Date: Fri, 30 May 2003 16:59:36 +0000
From: Ben nobody <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jose Spreads His Wings Chapter 7-Beginnings

Jose Spreads His Wings

By Ben

Chapter VI

Jose quickly fell into a routine living with Enrique. His days were filled
with classes and research for his courses. He had signed up for a full
schedule and it kept him very busy. Always an excellent student, he applied
himself wholeheartedly to the task. Jose was serious about his education.
He felt he owed it to his parents, his uncle and his younger siblings to do
his best.  He had no patience or respect for those fellow students who did
nothing but party and took it all for granted.

He enjoyed his living arrangement with Enrique very much. Aside from the
fact that he now had a quiet environment in which to study, Enrique also
had his own computer and Jose was discovering the usefulness of the
Internet. His new roommate seemed to take his studies just as seriously and
he did.

Jose had yet to decide on his major and was enrolled in core courses and
those which were mandatory for all degrees at the University. Enrique was
working on a degree in Business and Management. He was earmarked to enter
into his father's multifaceted world of business and land holdings.

Of course, there was some time for leisure activities and Jose enjoyed
Enrique's company very much. The talked a great deal, laughed with and at
each other, seemed to have the same taste in food and
entertainment. Neither of them had watched television much before, so they
used it mainly for movies that the rented.

Household expenses and responsibilities were shared equitably. Jose had
always helped out around the house, so he welcomed this activity. He was so
happy to have left his lonely, noisy existence in the dormitory behind. And
then there were the sleeping arrangements.

No matter what position he fell asleep, he almost always woke up snuggled
next to Enrique.  Although they had not had sex nor even exchanged a kiss,
Jose found it ever harder to stay his resolve against his "evil "
thoughts. He had been back to speak with the young priest and was
encouraged by his easy, non-judgmental manner. But it also served to add to
his confusion.

A few weeks went by and Enrique announced that he would be flying home for
the long weekend.  His father would be sending the company plane to pick
him up at the small airport just outside of town. He urged Jose to go with
him, stating that they could even get a chance to travel to Jose's village
to see his family. It didn't take much convincing. Jose had never been away
from home before and missed them very much.  Since neither of them had
classes on Friday, they met the plane on Thursday afternoon. Jose was a bit
apprehensive because he had never been in airplane.  He was surprised to
see how small it was. He had expected something a lot bigger. Enrique
greeted the smiling pilot with a hug. He introduced him to Jose soon they
were onboard.

Jose watched in rapt attention as the pilot conducted his numerous
preflight checks. It seemed he inspected every square in of the exterior
before climbing into the cockpit.  There he continued his checklist.  After
starting the engine, he carefully checked all of the many gages and tested
the control surfaces.  Finally, he radioed the control tower for permission
to take off.

As the little plane began to move, Jose turned to Enrique and smiled. "Is
it not exciting?" He asked his friend.

Enrique looked up from his book and saw the boyish expression on Jose's
face. He wanted to take Jose's face in his hands and kiss him
deeply. "Si. Would you like to set up front and watch as we take off?"

Jose eyes grew wide. "May I do that?"  "Of course you may. Come up and sit
in the seat beside me." The pilot called back to him.

Jose quickly moved forward and got his long frame buckled into the
copilot's seat. We watched everything the pilot did as the plane roared
down the runway and left the ground.  "Madre de Dios!" Jose exclaimed. It
is so beautiful from up here. "The trees are so small and the roads field
look like a painting. "

Jose began talking to the pilot, asking hundreds of questions about how the
plane worked. His questions were answered patiently and to his
satisfaction. He was even allowed to take the controls for a brief period
of time. He was thrilled. He couldn't wait to tell his family of his
adventure. He was also anxious for them to meet his new friend.

At one point in the long flight, Jose looked back and saw that Enrique had
fallen asleep. He found it incomprehensible. How could anybody be calm
enough to sleep when they were flying high in the sky and there was so much
to see and so much to learn? Jose made himself a promise that day. He vowed
that, somehow, he would learn to pilot an airplane.

As the sun began to set, lights appeared on the ground. Jose thought they
looked like jewels on black velvet. He could easily tell the major cities
easily from rural areas.  Enrique stirred and spoke to him.  "That is San
Diego far to the right and behind us slightly. We will be home soon."

"It is beautiful, is it not? Jose indicated the glimmering panorama. "Si,
it is. "Enrique smiled at him. He found Jose's child-like naiveté and
enthusiasm very endearing.

The pilot began to gradually decrease the altitude as they neared the
private airstrip on Don Chavez's estate. Enrique called on his cell phone
and almost immediately bright light illuminated the long, hard-packed dirt
lane. Jose stared wide eyed and excited, and maybe a little bit nervous, as
the small airplane made a perfect landing at the hands of the skilled
pilot. He resolved, once again, to be able to do the same some day. Perhaps
when he finished at the university, he could train to become a commercial
pilot.

They exited the plane and helped the pilot push it into a large garage-like
building. Exiting the building on the other side, they were met by a large
black automobile.  Enrique indicated that Jose should enter the rear door
then followed him. Jose had never known such a fine car existed. Certainly
nobody in his small village had ever seen one like it. He was just
beginning to understand the vastness of the Don's wealth.  The limousine
wound its way down the tree-lined road. Through a large break in the trees,
Jose saw an enormous house lighted by ground floodlights. "Surely," he
thought.  "This cannot be Enrique's house. This must be a luxury hotel." As
they drew nearer, however, the lack of a sign and other clues told him that
it was, indeed the residence of Don Chavez and his family.

The big car stopped smoothly in the wide circular driveway, just in front
of the door. A well dressed, middle-aged man quickly descended the stairs
and opened the rear door. Jose was thinking that Enrique looked nothing
like his father when his friend bounded from the car and grabbed the older
man in a strong hug. "Manuel! " Enrique said, excitedly. " I have missed
you. How are your Senora and your son Raul?

"Hola, Enrique. She is fine, very well. Raul is growing so quickly. He is
taller than you are now.  Soon he will be as tall as...as...him." Manuel
indicated Jose, who was just emerging from the limousine.

Enrique made the introductions. Jose, too received an embrace. Manuel, he
learned, had worked for the Don for many years and was like a member of the
family. They walked up the steps and through the massive double doors while
the driver followed with their bags.

Jose stared wide-eyed, his mouth open in disbelief, at the opulence he saw.
The central hall of the house was very wide and three stories high. An
immense crystal chandelier hung between twin curved staircases. The
gleaming black and white marble floor seemed to stretch out forever and had
numerous doors on either side. "Where is Papa?" Enrique asked.

"He is up with La Dona, your mama. He will be meeting you in the library
for cocktails after you have dressed for dinner."

Jose looked down at himself. He had selected his best clothes for this
trip.  He wanted to make a good impression. Enrique, by contrast, was
dressed very casually in black jeans and a polo shirt. He thanked Manuel
and led Jose up to the second floor and down a long hallway.

Stopping beside one of the large, ornate carved doors, Enrique said, "This
is your room. Come, let me show you around. Enrique pushed open the door
and Jose stepped inside. He saw what looked like a small apartment,
complete with sofa and entertainment center. Behind a lacquered folding
screen, he saw the largest bed he had ever seen. The furniture was heavy
and masculine the fabrics rich. Plants were placed artfully about the room
and despite it obvious expense, it seemed very homey.

Enrique led him through another door into a short hallway. On one side was
a dressing room with closets along both walls. Jose noticed his small bag
on a fine wooden table in the corner. On the far side of the hall was a
huge bathroom. Water was churning in a huge tub. Beside the toilet was
another porcelain fixture with which Jose was unfamiliar. There was a very
large shower with two showerheads and benches along the sides.  I looked
much like the shower he had shared with the entire floor of his dormitory
at the university.

"I don't know what to say." Gasped Jose. "Everything is so beautiful
and...BIG!"

Enrique laughed. "You will get used to it. This is the best part." He
opened a door at the end of the hall and stepped into a room almost
identical to the other bedroom/suite.  "This," he announced, "Is MY
room. If you decide you don't want to sleep alone, you can always come in
here with me. Just like at the apartment." Jose felt relieved. His entire
family could have slept in that bed in the other room. He would, indeed,
sleep in here with Enrique.


"Come, mi amigo we must change. Papa insists that we dress formally for
dinner." Enrique took his hand and led him back to the dressing room.

"Uh...Enrique." Jose began with much embarrassment. "I have nothing formal
to wear."

"Ah, no need to worry my friend. I ordered this for you when I invited you
to come home with me.  I hope it fits well." Enrique opened one of the
closets and pulled out a dazzling black tuxedo. Jose couldn't believe
it. He had never worn anything nearly so fine. He reached out and touched
it as if it were pure gold."  "Oh, Enrique! It is wonderful! You will have
to show me the correct way to wear it."

Enrique smiled his brilliant smile. He was happy to bring such joy to his
friend. "Si I promise. If it doesn't fit you well, I will have it altered
for you. You may keep it here for when you visit, which I hope will be
often. Come let us shower quickly so we will not keep Papa waiting."

Enrique quickly began peeling off his clothes on his way to the
bathroom. He turned on the water and stepped into the shower. He turned to
his friend and said. "Come, Jose, we haven't much time." Jose didn't have
time to think. He disrobed and got beneath the showerhead not occupied by
Enrique.

"Please soap my back for me." Enrique said, holding the bar out to him Jose
was so surprised that he nearly dropped it. Enrique turned away from him
and Jose reached out to touch his friend's smooth muscular body. The feel
of the slippery, warm skin caused his heartbeat to increase. He felt his
cock begin to stir so he quickly soaped Enrique's strong back then returned
the soap to its holder.

Jose turned away from Enrique in an attempt to hide his growing erection.
This was taken as an indication by Enrique to soap Jose's back. Jose
inhaled sharply when he felt his friend's hands contact his naked
body. Enrique thoroughly scrubbed his back and his ass. Jose was afraid he
would ejaculate, so aroused was he. Turning off the hot water, he hoped his
erection would subside. He was partially successful by the time Enrique
turned off the water and they began to dry themselves with warm, thirsty
towels.

Jose followed back to the dressing room where Enrique showed him where to
find underwear, socks and a white pleated shirt with black studs. He put on
the garments and Enrique helped him into his tuxedo. Tying the bow tie
proved to be more difficult than he expected.  Enrique found a lip on tie
and turned Jose around to face himself in the large wall mirrors.

Jose Hardly recognized himself. He squared his shoulders, turned one way
and then the other, admiring the way he looked. "It fits you well, Jose. I
did a good job guessing what you needed. I have to admit that I looked at
the labels in your clothes as well." Remarked Enrique. "Let's put on our
shoes and go downstairs to meet Papa."

Jose walked gingerly so as not to wrinkle his clothing or crease the shiny
shoes. Enrique stopped him and told him to relax. "You look like you are
walking a tightrope, like in the circus. Just walk naturally." Jose tried
to relax and felt much better for it. They came to the library door and
entered.

An extremely handsome and masculine man rose from a wing chair near the
fireplace. He held a glass in his left hand and extended his right hand to
Jose. "Buenas Noches, Senor. Welcome to my home."

Jose was speechless, and merely nodded. Everything about this man commanded
immediate respect, from the touch of gay hair at his temples, to the
powerful body, to the manicured fingernails. Don Chavez gave off an aura of
power and confidence. He had a friendly smile and a firm handshake. Jose
was terribly intimidated by him and had to struggle with himself to meet
the gentleman's eyes. "Please enjoy a cocktail before the ladies arrive for
dinner."

Enrique gave his father a big hug, and received a kiss, full on the lips
from the patriarch. It was clear to see that these men had a strong, close
relationship. "How is Mama?"  he asked.

"She has her good days and some bad days. Fortunately, today is a very good
day for her. She has been excited all day about you coming home and
bringing your friend to meet us." Answered the Don.

After the two younger men had gotten their drinks, they all sat in front of
the fire. "Enrique tells me that you are from Boca del Pero, Jose. I had
the opportunity to help some people in that village not long ago, following
a severe storm. I met many good people and was glad I had the chance to get
them back to their lives." Enrique's father said to Jose.

"Si, I was told by my Tio Jose, has met you. He is an attorney there. He
told me how you helped to save the village." Answered Jose.

The Don was flattered. "I don't know if I did all of that, but I made some
very good friends there, your uncle included. I remember him well..."

The Do was interrupted by the door opening and the entrance of two very
beautiful women. The elder was seated in a wheel chair and, despite her
gauntness, gave off a regal air of elegance and grace. Her thick black hair
had faint streaks of gray which only added to her charm. It was impeccably
styled and shone in the light from the fireplace. She was dressed in an
ivory, floor length gown with a high collar which added to her look of
royalty.

Jose immediately rose to his feet and did Enrique and Don Chavez. It had
been a reflex move on his part, so taken was he by this small woman's
presence. Enrique quickly walked to her and lowered himself to his knees to
embrace her. They exchanged several kisses and words of endearment. It was
evident to everyone in the room that there was a special bond between
Enrique and his mother.  Enrique stood and motioned to Jose to come
closer. "Mama, may I introduce my friend, Jose?"  Jose walked over, and,
for some reason, felt compelled to reach out and embrace her. She returned
his hug and, when he stood upright, smiled radiantly up at him. "Thank you
for that, Jose. Your mama must have done an excellent job of raising you."

Jose blushed. "Si, she is a great lady, like you." He said shyly.

Enrique then turned to the younger female. He swept her into his strong
arms and twirled her around in circles. "Carla, Carla, Carla! Mi hermana
bonita! I have missed you so much. And look, I have brought my friend Jose
to meet you. Is he not very handsome?"

"He certainly is." Agreed Carla, after Enrique ahs allowed her to regain
her feet. "Hola, Jose it is good to meet you. Do you have a hug for me as
well?"

Jose bent to hug the tiny young woman, barely out of her girlhood. She did,
indeed, look just like her mother as Enrique had told him. He burned orange
dress complimented her smooth, tan features to perfection. Her hair, thick,
black and shining hung down her back nearly to her knees.

"Will you escort me into dinner, Jose?" Carla asked and reached for his
arm.  Enrique pushed his mother's chair and they all followed the Don into
the dining room.


I hope everybody had a fun and safe Memorial Day weekend. I ended up
crashing my Crown Vic, but, fortunately nobody was hurt and it will be back
on the road again soon.  As you wait for the next chapter, please take a
look at 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".