Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 02:12:38 -0600
From: Aniel <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Julien's papi

If you are too young to read this (under 18)  or you live in a place that
sucks so bad that it bans imagination, then don't read this man! Those Utah
cops can be harsh. This story contains Gay sex, the kind you find in any
loving 2 male household! It is not real, and none of the characters are
under 18, but if the thought of two hot guys getting it on offends you, or
you don't like Mexicans (me and the characters) then go elsewhere, like
maybe hell. Just kidding. Enjoy the show responsibly

If it turns you on or off and you want to talk about it, send me an email:
anielmty@hotmail.com  I also wrote the what jamie bought series under adult
youth and the aniel and guillo series under authoritarian (Julien and aniel
may meet in a future chapter), and the Zander gets fucked under the
beginnings section.


#ag# Julien's Papi #ag#

by aniel guevara (sounds like gay bar uh, like che guevara)

Julien woke up to the sound of glass breaking; he sat up and poked at his
boyfriend. Jose rolled over, ignoring the poke, and slid his arms around
Julien, pulling Julien's small body into his side.

"Papi," Julien insisted, "Someone is in our house, go see!"

Jose sat up with a start, kissed Julien on the forehead, and bounded naked
out of the room stopping only to grab the baseball bat he kept next to the
bed. A few minutes later, Jose returned with a laugh, tossed aside the bat,
and curled up around Julien's body with no explanation.

"WHAT??" Julien yelled, shaking Jose awake again.

"Nothing baby, there is no one there. You had that dream again," Jose
mumbled, not opening his eyes. He knew Julien wouldn't be satisfied with
that answer, but after a long day at work, he didn't have the energy to stop
and allay Julien's fears. Julien slid down between Jose's arms and tried his
best to sleep. They had had a break-in last week, and even though Jose had
beaten the shit out of an unsuspecting robber, he still felt uneasy and had
trouble sleeping. He had spent the last week sitting up in bed while Jose
slept, only to go to school the next morning like a zombie, sleeping in
study hall and chapel.

Sleep finally came for Julien, but he woke up a few hours later to the
sounds of Jose in the shower. It was Friday, and it was a half day at
school, so he could nap when he came home. Jose popped out of the shower;
his 6 foot tall dark muscled body glistened as the morning sun streamed
through the window and reflected off of the water drops collecting on his
arms, chest, legs, and even cock. He shook his black hair, smiled at Julien,
and then frowned seeing that his baby had not slept.

"Poor thing, do you want to stay home today? We can go talk to your doctor
this afternoon and get a prescription for sleeping pills until you get over
this." Jose offered, drying off his 7 inch soft cock. Julien nodded and laid
his head against the pillow, watching Jose move around the room collecting
the clothes he would wear for the day. Julien smiled as his firm bubble butt
disappeared into a black pair of form fitting briefs. Jose turned so that
Julien could watch as he rolled up his cock to fit it snugly into the
underwear. They had been together for two months, but Julien still was
excited by the sight of his naked boyfriend.

Jose dressed in green and yellow soccer shorts and jersey. As an assistant
coach on one of Mexico City's biggest soccer clubs, he always wore this to
work unless he had meetings, and then it was a suit. Jose moved to the phone
and called Julien's school and then his doctor.

"I will be back at 12 to take you to the doctor, there are fresh tortillas
and cheese in the fridge to make breakfast," Jose said.  Then they both said
in unison "Don't answer the door or phone unless it is me from my cell, and
DON'T use the computer." Jose laughed, and kissed Julien on the lips as he
put on his shoes and then headed out the door.

Julien tried, unsuccessfully in an empty bed, to nap, but eventually got up
to make breakfast. He ate a quesadilla and then took a shower. In the corner
of the bathroom were Jose's clothes from the day before. Julien sighed and
went to pick them up. Bringing them to his chest, the smell of his man
filled his senses sending shivers down his body and all the way out to his
cock. Jose's clothes smelled like sweat, expensive cologne, and pure
masculinity. Julien sniffed them a few times and then sat up on the counter
looking down at his hard cock.

He threw the clothes back to the corner and then looked over the blue jock
strap Jose had worn the day before. There was a tiny spot in front from
where he and Jose had made out the night before on the patio. Jose always
had lots of pre-cum. This must have been pre-pre-cum. Tossing the jock into
the laundry bin, Julien moved to the bedroom, and sprayed a little of Jose's
cologne across his chest. He eyed the phone, wanting to bother his man at
work.

"Nena (female form of the word baby, Jose liked to treat him like a girl
when he was at work)!" Jose said excitedly, "What is my baby doing?"

"I'm horny," Julien said, rubbing his six incher against the bed sheets.

"I can't come home right now; I am in my office though. What are you
wearing?" Jose said excitedly.

"A hard cock and a smile," Julien smiled, rolling over onto his back and
working his hand up and down his shaft. Jose's voice always turned him on.

"I want you to stick your finger in your pussy and tell me how it feels,"
Jose commanded in a harsh whisper.

Julien did as told and responded with an "mmmmm." Jose told him to work it
up inside him, feeling the innermost parts of his ass. Julien worked it in,
and rubbed his hard cock, balancing the phone on his shoulder.

"Oh yeah, that's a good little whore," Jose said, as Julien worked a second
finger inside him, leaning back against the pillow and pulling gently on his
balls to increase the sensation. Jose liked to get dirty with him, but
Julien knew it was all in love. Julien continued stroking his cock as Jose
told him how badly he wanted to fuck him.

"Yeah, fuck that pussy with your fingers, pretend it is my cock. I love
being inside you. You want Papi's cock?" Jose continued, bringing Julien
closer to spilling. Julien mmmed and oh yeahed as Jose went on describing
how good his pussy felt and how much he loved being inside him.

"Cum for Papi, yeah fuck that pussy hard babyslut," Jose said as his
breathing got heavier. Julien knew that he was jerking his cock under his
desk with the door locked. Julien got excited thinking about the time Jose
fucked him on top of his desk. Jose was wearing a business suit with his
cock pulled out of the zipper, sliding in and out of Julien's ass as he lay
naked across the desk.

"I'm going to cum papi," Julien yelled as thick white cum shot across his
chest and onto the wall behind him. "Oh fuck yeah," Jose yelled, as he and
Julien came in unison.

"Did you cum a lot?" Jose inquired as their breathing slowed, coming down
from the morning's play. Julien described how hard he came, and Jose laughed
saying that the wall had more cum on it than a porn theatre floor. Julien
protested, saying that he always cleaned it. Jose told him that he would be
home in two hours to take him to the doctor.

"Please be ready baby, I have to leave work early, but we should make it on
time," Jose said, then told Julien how much he loved him before hanging up
to get back to work. Julien cleaned up, and then dressed in blue bikini
briefs, jeans, and a red shirt that said "I love Saint Louis." Jose had
bought it for him when he went there to play an exhibition game the week
they met. Julien sat in the living room, flipping TV channels as he waited
for Jose to return. The phone rang several times, but he knew better than to
answer it. Julien always did as told.

Jose returned an hour later, grabbed Julien, locked the door, and rushed him
down to the car. They sped down to Julien's doctor by the mall in Satelite.
Jose went into the room with him, and, as usual, he did all the talking.
Julien's doctor, Dr. Ramirez, was a cute young guy who had just finished med
school and seemed a little gay. He always insisted on feeling every inch of
Julien's body, making him cough and turn. He slid his hand up Julien's
shirt, pinching a nipple as he felt his heartbeat.

He peered into Julien's throat, ears, and nose, making notes in his chart.
This time, he started asking questions about Julien's sex life. He wanted to
know how many girls Julien had been with, and other personal things. Julien
got nervous, and waited for Jose to answer. Jose told him that Julien was
only 18, and didn't have time for that with school. He was getting a little
jealous at the doctor's touching his baby's body and asking sex questions.

After 45 minutes of this, Jose got a little impatient and asked the doctor
to write out the prescription he wanted. Dr. Ramirez wrote out several
prescriptions for calming Julien and putting him to sleep. He said that he
wanted to see Julien in a week to check on the medication level. Jose
thanked him, picked Julien off the table, and pulled him out to the car.
They went to the pharmacy around the corner and filled the prescriptions,
then decided to go for lunch.

Jose ordered a beer for himself and a sprite for Julien as they sat at the
sidewalk cafe. Jose lit up a cigarette, and blew it away from Julien,
asthmatic, as he rifled through the bag and pulled out the pills that would
calm Julien.

"My baby the drug addict," he joked, placing two round pills on the plate in
front of Julien. Washing them down with sprite, Julien smiled as Jose took
his hand under the table. They talked about their plans for the weekend as
they waited for the food to come. Jose stared at his baby as he ate; his
soft green eyes sparkled against his pale white skin. He thought back to the
day they had met in Julien's father's office. Julien's family was from
Quebec (Jonquiere), but his father's company had sent him to open an office
in Mexico City. Julien had learned a lot of Spanish in the two years he had
been there, but he still had an adorable French accent. Julien had just
turned 18 when they met, and was answering phones during the summer before
his Senior year in High School. Jose had spent the thirty minutes waiting
for his appointment staring at the boy as he typed away at a computer and
laughed with someone on the phone. Jose had wished he had been the person at
the other end of the line.

Finally, Julien sent him in to his appointment, and Jose couldn't
concentrate, thinking of the small, soft, beautiful light boy. On his way
out, Jose stopped and asked for his phone number. Julien, who was obviously
gay, had blushed, but gave him the number. They went on two dates before
Jose moved Julien into his house, not wanting to spend a moment away from
him. They hadn't been apart since.

"What? Stop staring at me," Julien blushed and smiled, setting down a french
fry, and staring back at Jose with wide eyes to mock him.

"Sorry, you're so beautiful," Jose said, putting his hand along Julien's jaw
and rubbing his soft freckled cheek.

Jose's cell phone rang, and he answered it saying hello to Julien's father.
He told him in English (their common language) about taking Julien to the
doctor, but didn't tell him about Julien not sleeping. He knew he would have
to explain the break-in, and Julien's father was always worried about his
son's safety in the biggest city in the Western Hemisphere. Finally, he
passed the phone to Julien.

"Ahlo Papa, Comment allez vous?" Julien rambled to his father. Jose felt
left out when he went off in French, but it also turned him on a little.
Julien talked to his father for almost half an hour as Jose finished his
food and started picking at Julien's leftovers. Julien told his father that
he just had a cold, and had gotten some antibiotics. His father reminded him
that the family was having a surprise party for Adrien's (Julien's brother)
16th birthday this weekend, and Jose and he were to come over. Julien asked
Jose about it, and they agreed to meet them the next afternoon.

"Let's go see a movie," Jose said as Julien hung up the phone. Jose paid the
bill and they walked across to the theatres near the mall. Julien loved
action films, and there was a new American movie playing. Jose bought two
tickets and they found a seat near the back of the theatre. Julien snuggled
into him as the lights went down, and Jose put his arm around him, rubbing
his back.

Julien slid his hand down between Jose's legs, loving the feel of the shiny
soccer shorts. Julien's hand rubbed up and down Jose's bulge before lowering
his head down to kiss it softly. It began springing to life, and soon there
was a giant tent in Jose's shorts. Jose rubbed his hands over Julien's head,
pushing his face down into the fabric.

Jose pushed his shorts and briefs down, as his huge cock sprang free
bouncing against his tummy. Julien took the cock into his hand and squeezed
it tight. A large drop of pre-cum rolled out of the head and down the shaft.
Julien licked it, tasting his man's juices. Julien then dove onto Jose's
cock, feeling it hit his throat. He sucked up and down it, swirling his
tongue around the head. Jose mmmmm'ed and pushed Julien's head down further
onto his cock. Jose lifted Julien off for a moment to raise the arm of the
theatre seat, and soon Julien was back in his lap, sucking his hard tool
down his throat.

Jose's fingers wandered down Julien's back, inside his jeans, and into his
briefs, finding his baby's hole. He worked a finger inside his well cleaned
ass, finding the boy's prostrate, eliciting a yelp from Julien. Jose was in
heaven, with one hand on his baby's head, and another in his baby's hole, he
was enjoying the blowjob of his life. Julien loved having sex in public, but
Jose, always the closet-case, would only let him do things when there was no
one else around. Julien bobbed up and down on his man's cock as his pussy
was being invaded by two fingers now. Julien's own cock was straining
against his briefs and jeans, begging for attention. But, Julien wanted to
please his man, he would come second. Jose took his fingers out of the boy's
ass and put them into his mouth for more lube.

Julien sucked on Jose's fingers while pumping the man's cock with his hand.
When the fingers were sufficiently wet, they found their way back to
Julien's ass as he returned his attention to Jose's cock. Soon, the two
fingers shoved their way deep inside Julien's hole as Jose's body tensed up
and started shooting cum down Julien's throat. Julien sucked the man dry,
loving the taste of his papi's cum. Jose stopped finger fucking him as his
orgasm subsided, and then he laid back against the seat pushing Julien's
eager mouth off of his cock.

Julien laid back in his own seat, still feeling the two fingers in his ass.
Julien freed his cock from the jeans and jacked off as fast as his hand
would go as Jose resumed finger fucking him. Julien began lifting himself in
his seat, feeling Jose's thick fingers work their way in and out of his
hole. He wanted Jose's cock up his ass so badly, but he knew Jose would
never go for that in the theatre. He would have to wait until they got home.
Soon Julien began shooting all over the back of the seat in front of him.
Luckily, there was no one sitting there or they would have had a cum bath as
Julien always shot at least a shot glass full of cum (They had measured a
few times when they had gotten really drunk at home one night). Finishing
up, Julien collapsed into the seat, sending Jose's fingers all the way
inside him. He leaned over and exchanged tongues with Jose in a passionate
kiss.

Finally, Jose pulled his fingers out of the boy's ass and pulled him into
his side. Julien zipped up, but Jose's soft cock laid across his lap
pointing at the object of its affection. Julien petted it softly, but Jose
took his hand off, wanting rest. Finally the movie ended, and the couple
headed back to the parking garage to retrieve their car and head home.

Arriving at Jose's hillside townhouse, the two made their way inside and
shared a simple dinner of grilled fish with fresh spinach salad. The two
shared a big plate and ate on the couch with Julien's small body snuggled
into Jose's lap. They watched a little TV, and Jose fed Julien a sleeping
pill, hoping his baby would be able to sleep through the night. The two
started to play around in the bathtub before bed, but Julien fell asleep as
Jose was lifting him up and down on his cock. Jose finished up, shooting
into the sleeping boy's ass, then cleaned him up, and dressed him for bed.

The next morning Jose woke up to a fully dressed Julien hovering over him.
Julien traced a finger down Jose's strong lightly hairy chest. Jose smiled,
seeing his baby back to full energy level and pulled him into his side.
Julien leaned in and kissed him softly saying "Good morning Papi." Jose
yawned and stretched out his arms, looking over at the clock. It was 10:30.
Julien bounded off to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. He laid out a
spread of Tortillas, eggs, beans, and yogurt. They ate together as the
morning sun streamed through the windows of the upstairs breakfast area.

At noon, the two drove over to Julien's family's house in an older
neighborhood walled in from the noisy city. The security guard, recognizing
Julien, waved them through with a smile. The Moisant family home was on
almost an acre of land, covered with trees, resting on top of a small hill.
Jose pulled up the windy driveway, parking next to Julien's father's car
next to a rambling garage. Julien wondered why the family cars were not
inside, his father must have filled it with junk.

Julien's brother, Adrien, was out front, kicking a soccer ball around with
his friend Carlos. Adrien was two years younger than Julien, but almost a
foot taller. They had different mothers. Julien's mother, Juliette, was a
Montreal dancer who had died shortly after child birth. He was raised by his
father and stepmother who soon gave birth to Adrien. Adrien was tall and
strong like his father, while Julien had inherited the petite features of
his mother. Jean Moisant, the father, loved both of his boys, but raised
them differently. Adrien was always given more freedom and Julien was
babied. Adrien, who was a big fan of Jose, ran over to greet his brother as
Jose opened the car door for Julien. Adrien hugged him, lifting him off the
ground, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

The two boys went inside with Jose following. Their parents were sitting in
the living room, pretending that it was a normal day, waiting for Adrien to
leave. Adrien left shortly with his friends to go see a movie. The moment
his friend's car pulled out of the driveway, the four left began to ready
the house. Soon there was a large cake in the kitchen, and a table full of
food that the mother had prepared. About 3, guests started to arrive. They
hid their cars on the sides of the house, and there were about 30 people
there. Some were his school friends, others were neighbors and business
associated of Julien's father.

Adrien came home to an empty house, moved to turn on a light, and everyone
popped out yelling "Surprise," as the boy jumped. He smiled, and wandered
over to the big table full of presents. After lunch, Adrien opened them all,
and received all kinds of clothes, CD's, cards, and prizes. Julien had
brought Adrien an autographed soccer ball from all of the players on Jose's
team, and a jersey to match. Adrien kissed Julien and Jose on the cheek,
thanking them and holding the jersey to his chest.

Julien's father had one more surprise for both of his boys, and waved them
towards the back of the house. They followed him to the door of the garage,
and waited as he tried to build suspense. Jose stood behind his boy, holding
his arms around Julien's chest. Jean, Julien's father, led the two out to
the garage, and flipped on the lights to reveal two brand new cars. There
was a large SUV for Adrien and a VW convertible for Julien. The two
screamed, running to their respective cars, and thanking their father for
the gifts. Julien, who had never driven a car, slid behind the wheel of his
present, smiling as he ran his hands around the steering wheel and over the
shiny gadgets. He patted the passenger seat for Jose to get in, but Jose
shook his head no.

"No, baby, you don't drive," he said.

"I can learn!" Julien protested.

"No, I don't want you driving; this is too dangerous a city for that, no."

"Daddy," Julien yelled, looking at his father who was showing Adrien how to
work all the gadgets that came with his car.

"Yes baby?" He called, not looking at Julien's tear streaked face.

Jose moved over to Julien and reached down, pulling Julien out of the car
and into his arms. Julien pushed against his chest, and stood on his own two
feet, crossing his arms and running over to his father.

"He won't let me have it," Julien whined.

"Aww," his father said, looking over at Jose, "I got it so you two could
have a fun car for vacations, I don't want Julien driving either, but he has
to learn sometime."

Jose nodded, "Yes, but I drive, he doesn't need to."

Julien felt betrayed by both of the men who were discussing his future with
no regard for what he wanted or the fact that he was old enough to decide.
Adrien called for Julien to come check out his car. Adrien had learned to
drive on his fifteenth birthday and had been practicing all year, waiting
for his license which he got the day before on his real birthday (the party
was a day late for added surprise).

Julien didn't want to check out Adrien's car, he wanted to drive his own.
Jose would never go for it, but he decided to try. They argued about it for
almost half an hour when Julien stormed out of the house, and waited by
Jose's car, wanting to go home. He couldn't believe that his father had
sided with Jose. Jose chased after him, catching him at the car and pushing
him inside. Julien slumped back into the seat of the Italian sports car, and
turned his body facing away from Jose.

"I know you're upset baby, but this is for your protection. This is a
dangerous city and if anything happened to you, I would die. I need to be
with you to protect you. Remember the break-in? What if it had been in your
car while you were driving around without me?" Jose said, waiting for
Julien's response. He didn't get it though. Julien cried quietly without a
word the whole way home.

They made it home, and Julien walked slowly into the house as Jose locked
the door behind them and threw down the keys. Julien sat on the couch,
pulling his knees into his chest and resting his head on top of them. Jose
sat next to him, with his arm around him, trying to pull Julien into his
side.

"Ay baby," Jose said, "You will get over it. You know I am just doing what
is best for you." Jose leaned in to kiss Julien, but was met with a shove
against his chest.

"Don't touch me, I hate you! You fucking faggot!" Julien yelled. Jose moved
off of the couch and stood facing the wall. Julien was instantly horrified
at what he had said, and stood up to apologize. He moved towards Jose who
would not turn to look at him.

"Go to the bedroom, I don't want to talk to you right now," Jose said in a
low, angry voice. He still wasn't turning to look at the boy. Julien reached
a hand out to Jose, afraid to touch him.

"I didn't mean that, I'm sorry," Julien whispered, but Jose would not look
at him.

"I can't talk to you right now, go to the bedroom," Jose said, but Julien
didn't listen. He moved closer and touched Jose's arm. Jose, turned,
wresting his arm from Julien's light grip. His arm flew, and his hand
smacked across Julien's face. Julien recoiled, sitting on the couch, rubbing
the red mark that grew and filled the left side of his cheek.

Jose turned around, horrified at what he had done, and moved over to hold
the quivering boy in his arms. Julien wasn't crying, he was too shocked for
that. He threw his arms around Jose's shoulders, as his Papi lifted him off
of the couch. Jose carried his boy off to their bedroom silently, and laid
him across the bed. Julien curled up into a ball, sniffling and crying
softly.

"Baby," Jose said, rubbing his boy's back softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to do that... I..." He didn't know what to say. He was horrified by his action.
He knew that Julien's father would demand that he come home if he found out
what Jose had done. Jose slipped off the boy's shoes, and then stood up to
slide out of his own clothes. He stripped down to his undershirt and white
boxer briefs, and then curled his body around Julien's, holding him tightly.
The two fell asleep like that.  Late Saturday night a ferocious storm had
moved across the valley of Mexico. Rain poured down across the windows, and
a loud clap of thunder woke Julien He squirmed in Jose's arms, trying to
wake him up.

"Baby, someone is in the house!" he whispered, poking hard against Jose's
firm muscled abs. Jose released his grip, and sat up listening for an
intruder.

"No baby," he said settling back in with a yawn "Is the storm!"

Julien uncurled his body painfully. Every muscle ached from the awkward
position. His neck was tense as he sat up looking at Jose's body that
surrounded him on all sides. He moved to scratch his face and winced,
feeling the painful bruise. Crawling over Jose, he crept to the bathroom and
flipped on the light. There was a small purple spot on his cheek, not a big
bruise, but it hurt. He pulled an ibuprofen from the cabinet and washed it
down with a swig of the bottled water they kept near the sink. Julien washed
his face and brushed his teeth as he slid out of the wrinkled clothes he had
worn that day.

Naked, he shivered from the cold air that filled the house, wanting to crawl
back into Jose's warm embrace. Suddenly, he remembered the car that had been
given to him only to be taken away by Jose. He was still pretty angry about
that, but decided to not bring it up until this situation had passed.

Julien crawled back into bed, poking Jose who repositioned himself around
the small boy. Jose woke up about half an hour later, as Julien stroked his
chest.

"You awake nena?" Jose asked timidly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for what I said," Julien offered.

"Oh no baby, I..." tears began to form at Jose's eyes, "I hut you, I..."

"It's ok," Julien said, kissing Jose softly on the lips, "I shouldn't talk
to you like that. I know better..."

"No," yelled Jose, "It wasn't your fault. I lost control. It wasn't your
fault. How about tomorrow I teach you to drive your car? I can give you
lessons for awhile, so you can learn to work it?"

Julien beamed from ear to ear, "yeah? You mean it? Thank you thank you thank
you." Julien kissed little circles around Jose's face, bringing a smile to
the guilty man. Jose turned on the light from the side table, and examined
Julien's face. He hugged and kissed Julien, apologizing over and over again.
They fell asleep for a few hours and then woke up around 6 am with Julien
bouncing all over the bed, anticipating his driving lesson.

Seeing that Jose was awake, Julien bounced into the kitchen, and brought
back breakfast. He set the tray over Jose's cock, feeding him a fresh
strawberry. They finished their breakfast, dressed, and headed out.

Julien's parents were just waking up as Jose pulled into their driveway, and
Julien bounded from the car, clutching the keys to his shiny convertible.
Julien landed in the front seat, and turned it on. The car purred, as much
as VW's can purr. Jose slid in cautiously next to his boy, and began
pointing out all of the instruments and settings. Finally, he allowed Julien
to shift into reverse and back slowly out of the driveway. He almost clipped
the side of the garage, but Jose grabbed the wheel and steered them clear of
any obstacles. The car slid out onto the quiet neighborhood street, and came
to a stop as Jose showed Julien how to shift into drive. It was an
automatic, luckily, so Julien didn't have to learn about clutches and such.

"Ok, let's drive around the block a few times," Jose said, rubbing sleep
from his eyes. Julien eased off of the brake and the car began to move
forward very slowly. Jose put his arm around Julien, helping him to steer it
in a straight line, still not using the gas pedal. The neighborhood was the
perfect place to learn driving. Jose lived in a crowded city area, but
Julien's parents lived in a quiet neighborhood with wide streets and few
cars. The area was on top of a hill, and almost flat, giving every house a
wonderful view of the lush green valleys that filled the edges of Estado de
Mexico that surrounds Mexico City on three sides (similar to Maryland
surrounding D.C. but mountainous). Julien eased down on the gas pedal
following Jose's instructions, and the car lurched forward, aiming at the
curb. Jose grabbed the wheel and pulled the car back into a straight line.

Julien drove for almost 30 minutes before veering off into a row of
trashcans. He hit them going about ten miles an hour, but they flew off the
road and bounced against the mailbox. The car was ok, but Julien was shaken.
He put the car into park and got out, moving to sit on the hood. He surveyed
the damaged trash cans and began to cry. Jose got out and joined him on the
hood, pulling the boy into his side.

"I can't do it, I'm no good at this, I almost hit a cat, and I took out an
army of trash bins," Julien said, crying into Jose's side.

Jose laughed, "It's normal baby, I hit trash cans too when I learned to
drive."

"Really?"

"No, I never hit anything, but I almost did."

"I think I am done for today," Julien said, wiping his eyes and returning to
the car, this time sitting in the passenger seat.

Jose drove the car back to the garage, and then took Julien into his arms as
the door rolled down behind them. Julien pushed the button and the top of
the car came up and over them. The windows were tinted, and the garage was
dark except for a window in the corner. Jose stroked Julien's face, calming
his shaken child, and then leaned in to kiss him passionately. Their lips
locked, tongues intertwining, as heat began to fill the small car. Julien
was lifted off of his seat and placed in Jose's lap. Face to face, the two
began to kiss harder, as Jose's hands found their way up Julien's shirt,
rubbing his back slowly.

Julien's shirt was lifted up and off his body as Jose leaned in and began
munching softly on his left nipple. Jose sucked it, bit it, twisted it
between his teeth, and played roughly until Julien begged for him to stop.
Julien felt a hard cock pushing against the jeans below his ass, and began
grinding his ass into Jose's cock.

"Not here baby, your parents will catch us." Jose protested, pushing Julien
back against the steering wheel.

"HONK HONK HONK," went the car, and soon Julien's dad was poking his head
through the door to see what was going on. The car was still running as
Julien pushed the button to roll the window down a bit and stuck his head
out.

"Il est moi, papa, Je joue avec ma voiture," Julien said to his father who
chuckled at the sight of his bare-chested son and knew what was going on.
Jean went back inside; locking the door for privacy, and Julien continued to
bounce playfully on Jose's lap. Jose was freaked out about the acceptance
Julien's father showed, but he still felt guilty, and was willing to do
whatever Julien wanted.

Julien began pawing at the buttons on Jose's shirt, pulling them apart to
reveal a soft, brown, lightly hairy chest. He leaned in and took one of
Jose's nipples in his mouth, ready for revenge. Jose quickly undid the
button on Julien's shorts, and began sliding them down and off of him. This
car was not really made for sex, but it did have a roomy front seat. Jose
lifted Julien off of him, extending the boys legs to push the shorts and
briefs down to his sandals and then lowered him back onto his lap. Julien
took Jose's left hand and sucked on his middle finger before moving it
behind him to his tight pink hole.

Jose slid a finger into the tight space, working it around in small circles
to loosen the boy up. Julien reached back and took off his sandals, sending
his shorts and briefs to the floor. Now naked and exposed, he submitted to
Jose's finger as Jose steadied him with his other hand. The boy leaned in to
kiss his man as a finger found its way up to the boy's prostate. Jose knew
he had hit the right spot as Julien bucked and moaned into his ear. Jose was
on a mission to please the boy, and knew just what to do.

He lifted Julien off of his lap, and placed him back into the passenger
seat. With the boy facing the window, Jose slid his tongue into the boy's
hole, something he had only done once when Julien begged. Julien mashed his
hands to the window and buried his face in the side panel as Jose worked his
tongue up into his baby. He knew he had hit the spot when Julien screamed in
pleasure and pushed his ass back against Jose's face.

"Chingame SI PAPIIIIIII," Julien screamed for Jose to fuck him. It normally
took almost an hour to ready the tiny boy for Jose's large cock, but Jose
rose up on his knees, bending over his treasure to avoid hitting the ceiling
of the convertible. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock, and pointed it
at the boy's hole. Pulling back, he let a wad of spit roll off his tongue
and hit the head of his cock, adding a little extra moisture.

"Bulls eye," Jose joked to himself, and then pressed the head of his cock
against Julien's waiting hole. Jose put his arms tightly around Julien's
small chest, as Julien reached back and guided the tip into his hole. His
ass resisted, but Julien relaxed and finally the head popped inside. A
streak of pain shot through Julien's body as he began to regret making the
request. He turned his head and his worried eyes met Jose's gentle stare.

"It hurts you baby?" Jose inquired, but Julien didn't have the heart to tell
him to stop. He shook his head no and winced as he smiled. Jose held the
position, letting the boy adjust to his cock. When he felt the ring relax
around his tip, Jose pushed in another inch, feeding a finger into Julien's
sucking mouth. Eventually, he got most of it inside, and felt the tip bump
against the boy's prostate eliciting a long breath from Julien's lips.

Jose waited until Julien was comfortable. He gauged this by waiting for the
boy to begin pulling off the cock slowly and then pushing against it again.
Jose kissed the nape of Julien's neck and then began slowly working his cock
out of the boy's hole only to push it back in again. Jose picked up the pace
as Julien mmmmm'ed and pleaded for Jose to fuck him harder. Jose obeyed and
began to pick up the pace, pushing the boy's head against the window. Julien
also began to grind against the man's cock, feeling waves of pleasure wash
over him every time Jose hit the spot. His own hand reached down and jacked
on his own hard six inch cock.

Julien never could last long, and soon christened the car with ribbons of
white cum shooting over the new black leather seats. Julien's body bucked
and shook as Jose pushed farther into him. The sensations brought Jose
closer to orgasm, but he knew how to pace himself and could fuck Julien for
hours. This usually resulted in a 1 to 3 ratio of cums per fuck session as
Julien was always ready to shoot. Jose continued fucking him expertly,
pushing Julien harder against the glass. Jose grabbed his head and turned
his face to kiss him as his cock rammed faster in and out of the boy's ass.
It was almost twenty minutes when Jose finally tired of this and decided to
fill the boy like the golden twinkie he was.

"Ay, vengo vengo vengo!!!! (I'm cumming). Siiiiiiiiiiiii" Jose yelled,
pushing the boy back against his cock as he began shooting into the furthest
depths of his love's hole. Julien felt himself filling up with Jose's
notoriously abundant cum, and bit his lip as his body was being split in two
by his man.

Jose finished and collapsed back into the driver's seat, pushing his hair
back and pulling Julien into his lap. Jose relaxed his head against the
window and stretched his legs across the passenger seat as Julien snuggled
into his chest. They rested as Jose's cum leaked out of Julien and into
Jose's lap. Finally, both regaining their breath, Jose opened the door and
got out, looking around for something to clean up with. He sauntered over to
a roll of paper towels on a work bench as Julien curled up in the driver's
seat. Jose returned and wiped up the sticky cum from Julien's ass and then
moved over to clean the cum out of the passenger seat.

The couple dressed, and headed into the kitchen to share brunch with
Julien's parents. Jean, Julien's father smiled knowingly at them as they sat
down to pick at a plate of cinnamon rolls, sausages, and fruit. Julien
dashed to the fridge and brought Jose a cup of coffee and orange juice for
himself. Julien's mom said good morning and then ignored them, going back to
her morning paper. Jean and Jose began talking about Jean's company and
upcoming collaboration with the soccer team for an advertising deal blah
blah blah... Jose's arm laid across the back of Julien's seat as the boy sat
with his legs pulled up into the chair, licking icing off his fingers.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and Julien didn't want to be anywhere
else in the world.