he found a box of tissues and wiped his cum off of my back. He held me
there and we fell asleep for a few hours.

A few hours later I woke up to hear Tristan yelling.

"What the fuck is going on?"

I felt two strong arms pull me off of Carlos' chest. I was lifted off and
set gently on the bed beside Carlos. Next, Tristan pulled Carlos by the arm
out of our bed which woke him from his drunken sleep.

"What the fuck are you doing?" yelled Tristan.

Carlos was shocked, he scrambled to find his boxer briefs, jeans, and
shirt. Grabbing his shoes, he ran for the door. Tristan caught him by the
arm and pushed him against the wall.

"That's my baby brother, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Tristan was not cooling down. He looked ready for a fight. Carlos tried to
run again, but Tristan shoved him down to the floor and began kicking
him. Carlos was screaming for him to stop and I crawled under the covers
feeling dirty and embarrassed. When Carlos got off the floor and stood up,
Tristan punched him again in the face. He then picked up Carlos' clothes
and went to the front door.

"Get the fuck out of my house, if I catch you near him again I will kill
you, you fucking faggot."

Carlos ran out into the hall, and I heard Tristan slam the door and lock
it. I sat nervously for a few minutes under the covers waiting to see what
he would do to me. Tristan came back into our room, stripped down to his
boxers, and turned out the lights. He crawled into bed next to me, and I
started to cry. I wanted him to say something, but he just stared at me in
the dark for the longest time. Finally, he reached over and began to stroke
my hair and whispered quietly that it was ok and he would make sure no one
hurt me. I told him that Carlos hadn't hurt me, I liked it. To this,
Tristan turned over, and went to sleep.

We never talked about that night, but I guess he had caught on that I liked
guys and this was his way of punishing me for it. Maybe he just thought I
would have a better life with a rich guy, and I wouldn't mind doing gay
things with him. Whatever his reason, I had been sold to Jamie, and Tristan
always knew best.