Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2004 02:26:10 -0600 (CST) From: Aniel 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. anielmty@hotmail.com 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 comentarios escribeme en mi correo electronico arriba. ************************ What Jamie Bought Chapter 3 ************************ 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...