Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003 20:12:55 +0000 From: Ben nobody Subject: Jose Spreads His Wings Chapter 4-Beginnings Jose Spreads His Wings By Ben Chapter IV A long pause, the Jose said, "Si. It is me." "Are you alright mi amigo?" Enrique was concerned. "I am not sure, to tell the truth." Jose replied. "Do you want to talk about it?" Offered Enrique. "Si, I think I do, but not on the phone. May I come over?" Enrique's voice was excited. "Of course you can. Why don't you plan to spend the night and I will bring you back in time for class in the morning... You may sleep in the spare bedroom if you want to." He clarified. "Okay, that will be fine. I will bring some clothes and my books." "Beuno! I will be there to pick you up right away." Enrique said. "No, I want to walk. It will give me time to think a bit. I will be there soon." "Okay, my friend. Just come on in. the door will be unlocked." Jose rang off and turned to make his way up the stairs to his dorm room. The noisy roommates were gone, having left pizza boxes and empty soda cans in their wake. The place was a wreck and Jose wished for the hundredth time that he didn't have to live there. At least, he thought, he had his own bed. At home, he had had to share with two of his younger brothers. He really was very grateful to Tio Jose for his generosity in paying the tuition that his scholarships did not cover and for providing him a place to stay while at the university, but he had no privacy. Maybe quieter and friendlier roommates would have made things easier. He heard the door open and then his third room mate, Sean said, "Jesus-fucking-Christ! What the hell happened in here?" Jose resented his language as much as his tone, which suggested that he, Jose, had something to do with the condition of the room. "Kyle and Chris had a little party and left everything like this." He turned and began stuffing his books and a change of clothes into his backpack. Without further conversation and headed out the door. He looked back to see Sean throwing the pizza boxes and bent cans onto Chris and Kyle's bunks. "They probably won't even notice." Jose thought as he thumped down the stairs and out into the mild night. The air was still and a bit muggy in early September. He could feel a sheen of sweat begin to cover him. Things were quiet on campus and he encountered only a few other students on the long walk to Enrique's condominium. His mind was whirling as he strode at an easy pace. His long, lean legs and body moved gracefully, cat-like. As Jose entered the building, he opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator. He knocked on the door, but received no replied. He tried the handle. Sure enough, he found it unlocked. He let himself in and called Enrique's name. Again, he heard no reply. Walking to the bedroom door found it ajar. Opening it revealed that Enrique's clothes had been removed and folded neatly on the chair. He walked through the bedroom to the open bathroom door. In the reflection of the mirror Jose saw Enrique's wet naked body through the clear glass door of the shower. What he saw took his breath away. Enrique was short and compact. His skin was smooth and hairless except for his legs. Compact and well muscled, though not bulky, was an apt description of what he displayed under the spray of the shower. He was tanned save for the area which must have been covered by a very brief Speedo while he sunned. His ass shone nearly ivory in contrast. Enrique was washing his hair. His arms, shoulders and back rippled with every movement. Jose stood, transfixed by the sight. Enrique turned to rinse and Jose saw his cock; quite large in it's semi-erect state, darker than skin of his body and circumcised. It was surrounded by a nest of neatly trimmed black pubic hair which traveled in a thin trail up his to his navel. Jose noticed that there was no hair covering Enrique's scrotum. He wondered if he must shave there. His gaze continued upward across the fine "six-pack" of his abdomen and lingered briefly on Enrique's full pecs and broad shoulders. As he watched Enrique's handsome face, the yes closed, he remembered the feel and taste of those sensuous lips as the pressed against his own. His body betrayed him, once again, as he felt his cock stiffen inside his briefs. Panicking, he silently retreated to the living room, set down his books and casually looked through a book of classic automobiles he found on the coffee table. A voice directly behind him startled him. "Mi Papa has a car identical to that one." Enrique said. "Que?" Jose said after realizing who had spoken. "There," Enrique pointed at the book he had been viewing. "The blue one." Jose looked at the photo in the book. It was of a 1957 Ford Thunderbird. "It is very beautiful." He offered. "Mama bought it for him before I was born. He has allowed me to drive it only twice." Enrique explained. He walked around the couch and sat down. He had put on a pair of nylon running shorts and a "wife beater". His hair was still wet and unruly after he had towel dried it. "Have you had anything to eat?" `Uh, no. Not since the cafeteria." He now realized he was ravenous. "I am hungry. Let's see what we can find in the kitchen." Enrique grabbed Jose's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Do you cook?" Asked Jose. "Not very well, I must confess." Enrique said with an embarrassed smile. "Ah, then perhaps you should let me do it. I have much experience. I have helped Mama All my life. Although cooking for just two is new to me. I usually cook for a large family." Jose explained. Enrique showed Jose where to find everything and then gave him free reign in the kitchen while he poured some wine and sat to watch him in action. He liked what he saw. Jose's long lean body moved in fluid, feline grace. While not as muscular as himself, Jose was quite defined and very handsome. His ass was perfect. Just exactly the sort Enrique loved to touch, taste and make love to. But that was the problem wasn't it? Jose gave mixed signals. On one hand, he seemed attracted to him, had even kissed him. On the other hand, he seemed to do everything he could to distance himself, sexually. Enrique had, long ago, come to terms with his homosexual feelings. Experimenting, in his early teens had given way to several romantic liaisons at prep school and in his hometown of San Augustin. He had spoken to his parents about it at age fourteen and they had been very supportive. He was certain that they would have preferred an heir in the future, but were proud of their only son. He had always tried his hardest to please them. He embraced his father's dream of educating himself and preparing to enter into the family business. Given the limited food supply typical of a bachelor and college student, Jose managed to deliver a surprisingly delicious meal. They talked easily as they ate, each secretly desiring to touch the other, to hold hands, to share intimately. When they finished, Enrique insisted on cleaning up while Jose got settled in the spare bedroom. They returned to the living room and sat on the couch. A long silence was broken when Enrique asked, "You mentioned on the phone that you wanted to talk. Has it to do with our kissing this afternoon?" Jose exhaled and gave him a grateful look. He wasn't sure he could have initiated this conversation. "Si. That and other things." "Go on..." Enrique encouraged. "Went to confession this afternoon." Jose began. "Have you done something wrong?" Enrique asked. "I am not sure." Jose looked into Enrique's eyes. "It is all so confusing. I asked the priest about..." "About what, Jose?" "Well, about some thoughts and feelings I have." Jose began to explain. "Padre Pedro says that they are evil and that I should not have them. I try not to, truly I do." "And these thoughts and feelings..." Enrique asked. "Do you wish to tell me about them?" "Si, Enrique, I do." Jose said quietly and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Jose." Enrique began. "Look at me. It is alright, mi amigo. Take your time and talk to me." The calm assurance in Enrique's voice encouraged Jose and he spoke. "I have thoughts and feelings of lust for... for..." Jose hesitated. "For men?" Enrique offered. Jose nodded, too ashamed to speak. He was so afraid that Enrique would no longer be his friend and he had noone else to talk to at the university. "And you think this is wrong, evil? Enrique asked him. "I do not know. Padre Pedro say so, but I am not sure." Jose sounded miserable. "And have you had these thoughts and feelings about me, Jose." Jose blushed deeply. "Oh yes! Enrique, I am so sorry!" "Do you wish me evil then, Jose?" Enrique leaned closer to him. Jose's eyes flew open wide. He was sure he had now offended his new friend. "No, Enrique! Not at all. You are mi amigo. You are the first friend I have met at university. I would never wish evil upon you. Please believe me!" I hope this is not moving to slowly for you. I want to make sure I get chapters out to the readers in a reasonable amount of time, but I have limited time in which to write. Please take the time to read my other stories, which I have posted on Nifty. Just click the "Authors" link then scroll down until you see a listing for "Lyle Benton". Enjoy!