Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2004 02:26:10 -0600 (CST)
From: Aniel <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: What Jamie Bought part 3

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 are purely coincidental. If you
are not allowed to read this kind of material for any valid reasons
(i.e. you voted for Bush), please do not continue further. Always practice
sex safety. Feel free to read stories at Tupperware parties and bar
mitzvahs. Any comments, questions, or money may be sent to my email. Thanks
to you.

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Cuidado: Este cuento contiene actos sexuales entre hombres. Si no te gustan
los putos, no vas a disfrutar lo que me paso. Ojala que es legal leerlo en
tu lugar, pero si eres un menor, debes hacer cosas mejores con tu vida!
Siempre queria visitar un bar de karaoke. Bueno, si tienes preguntas o
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What Jamie Bought Chapter 3
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As we drove on to Texas, I looked around Jamie's backseat. In my backpack,
I found my stuffed animal that I always slept with. Then I took his big
leather jacket, folded it nicely to make a pillow and then laid my head
down on the seat behind Jose. I saw his eyes darting between the highway
and the rearview mirror to stare at me. Pretending not to notice, I closed
my eyes, hugged rhino (the stuffed animal), and took a nap. I woke up in
Laredo, still on our side of the border. The backdoor had been opened and a
big man with a moustache and a green Mexican army uniform was staring down
at me.

"Good morning sunshine," he said jokingly. "Get out of the truck," he said
not so jokingly. Jose jumped out of the truck and started to argue with the
officer. "He is my nephew, here are his papers! We are taking him to see
his grandmother, she is in the hospital in Carrizo and very sick." Jose had
an answer for everything.

"And this white guy? What does he want with the boy?" The officer probed.

"He is my business partner; he came down to look at opening a factory in
Laredo and he offered to drive me." Jose shot back. With this, the officer
changed his mood. "Oh yes, this is a wonderful place, I hope you enjoyed
Mexico!" He then pushed me back into the seat, put on my seatbelt and waved
nicely to Jamie. When he closed my door, he waved us through an empty lane
and with that we crossed the Rio Bravo (Americans call it Rio Grande), and
into the United States. The American border patrol seemed to care less
about us or what we were doing. Jamie showed his driver's license and
chatted with a young officer for a few minutes before we were waved
through.

Laredo looked like a nice city. Its downtown blocks were filled with shops
and cafes brimming with visitors. Like Monterrey, Sunday in Laredo looked
like the time to stroll and hang out with family. We got onto a freeway and
zoomed off. By this time, I really had to pee. I didn't want to upset
anyone, so I tried to sit still, but I started fidgeting about in the
backseat. Jamie's eyes narrowed and he turned to talk to Jose. Jose looked
back at me and said, "You have to pee or what?" I nodded yes. Right when I
did this, I saw the biggest, most wonderful mall I had ever seen. I put my
hands to the window and said, "Mall!" excitedly.

Jamie turned around and looked at me like an alien. "Mall?" he
asked. "Mall," I nodded with a big smile. We had finally understood each
other without the help of a translator. We pulled off of I-35 and drove up
to the big white Mall. I had seen these on TV, we had them in Monterrey
too, but not like this. Ours were jammed into crowded streets, surrounded
by big parking garages. This one had an enormous lot that went on for
acres. We parked and Jamie and Jose got out. I couldn't open the door. It
was locked somehow. Jamie came around and opened the door for me. Why did
it open from his side? He took my hand and helped me jump out of the big
SUV. We went inside and found a restroom in a big store. Then, we walked
out to the main part of the mall. It went on for miles, all kinds of shops,
clothes, furniture, toys, this is how Americans lived. Laredo isn't the
most gay friendly of towns, so instead of Jamie holding my hand, he walked
behind me with his hand on my back. I stopped at every store and looked at
the wonderful things. I love malls, I haven't been to one since my mom was
alive. Tristan and I never could afford to buy things. Jamie pushed me
along in search of lunch. Finally, we made it to the food court. Jose went
off to get pizza; Jamie led me over to a hamburger place and ordered our
food. There was a small red sports car in my kid's meal, along with chicken
nuggets and fries.

On the way back to the car, Jamie let me stop in the big toy store for a
few minutes. We walked around and looked at all the video games, board
games, action figures, water guns, and stuffed animals. Jamie pointed to
one and said, "Hippopotamus." I pointed at it and said, "Hipopotamo." He
just shook his head and smiled. Then he pointed at the most beautiful
kangaroo I had ever seen. He, or she, had a tiny baby in her
pouch. "Kangaroo," he said. "Canguro," I replied. I picked it up and hugged
it. It was made out of the softest material and felt so nice against my
face. I set it back down and Jamie picked it up and took it to the front. I
couldn't believe it, it was mine now. Ok maybe I am easily bought, but it
was the first gift I had gotten since Tristan gave me the rhino, and that
was a long, long time ago. Jamie gave me back the canguro and I hugged it
to me, not embarrassed in the least. He put his hand on my back again and
we walked back to the car. This time Jose sat in the back and I got to sit
next to Jamie in the front seat. As we pulled out of the parking, I hugged
the canguro to me and buckled it into my lap. Jamie took my hand and put it
on the gear shifter as he covered it with his own strong hand.

It took us two hours to get to San Antonio; we stopped once in some tiny
town called Dilley for another bathroom break. When we started to get into
San Antonio, it was ugly, everything was brown and dry. The houses were
poor and falling apart. Was this where he lived? No way. Someone with this
much money had to have something nicer than this. I hugged canguro tightly
and closed my eyes. Soon, we came through a high pass and the valley of San
Antonio lay before us. There were beautiful tall buildings and the earth
had gone from dry desert to a beautiful green. We sped past downtown on a
high freeway and I watched the towers disappear behind us in the
mirror. Jose pointed at one building that looked like a tall pole with a
big circle on top of it.

"That is the Tower of the Americas, it is a restaurant that spins around so
you can see the whole city," he told me. All through the city he pointed
out neat things I had never seen before. Soon, we pulled off of the freeway
to a road that snaked up the side of a hill. The hill was COVERED with
houses and apartment buildings all crammed into each other. We pulled up to
one high-rise and Jose grabbed his bag from behind the backseat.

"This is where I leave you Aniel. I will see you later, but I live here."
With that, he hopped out of the truck, yelled something at Jamie, and
disappeared into the building.

Jamie grabbed my hand and put it in his lap, holding it tightly. He then
turned around and headed back to the freeway. We were alone, together, in
his big car. He tried to point things out on the way to his house and tell
me what they were, but I didn't understand his English. I smiled politely
and nodded. English gave me a headache and I laid my head against his
shoulder and played with his fingers in my hand. He took his hand away and
put his arm around me. I snuggled into his side and traced a finger around
his chest. With his arm around me, he rubbed his hand up and down my
back. So relaxing. His hand wandered town and he rubbed a finger back and
forth on my bare skin just above the waist of my jeans. His finger slid
down and pulled playfully at the top of my briefs. His touch sent chills up
my spine. I could feel myself starting to get hard. Were people watching us
from the other cars on the crowded freeway? Soon we hit traffic where
another freeway crossed the one we were on. Everyone around us was
stopped. A big truck pulled up next to us and stopped. In front of us was a
sea of red lights. I looked over at the truck to see young, maybe twenty
something, guy checking us out. I guess it wasn't normal to see two guys
playing around in public. The guy stared at us, raised his eyebrows, and
smiled at me. He then stuck his tongue out and licked his top lip
seductively and then laughed hysterically. I put my head down in Jamie's
lap so that he couldn't see us. Jamie was looking out at the traffic and
missed the whole scene, but I surprised him when I put my face down to
where his cock was. I could feel his cock sticking out hard under his
pants. He began to run his fingers through my hair and scratch playfully at
the back of my head. I am not a dog!

While I was down there, I kissed at his erection softly, taking the fabric
between my teeth and pulling gently. Jamie moved his hand down and unzipped
his pants. I unbuckled his belt with my teeth and then used my hands to
unbutton his pants and push them down. Below, he was wearing black, see
through tight boxer briefs. His cock had grown down the side and the head
was poking out below where they ended. I leaned in and licked softly at the
head, it grew even longer. I stopped and quickly sat up to see what the guy
in the truck was doing. He was sitting up very straight, neck extended out
the window trying to see what we were doing. When I sat up, he saw Jamie's
hard dick and smiled at me. He then unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up
enough so that I could see he had his dick in his hand. He had it poking
through his boxers and was yanking on it. Jamie looked over to see what was
going on and yelled, "Shit!" He grabbed canguro and used the kangaroo to
cover his erection. He then found an opening in traffic and pulled into
another lane. The guy in the truck tried to get over and follow us, but the
truckload of Mexican guys behind us moved in to fill the spot. I waved
goodbye to truck man, and the driver of the Mexican guys thought I was
waving at him. He nodded his head and smiled at me. Nervously, I went back
to working on Jamie's lap. I slipped down his see through boxers and freed
his cock. It bounced up and hit my cheek softly. I started taking it in my
mouth, I got almost half of it in my mouth, and began licking up and down
the shaft. Jamie, who had been petting my hair, let his hand slip down
under the top of my briefs. The traffic must have cleared then because I
felt the car begin to move. His finger began to work my hole. This time he
was less gentle with it. With a quick motion, I felt his finger push its
way up into me. I gasped, but continued bobbing my head up and down on his
hard cock. Soon, his finger found that same special spot he had touched
before and warm vibrations went throughout my body. I was now sucking hard
on his cock taking it all the way back to my throat. After a few minutes of
this, he pushed me off of his cock and pulled his boxer briefs back up. His
cock would not fit in them, so the top of the boxers sat just below his
balls. He slipped his finger out of my ass and pulled off of the freeway
onto a small road that led up a steep hill. We traveled for another fifteen
minutes as I stroked his cock slowly.

Jamie turned off of this road onto a smaller road. There was nothing out
here but a lot of trees. He pulled out a tiny silver box from above the sun
visor. As we turned a sharp corner, I saw a gate blocking the road. Jamie
aimed the box at it, and it quickly swung open. We drove through and the
road winded up and around a hill. Finally, a house appeared above us. When
we got there, Jamie quickly turned the car off, hopped out and ran over to
let me out. He picked me up out of the seat, grabbed canguro, and carried
me over to the door of his huge house. He balanced me over his shoulder and
unlocked the big door, carrying me inside.

Walking into the world's largest living room, Jamie set me down on an
enormous red couch. The whole room looked like a movie set. An extremely
high ceiling hovered above me. Windows covered three of the walls going all
the way up to the ceiling. Outside, there was a view of the entire valley
framed between two enormous old oak trees. Downtown looked so tiny and far
away. I sat up for a second and stared out at the beautiful setting before
Jamie pushed me down into the couch and climbed on top of me, his knees on
either sides of my legs. He started unbuttoning his shirt and I turned my
head to continue looking out the windows. Soon, I felt Jamie's teeth bite
playfully against my neck. I put my hand between his legs and felt his hard
package. By now, he had his shirt off and I rubbed my hands slowly over his
hard, muscular back. He sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head. Then
he took my arms and pinned them above my head with one hand. It started to
sink in how strong he was, and I panicked. I tried to wiggle, but his hand
held my arms in place, they wouldn't budge. He began kissing me wildly and
forced his tongue through my lips. I decided to relax and, knowing that he
wouldn't hurt me, I let him do what he wanted. He kissed down my neck and
started saying things I didn't understand, again with the English. I sighed
with frustration, but my cock felt a different way. It sprang to life
inside my jeans. Jamie kissed down to my nipples and bit softly on my right
one. Then he licked it and blew across it. His cool breath made both my
nipples harden. With his teeth, he bit a little harder on the right one and
sucked it into his mouth.

OUCH! This began to hurt and I screamed "Parate!! Dejalo ya!" for him to
stop, but he didn't. He smiled up at me mischievously and went back to work
on it. By now, my nipple was so sensitive that even the softest kiss of his
lips made it ache. For some reason, this began to turn me on and he rubbed
up and down the outline of my cock inside my jeans. He released my arms for
a moment to unzip my jeans and push them down to my shoes. Then he went
back to push my black briefs down too. Switching to my other nipple, he put
a finger to my lips and pushed it through. I sucked on his finger madly,
desperate for his taste. After a few seconds he removed his finger and
worked it slowly into my hole. I gasped, but tried to relax as he invaded
my hole with his thick finger. Once again, he knew my body and found the
special spot in my ass. I began to mmmmm and push slowly against his
finger, rocking up and down on it. He smiled at me and moved in to kiss me
again.

He stood up, kicked off his shoes, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down
along with the black see through boxer briefs. His cock was rock hard and
bounced up against his six pack stomach. He picked my legs up by the jeans
and tore off my shoes, then pants, and briefs. As I lay there, completely
naked, he moved back to the couch and pushed my legs up past my chest. I
put my elbows behind my knees to hold them securely. He settled in beside
me and leaned down with his tongue out. He licked slowly at my hole and
then shoved his tongue inside. My eyes closed and the mmmmming
continued. He tongue fucked me for the longest time. My cock was so hard
and I began to stroke it. He looked up at me and our eyes met. His hand
took my hand off of my cock. He shook his head no and continued eating out
my hole. When my ass was sufficiently lubed, he sat up, leaned in to kiss
me, and started pushing the head of his cock against my hole. He petted my
hair and leaned in to suck on my ear as he whispered more English to
me. Though I didn't understand a word, I started to relax as his strong
arms held me and rubbed my back softly. Finally, his cock pushed into my
ass and he slowly fed more of it inside me. When he had pushed it all the
way to the back of my ass, he began to fuck slowly. Having had this before,
I knew he would speed up, so I braced myself for what was coming. My arms
moved around to his back and I held on and buried my face into his
shoulder. His pace quickened and soon he was pounding my ass. I held on
tight to him and began to plead for him to slow down. Not understanding my
words, nor caring to check on me, he was entranced in the rhythm of his
sex. Soon, my ass stopped hurting and it began to feel good. Again, my cock
rubbed against his tummy as our bodies were glued together. His tummy was
smooth and each time he rammed into me, it sent shivers up my cock. Soon, I
could feel the cum rising inside me and working its way out of my dick.

My body began to shake as cum poured out of my cock and shot up to his
nipples. Our chests were both sticky messes and it rubbed around more as he
continued to fuck me while pressing down on me. Our lips met and our
tongues began to wrestle with his winning and pinning my own down inside my
mouth. After a few more minutes of pounding into me, I began to feel his
body tighten as my ass was filled with his warm gooey cum. He collapsed on
top of me and pulled his tongue out of my mouth. His head was on the side
of me; his mouth breathing heavily. I moved my hands up and petted his hair
softly. "Bien Hecho (well done)" I whispered into his ear and sucked on it
softly. By now, my legs, still behind my arms began to hurt, I tried to
push him off of me slightly to move my legs, but he was too strong. I
patted him on the back and asked him nicely in Spanish, but he didn't
understand. I tried to move my legs, but I was trapped. Deciding that I had
no other choice, I bit down on his ear lobe and he shot up, staring at me
confusedly. I pointed at my legs and then, finally able to move, I put them
down where legs should go. He understood, smiled, and then laid back on top
of me. I rubbed his back, and soon he fell asleep with his head covering my
chest.

I laid there underneath him thinking about this big, strong man who could
do whatever he wanted with me. Here he was with his head on my chest, sound
asleep, so vulnerable. I looked around at my new home. Everything looked
expensive and clean. How different it was from the tiny apartment I left in
Monterrey. What would this be like? I had had more sex in the past twenty
four hours than in my entire life. I continued rubbing his back as he slept
soundly in my small arms. He was starting to get heavy, but I didn't want
to wake him. I stared down at his soft blonde hair, his strong back, his
firm ass, strong legs and feet. His body was completely tanned from head to
toe, he must go to one of those places for that. Mexicans don't tan, we are
naturally dark. We don't understand why white people try to tan. For us,
lighter skin is usually the goal. I began to compare my arm to his back. I
was slightly darker, and I didn't have to pay for it. I settled in to him
and began to drift off for a nap.

"RING RING RING RING," I awoke with a start, the doorbell continued
chiming. Jamie sat up, sleepy-eyed and looked up at the door like a dog
that had just heard a disconcerting noise. He got off the couch, reached
for a blanket and wrapped it around me. He slipped on his pants, pointed at
me to stay put, and dashed off to answer the door. I heard the door open,
some guys talking, Jamie rattling away with his English, and then steps. I
was hidden from sight, but soon Jamie returned to me on the couch as the
men went off into a big door on the right.

When they were gone, Jamie picked me up, grabbed our clothes, and headed
off into a hallway. We rounded a few curves and then back down a long
hallway. At the end of the hallway were two big doors. Jamie was holding me
like a little kid, wrapped in the blanket and I snuggled into his
chest. Opening the doors, we went into another huge room with a lot of
windows. On one side was the biggest bed I had ever seen. He set me down on
it, took off his pants, and motioned for me to follow him. We went into a
bathroom that had the biggest tub I had seen (this place must be listed in
Guinness). The tub was like a pond with big rocks on the side of it. Jamie
turned a nob and water started to flow over a big rock at the top and down
into the bathtub. The bottom of the tub was large smooth rock textured to
provide three places to sit and relax. The tub began to fill and Jamie
pulled me in with him. I sat between his legs and laid back against his
chest. He pushed on one of the rocks on the side, and it opened like a
cabinet. Inside were bottles of shampoo and liquid soap, assorted sponges,
and two plastic things in the shape of penises. He took out a sponge,
poured soap on it and began to rub it all over my body. He washed me from
face to feet, and then worked shampoo into my hair. When he was done, he
turned to focus on himself. He soaped up the sponge and handed it to me. I
turned and got on my knees as I moved it over his chest, down his tummy,
around his cock, and down his legs. I went back and worked his cock
softly. When I had splashed his cock clean, I leaned in to taste my work. I
had done a good job. Jamie pulled me off of his cock, shook his head and
smiled. When we got out and dried off, I went back into the room to pick up
my clothes.

Jamie came out and took my jeans away from me. He pushed me over to another
door next to the bathroom. Again, this was the largest closet I had ever
seen. He led me back, through his clothes, to a section all the way at the
back. He opened a drawer and took out a tiny white thong and handed it to
me to put on. I stepped in and pulled it up. My ass was totally exposed,
and a small pouch hugged my cock and balls. Then he took out a simple white
t-shirt for me. I raised my arms, and he slipped it on to me. It must have
been made for a small child. While it fit me, it was very tight and showed
every line of my small chest. He then took out some small white shorts and
held them down for me to step into. He slipped them up to my waist and
buttoned them up. The shorts went just below my ass, but were not tight
like the t-shirt. Jamie then dressed himself as I sat down on a small stool
to watch. He put on a pair of blue cotton boxers, jeans, and a tight shirt
with no sleeves. He took my hand and led me back to the bathroom. He put
gel into his hands and worked it into my hair, spiking my light brown
bangs. Then he fixed his own hair, spritzed some cologne on his neck and
under each arm. He took another bottle of cologne out and spritzed the back
of my neck and another between my legs. I scrunched my nose as I began to
smell lightly of oranges. I shrugged my shoulders guessing this was a smell
he liked and smiled up at him.

He took my hand and led me back out to the bedroom. By now, the sun had
gone down and, looking out the large windows, I saw the city lights come
alive. The Tower of the Americas blinked a red light on top, what an
awesome view. Jamie pulled back the covers on his bed and set canguro next
to the pillow. He patted the bed, so I went over and sat down. He pushed me
down into the bed, putting my legs under the covers. Then he covered me up
to the neck, and turned the lights off. Was this my bedtime? I didn't even
have dinner, so early. Jamie left the room and closed the door behind
him. I wasn't even tired, so I thought. I snuggled into the pillow, holding
canguro tight and stared out the window watching the city come alive under
the dark sky. Soon, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

A few hours later, the lights turned on. My eyes opened to see Jamie
smiling down at me. Quickly, his arms moved down and grabbed me tightly. He
picked me up and put my head on his shoulder. He carried me out of the
room, and my eyes began to adjust to the light. I yawned and scratched
playfully at his back. In the hallway, he set me down on my feet and pushed
gently against my back to move me forward. As we walked back to the living
room, I heard music playing and people talking. The hallway opened to the
large living room filled with guys. He marched me out into the middle of
them and all of their eyes focused on me. Some smiled, some looked shocked,
some looked curiously and whispered to the person next to them.  Jamie
pushed me forward and said, "Aniel!" Then he started pointing at people and
naming them. I stood there with the deer in the headlights look and then
turned and buried my face in his side. Standing next to him, the top of my
head aligned with his nipples, and as I pushed into him, he put his arm
around me. "Awww," some of the men said and then made comments in
English. I didn't like this. I didn't want to be stared at and shown off
for everyone. I tilted my head up and gave Jamie my most pissed off
look. He laughed and picked me up again. I buried my head into his shoulder
and held on tight to him. He carried me out of the room and set me down on
top of a cold granite counter. I looked around at an enormous kitchen. All
around me on the big island were trays of food and desserts. Realizing that
I hadn't eaten since Laredo, I started to pick up a cracker off of a
tray. Jamie smacked my hand lightly and moved over to the fridge. He pulled
out a small bowl filled with salad and cold chicken on top. He reached in a
drawer, found me a fork and pushed the bowl towards me. I was so hungry as
I started to eat the food. It tasted so good. He smiled and wiped a little
dressing off the side of my mouth with a towel. I wanted to stay there; I
didn't want to go back out to the party with all of the people. Jamie let
me finish my salad as he stood in front of me with his hands on either side
of me resting on the counter.

One of his friends had wandered in, and was looking me over while
pretending to be interested in the food on the trays. He grabbed a plate
and began putting food on it. I kept my eyes on Jamie and ignored
him. Jamie was talking to the man and motioned for him to come over to
where we were. The man started talking to me in broken Spanish, the first I
had heard since Jose left us.

"Do you like San Antonio?" he asked.

"Yes, it is so beautiful, and Jamie has such a nice house! I haven't even
seen it all." I rambled on as the man translated it for Jamie. He
introduced himself as Robbie. Jamie started asking him questions and the
man translated them for me.

"He wants to know how many guys you have fucked," Robbie asked.

I blushed, why was he asking me this? I wasn't going to tell some stranger
about our sex life. "Two counting Jamie," I whispered with my head
lowered. Jamie took a finger and raised my head quickly to look at his
eyes. Then he started talking to Robbie again. Robbie asked me who the
other guy was, and I told him the story of Carlos. Jamie wanted to hear all
the details and was rubbing my ass softly as I told Robbie the story
between bites of my chicken salad. When I was finished, I asked Robbie
about the party in the living room and what it was about. He said that
Jamie had invited all of his gay friends to come and "see his latest
purchase." The comment hurt my feelings and I set the bowl down on the
counter and slid off. I started to walk away but Jamie grabbed my arm and
talked to Robbie. Robbie told me that he was just kidding and he could tell
that Jamie really loved me. It was too late, I felt really uncomfortable
and a few tears rolled down my cheek. Jamie was angry at this, and he
started yelling at Robbie.

"Don't be such a whiny bitch, I was only kidding." Robbie laughed.

"You know what? Fuck you, I didn't ask for this, I just want to go home." I
replied. Apparently Robbie translated this, because Jamie picked me up and
held me in his arms again. Robbie walked back out to the living room. Jamie
set me down on the counter again, and stroked my hair. After a few minutes,
I was calm again. Jamie turned to the counter behind him and took two
glasses out of a cabinet. Moving to the refrigerator he poured two glasses
of margaritas. He gave one to me and I sipped it. The alcohol chilled me
out, and I was soon smiling happily. Taking my hand, Jamie led me back out
to the living room, and this time I didn't care who was watching me. There
must have been 20 guys there, the music was now pumping loudly and everyone
was talking and walking around. Jamie sat me down on the red couch he had
fucked me on a few hours earlier and walked around to greet his guests.

Soon, a Latino guy who looked to be in his twenties sat down next to me. He
introduced himself as Angel and put his arm behind me on the back of the
couch. Angel was a strong guy, his muscles strained against his white
button up shirt which was open to expose a strong, hairless chest. He had
dark jeans on, a black leather belt with a shiny silver buckle, and cowboy
boots. His shoulder length black hair was slicked back. His green eyes
sparkled at me. We talked for a few minutes. He was also from Monterrey. He
said he worked for Jamie's company. I asked what it was, and he went into a
long explanation of how they find land, build roads, make houses, and sell
them for lots of money. He said that they had also built shopping centers,
malls, and office buildings. He worked in the advertising department. We
talked about Monterrey and how much we both missed it. He checked the room
to see where Jamie was and slid closer to me. I finished my drink and he
hopped up to get me another one. I didn't know if Jamie would approve, but
he was off doing other things.

Angel asked if I wanted to go out on the patio. Not having seen that part
of the house, I followed him across the living room to a side door. It
opened onto a large stone patio that went about thirty meters to another
door. There was a light on, and I recognized it as Jamie's bedroom. There
were several chairs and lounges. A blue, lit pool curved an s across the
backyard. A stone pathway led around the pool to another patio with a low
iron fence separating it from the cliff that overlooked the city. We walked
down the path and out to the lower patio and watched the city below
us. Angel stood behind me and put his hands on either side of me against
the iron rail. Though I had drunk two margaritas, I knew that this wasn't
right. I tried to move to his side, but he would not move his arms. I
turned to face him and asked him nicely to let me go. He took one arm off
of the rail and I moved to his side. He reached into his pocket and took
out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one for himself, he offered them to me. I
said that I don't smoke, so he put them away and lit the one in his
mouth. Taking a puff, his eyes narrowed in on me and he smiled and shook
his head.

"You know you could do better than Jamie, you don't have to stay with
him. If you ever get bored, you can call me." Angel said while taking his
business card from his pocket. He tried to find a pocket on my shorts to
stuff it into, but couldn't. He laughed and then put it back into his
pocket. "I guess Jamie thought of everything," he mused and sighed, "Well
you can't blame me for trying. No one else here speaks Spanish."

I nodded, "It's frustrating."

"Well, I'm sure Jamie will have you speaking English in no time," he said,
"I will try and come see you sometimes so you don't get culture shock."

I smiled, "It would be nice to have a friend here who understands me." I
heard a door slam, and turned to look back at the house. Jamie was walking
quickly down the path towards us with a worried look. He came over to use
and pulled me back into him with the back of my head against his chest. He
put both arms around me and held me tightly. Angel continued puffing on his
cigarette while he and Jamie talked and laughed in English for awhile. When
he finished, the three of us walked back to the house. When we got to the
door, Angel told me that Jamie wanted him to visit me everyday so that I
could work on my English and he could help me with school. I had forgotten
about school. Shit, I had a test on Monday. What would happen to my school?
Would Tristan tell my friends where I had gone?

We went back into the house, and the party was still going strong. The
lights had been turned down and several guys were making out in pairs or
threesomes on different couches. I looked over to the couch where Jamie had
fucked me earlier and saw two guys making out. Jamie held my hand tightly,
not wanting me to wander off again. We settled into a big blue oversized
chair and Jamie pulled me into his lap. Angel sat next to us, and continued
talking to Jamie in English. As many American sitcoms I had watched, and I
didn't understand a word of it. I was so used to reading the subtitles and
tuning out what was being said.

I told Angel that English was giving me a headache, and I didn't want to
hear anymore of it. He laughed and told this to Jamie who pinched me on the
ass and pulled me in close for a hug. His hand wandered up to my chest and
rubbed it softly, his fingers brushed across my nipples which were still
very sore and bruised. I winced, but he didn't notice. I asked Angel to
tell him that my nipples hurt when he played with them too rough. He asked
me what Jamie had done and I started telling him about our afternoon
session. He listened intently and his bulge began to harden under his
jeans. He told Jamie that he had hurt my nipples and Jamie smiled and
nodded as though it were a big achievement. Angel told me that he said I
would get used to it. Angel asked me to lift up my shirt and show him. I
did this, and Jamie quickly pulled it back down. I guess he wasn't ok with
my nudity in front of other people. By this time, Angel was noticeably hard
and kept asking me questions about what I had done sexually with Jamie. I
told him about how I had been fucked and sometimes Jamie didn't realize he
was hurting me. Angel was angered by this and told Jamie about this. Jamie
said something and Angel translated it for me.

"He doesn't want us talking about this anymore. Sorry," he said and got up
to talk to someone else. I snuggled into Jamie's chest and scanned the room
once more. The two guys on the red couch were naked and 69ing. They both
had very large cocks and were sucking each other ferociously. The taller
guy kept moving his tongue between the shorter guy's cock and his ass. It
reminded me of how Jamie had eaten me out earlier and my cock began to come
to life.

I turned my head and saw Angel kissing a guy on a couch a few feet away
from the 69ing couple. He had pulled his cock out of his jeans. It was rock
hard; I guess he needed satisfaction after our chat. The other guy was a
little older than Angel, but shorter. He had his tongue down Angel's throat
and his hand on Angel's cock. I started to get a little jealous. I don't
know why. I had my man. I guess Angel was just more of my type. Oh well,
nothing to be done about that. Jamie was petting my tummy and holding me
tight. He too was watching all of the pairings of people around the room. I
felt his cock rise and press against my ass. My ass was still sore from
this afternoon, but I knew what I had to do to keep my man happy...