Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2004 01:39:55 -0600 From: Aniel Subject: What Jamie Bought-5 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 is purely coincidental. If you are not allowed to read this kind of material for any valid reasons, please do not continue further. Always practice sex safety. 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 sea 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 5 @@@@@@@@@ The next few days, Jamie and I fell into a routine. He would wake me up when he was ready for work and pick out clothes for me to wear. Then we would go to his work where Angel was teaching me English at the couches at the back of his office. Angel still felt badly about calling me a whore, so he was very nice to me. Plus, with Jamie there, he didn't try to touch or hug me. At five, Jamie and I went home, had dinner, played around for awhile, and then went to bed. Friday afternoon, Jose came into Jamie's office after Angel had finished with me. I was sitting back on the couches sketching in my book while Jamie was on a call to someone, yelling very meanly at them, but smiling at me. Jose sat next to me on the couch and said that he liked my drawing of the apartment building Tristan and I lived in, in Monterrey. Settling in close to me, he told me that Jamie had asked him to talk to me about his weekend plans. He said that Jamie was going to Chicago for the weekend, and I was to go with him. He walked over to Jamie's desk and took a small leather wallet and brought it over to me. I didn't know what to think, I looked at him, nervously. Opening the wallet, he took out a plastic card with my picture on it. He handed it to me silently as I studied it. It said "Arizona" on the top. Next to my picture, it had the name Daniel Garcia on it. I asked Jose about it, and he said it was a fake. If there was any trouble, I was to show this ID. It said that I was 18 years old, and lived in Mesa, AZ. Why did I need this? Jose told me that it would get me into clubs and settle anything if we had any trouble. He handed the wallet to me, and I found three credit cards with both Jamie's and Daniel's (me) name on them. There was also a calling card and about forty dollars in cash. I took the bills out (four tens) and fanned them out in front of me. Jamie, who was watching from his phone call laughed and shook his head, winking at me. I smiled, feeling the new fresh green paper between my fingers. It was more money than I had ever had in my life. We were supposed to leave from his office and go to the airport. Jamie had a dinner meeting tomorrow night, and then we would spend all of the time together in Chicago. I had never been there, but had seen it on TV. When Jamie finished his calls, he came grabbed a small black suitcase from the closet and came over to where I was on the couch. He closed my sketchbook, put my pencils back into their case, and packed it all up in my backpack. Handing me my backpack, he pulled me off the couch, turned off the lights, and we left. "Have you been on an airplane?" he asked me. Angel had practiced travel conversations with me on Wednesday, so I understood airplane and you. I shook my head no, and he smiled, squeezing my hand as we walked down to his car. The airport was crowded, and Jamie pulled me along through the terminal. When we got to our seats, two big seats in a quiet, small section of the plane, Jamie buckled me in, and pulled canguro (my stuffed kangaroo) from the suitcase. He thrust him into my lap, sat in his own seat, and pulled out his laptop to do work. When the plane got out onto the runway, it sped up. Jamie held my hand as we began to climb into the air. I felt a sharp pain in my ears, and left his hand to cover them. I began to cry, and he quickly pulled out a juice box from his work bag. I shook my head no. I didn't want juice, I wanted off this thing. "Drink!" he commanded as he put the straw to my lips, and forced it into my mouth. I drank a little, and the swallowing made my ears go back to normal. I don't think I hurt them permanently, but they were very sore and red. Putting away his work, he pulled me into him, kissing each of my ears softly. The plane leveled off, and a waitress came to give us drinks and snacks. Jamie had a glass of wine, and gave me orange juice and two small white pills with a red v on them. I swallowed the pills and finished my juice. I snuggled into his side, watching as he flipped through some boring magazine. The next thing I remember was Jamie shaking me softly and whispering "baby" into my ear. I opened my eyes, and the room was spinning. We were still on the plane, but everyone was moving around, talking and laughing. Jamie stood up and picked me up out of my seat, still clutching canguro. He grabbed our bags with one hand, and held me on his shoulder with the other. As we made our way to the door of the plane, he set me down on my feet and pulled me by the hand out into the terminal. My legs felt weak, but my ears didn't hurt, nor did my head. I just felt really tired. Pulling me outside, Jamie got us a cab and began talking to the driver. He had his arm around me, and I laid my head against his chest, I was out again. The next time I woke up, I was in a bed almost as big as ours at home. I moved to sit up, but Jamie was holding me with his arms, fast asleep. I moved his arm from around me, and he rolled over as I sat up. Looking ahead, I saw a million lights outside the windows that covered one wall of the room. It was the biggest city I had ever seen. I hopped out of bed and ran to the windows, looking out across the flat urban landscape. To my left was water, to my right, freeways and apartment buildings. In front of me were enormous office buildings. Looking down, I saw the street, thousands of feet below me. I felt dizzy and fell backwards. Jamie, noticing my absence, woke up and called my name. "Aniel, bed, now" he said. I crawled back to the bed, fearing that I might fall out and onto the street below (I had never been this high, and I don't like it). The ground beneath me felt safe and strong, but I scurried back to the bed and into Jamie's arms. Lying on his back, he pulled me into him, my head on his chest. "We fall!" I exclaimed. He laughed and held me tight. "Baby ok, Baby no worry," he assured me, mocking my English. I looked over at the clock. It was 4am. I wasn't tired anymore, but if I left the bed, I might unbalance the building and fall into the street or lake. I tried to lay still and wait for morning, but I have a very short attention span. My hands began to wander down my soft flannel pajamas. I pulled off the covers and discovered they were blue with hello kitty all over them. My hands wandered over to Jamie's bare chest. I stared at his sleeping body. He looked so peaceful. His eyelashes were long and soft. The other day he held them against my cheek and batted his eyes quickly, giving me "butterfly wing kisses," as he called them. His nose opened and closed silently as he breathed. His lips were parted about half an inch, curved into a slight smile, and I could see his tongue touching the tips of his teeth. His chin had a little bit of stubble on it, and I petted it, feeling a man's face. I turned to look back at the clock, 4:04. Damn! Morning was not on its way. Maybe if I make a noise, he will wake up and play with me. I coughed quietly, no response. I tried to resituate myself, but his arm held me tight, glued into his side. I coughed again, this time a little louder, no response. I put a finger next to his ear, and slowly made its way inside, tickling around the antihelix. He stirred suddenly and moved to swat my hand as I brought my finger quickly back to his chest, pretending as if I had been sleeping. He settled back in, and my boredom returned. This time, my finger ventured to his nose. I traced the outside of his nostrils, rubbing softly on the columella. He sat up, sneezing loudly. "Baby! Stop!" he yelled. "No me siento cansado," I replied, giggling. "English?" he asked with a curious smile. "No tired," I said, tracing a line down his chest with my finger. He sighed, reached over to turn on the side lamp, pulled my sketchbook from his bag, kissed me quickly, and laid on his side, facing me, to go back to sleep. I sat up on the bed. I wanted to draw the big building in front of us, but the low light, made a reflection of our room with us in bed, so I drew that instead. I drew the large, low, modern bed. I drew Jamie sleeping, and me, sketching, and the glass table with the small lamp next to me. I even drew our travel bag and my backpack on the floor at the foot of the bed. I drew our shoes, neatly lined on the floor in front of the window, and the picture of the Chicago skyline on the wall behind us. By the time I had finished with my sketch, the sun was beginning to rise on the city. The alarm clock said 6:29, and a few seconds later, began to blare with people talking on some morning show. I reached over and hit at it, but it wouldn't turn off. Jamie's hand flew past me and smacked the top of it, it sat silently, like a dog afraid of its owner. I bounced out of bed, but Jamie pulled me back, holding me onto his chest. I stared up at him, somewhat annoyed that he was still not getting up. After a few minutes, the alarm clock blared again, and this time he was ready to get up. After he turned it off, he smiled down at me. "You are so beautiful," he said, petting my hair. I smiled, blushed, and tried my best to look adorable so he would get out of bed! He just laid there, staring at me, and smiling. "Why you look?" I asked, finally breaking the awkward silence. He thought about what to say and what English I would understand, but settled on just shaking his head and continuing to stare. Finally, taking his arms off of me, he allowed me to get up. I crawled to the edge of the bed, and stared out of the enormous windows as the sun rose over the lake. Below us, Chicago was waking up, exciting things were going on, and I wanted to see it all. Still afraid of falling out of the giant windows, I kept one hand tight around his ankle, knowing that he would save me. He lay back, amused at my fright, seeing what I would do next. I was so focused on the view, that I didn't feel him move up behind me. Suddenly, I felt a finger poking my butt very hard, and I jumped. I whirled around and clung to his chest, relieved that it was just him playing a joke. He lifted me into his arms and carried me off to the bathtub. Setting me down on the cold tile floor, I began to get out of my pajamas. By the time I was naked; he had begun to fill the bathtub, and was brushing his teeth. He stared at me in the mirror, his eyes roaming up and down my small, tanned frame. His stare settled in on my cock, and, when he noticed that I was noticing, he winked. Jamie eased into the large round tub, and patted his lap for me to sit down. I settled in between his legs, my back leaning against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, and he began to soap up and down my chest. His hands wandered down, caressing my dick softly, tickled underneath my balls, and came to rest between my legs, rubbing small circles around my hole. I pressed back into him, gripping his legs, shivering slightly with pleasure. His lips found my neck, and bit playfully on the back. I closed my eyes, feeling his finger begin to work very slowly into me. The mood had changed each time we played around. He started off being an aggressive, harsh master, but had slowly changed into a gentler, sweeter lover. Thursday night, we had spent two hours exploring each other's bodies; he would work me to the edge of cumming, and then pull back, waiting for it to subside. This morning, Saturday, was our first week-aversary of being together, and he was taking it slow. My hands rubbed softly up and down his thighs, feeling the strength of this powerful man. When he had his finger halfway in, I began to move my body up and down on it, feeling it slide further into me each time. He continued to kiss me from behind, now sucking on my right earlobe, grinding it softly between his teeth. After a few minutes, my body adjusted to his long, thick finger, and he decided to try another. At first, my ass resisted the new intruder, but soon I was again riding happily up and down on him. His other hand moved around to pull gently on my now hard cock, as our breathing increased and synched. His mouth moved down to the side of my neck, and he sucked gently, careful to leave me unmarked. When my body adjusted to his two fingers, he withdrew them quickly as I was on the upstroke, and I fell down, caught quickly by his hand. I turned around and smiled at him, always the playful love. Taking control of me once more, his hands gripped my waist and he raised me out of the water, and then down onto the tip of his cock. As he held me firmly, our legs met, mine on top of his. He lowered me gently onto his cock, pushing me down until the head popped inside of me. Ever so slowly, he eased me down, breaking for almost a minute between each inch to allow me to get used to his huge tool. When it was halfway in, he began to get up, holding me in place, and bent me over the side of the bathtub. He put a towel beneath my chest, leaning me over the side, and began to work his cock into me, slow then fast then slow again. His pace began to quicken, and soon he was riding me, leaning over me, my head against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, pinning me in place, as his cock slid in and out of my hole. "I love you so much," he whispered over and over again. "I love you too," I replied, feeling warm from his words. "I'm going to cum soon baby," he said after about ten minutes of sliding in and out of me. He sped up the fucking even faster, his body tensing up, his arms holding me tightly. A few minutes later, his body began to shake, and mine followed. As I felt his cock tighten and release his cum into me, it pushed the cum out of my own cock, and I let go all over the side of the tub. The orgasm was intense and lasted a good minute and a half. Our breathing was synchronized, and when he relaxed, my body followed. I laid there, pushed against the towel, feeling the weight of his spent body crushing me. After a few minutes, I could take it no longer. "Ow, heavy," I said weakly. "Oh! Sorry baby," Jamie said, getting up, and pulling me off the towel, back into his legs. I laid against him, turning to snuggle into his chest as we soaked in the now chilled bathwater. His arms closed around me, and I feared that he was going back to sleep. After a few minutes of relaxing though, he raised me up and got us both out of the bathtub. He unplugged the water, and the bathtub began to drain. Then we moved to the large glass shower in the corner and finished getting clean. I stood there under the warm water as he cleaned me from head to toe, removing all evidence that I had been fucked. We finished, dried off, and moved back to the bedroom to get dressed for our day. Out of the black suitcase, he pulled a pair of small blue flannel boxers from the suitcase, and held them up for me. I didn't wear boxers, but I decided to give them a try. He had an identical pair for himself, but in his size. We both wore jeans, white button up shirts, and blue soft pullover sweaters with the white collars poking out. We both had dark blue suede skater shoes with blue socks that matched the sweaters. Ok this was getting cheesy, but in a sweet way. We fixed our hair, I brushed my teeth, and then we left the room. Riding down in the elevator took forever. When we left the lobby, a cold chilly wind hit me in the face. It was only November, why was it so cold? I got excited, thinking that I might see snow, but no such luck. Chicago was a very crowded city with big sidewalks. We got into a big yellow taxi, not like the small green ones you see all over Mexico. Jamie made friendly conversation with the driver who eyed me suspiciously. He took us to this restaurant across from the lake and a big highway. Jamie ordered me a pancake and fruit bowl, and a big stack of pancakes for himself. I had two big glasses of orange juice, as Jamie sipped his coffee, holding my hand across the table. When we finished, we walked a few blocks over to Michigan Avenue, a big street with a lot of big shops on it. We walked past a lot of cool stores, but Jamie pressed on until we came to a big department store. By now, my nose was frozen, and I was burrowed into his side, walking quickly to keep up with his big legs. "I cold," I announced. "I know baby," he said, wrapping his arms tight around my chest. We walked up to the doors of the big department store, and a doorman opened the door for us. Inside, a wave of warm air swept over me as Jamie rubbed my arms. We made our way through the store and came to a department with coats. At the front of the department stood a display of black leather jackets. I stopped to feel the arms, thinking of how cool I would look in it. Jamie pushed us on, and took a heavy blue coat off of a rack and began to put it on me. I did my best to look ugly in it, frowning and staring longingly at the shiny black jacket I had already fallen in love with. He shook his head no, and took it off of me, reaching for a bright green coat with grey stripes across the chest. My shoulders slumped, and I began to pout. "Ok Ok," he laughed, taking it off of me, and placing it back on the rack. He pulled me by the hand over to the jacket I dreamed of, and took it off the rack. The smallest one fit perfectly, and I smiled a big toothy grin to show how nice it was. He chose a larger one for himself, and took me up to the counter to pay for them. I refused to take it off, so I had to hold my arm under the scanner so the salesgirl could ring me up. Thinking that I didn't speak Spanish, she said to her self, "He's going to get fucked for this one." I jerked my arm back, and glared at her, saying in Spanish "That's my dad you pervert." She jumped, not used to Hispanics who spoke Spanish, "Oh, I'm so sorry sir, I didn't mean it like that." I smiled, said it was ok, as Jamie stared in confusion. She turned to him, and made polite chat, trying to smooth things over. He handed her his credit card, and I hugged myself, loving the feel of my new jacket. As we walked out onto the street again, I thanked him over and over again, jumping up to kiss him occasionally, as a few eyebrows raised around us. He held my hand firmly as we made our way through a crowd at a bus stop, and walked over a bridge across the icy river below us. The buildings shot up around us in every direction, I could hardly take them all in. I had seen New York and Chicago on TV before, but I was shocked at just how crowded it was. By the time we made it to our next destination, it was almost noon. We came to the biggest building I had ever seen, the Sears' tower. We walked into a special entrance that took us to a long line of people. We waited in line, and Jamie bought two tickets, but he didn't say what for. We stood in the line for about twenty minutes before making it up to a big elevator. The elevator took us to a big room on a high floor where we could look out over the city. Along the windows was a railing to keep us in, I looked out, and quickly backed away. The city spilled out in every direction, I could see the tops of buildings, and cars the size of M&M's below us. I didn't like this, at all! Jamie put his arms around me and pushed me towards the window, holding me tightly as I leaned against the rail. Jamie leaned forward, pressing my head against the glass. The floor below me disappeared, and I looked down, seeing the sidewalk and microscopic people out sightseeing. His arms were wrapped around me, and I held onto his hand, digging my fingernails nervously into his skin. "shh, shh, shh," he whispered into my ear, "you're ok, I got you. I got you baby." I could feel myself hurting him, but he wasn't upset. He patiently held me, hoping I would get used to the sight. I didn't. After a few minutes, he gave up, and I pulled him by the hand back to the elevators. My face was red; I wanted to go down, back to the ground. When we got back to the lobby, we found a photo booth and Jamie pulled me inside, and down into his lap. I was still a little upset, but I was safe now, in his arms. Walking across downtown, we found a little Italian place to eat at for lunch. I had a small slice of cheese pizza, and Jamie has pepperoni. He decided to take us across to the park for lunch. There was a huge beautiful fountain, and we sat in front of it to eat. After lunch, we took a taxi to a rental car place, and got a black shiny BMW to drive around in. We sped up Lakeshore drive, and walked around a small town shopping center. I bought some cherry flavored lip gloss at a drug store for my sore, cold lips. Jamie bought some postcards of the Chicago skyline. At 6, Jamie took me back to the hotel, and left me in the room for a few hours to go to his business dinner. He left me in bed, and ordered me a movie to watch on the TV. Then he ordered my dinner from room service and waited for it to come up. It was a small salad with grilled chicken. I wasn't hungry, but he left it next to me for later. Kissing me softly he said, "No door! No Phone!," pointing at both things, and then, "No go!" pointing at the door and raising his eyebrows. I said ok, and then he left. I got into the movie. It was so stupid, but it had Spanish subtitles. It was about some teenagers and a talking dog that solved a mystery of this ghost haunting a hotel. Parts of it didn't make sense, and the jokes were stupid, but I got into it and decided to watch the whole thing. At 8, it was over, and I ate my salad and flipped through channels finding a Spanish soap opera that I had seen two years ago in Mexico. At 9, I started to worry about Jamie. He had been gone awhile. A few minutes later someone knocked at the door. Bored, I jumped up and went over to look out the keyhole. It was too high up, so I took a wooden chair from the desk in the corner and stood on it, looking out. There was a strange looking white guy in a suit. He yelled for Kevin to open the door, and I yelled, "No Kevin!" He apologized and walked off. I decided at 9:30 to explore the hotel a little. I knew Jamie would be upset, but maybe he had forgotten which room we were in. I put on my shoes and leather jacket, and left the room, leaving my leftover dinner outside in the hallway. I went down to the lobby, and found an arcade room with rows and rows of video games. I took a dollar from my wallet and played a game where I had to shoot squirrels and other animals in a forest. After my fourth game, I decided to go back upstairs. It was 10:15, and Jamie might be back by now. When I got up to the room, I tried to open it, but it was locked. I realized that I didn't have one of those cards that Jamie used to open the door. I knocked, but no one answered, so I sat in the hallway for half an hour, waiting for Jamie to come home. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was the elevator ding and Jamie calling my name. I opened my eyes and stared up at his face. He looked worried and upset. I pointed up at the door, and then made my hand into a fist, turning it to indicate that I didn't have a key. "Why did you leave?" he inquired hotly. Then he launched into a big English speech, shaking his head no and pointing a finger at my face. "Love you," I said meekly, shrugging my shoulders, milking the cute factor, and he reached down and picked me off of the floor. I collapsed in his arms, tired from a long day. He carried me into the bathroom. We brushed our teeth, and then went back into the room. He went to find my pajamas, and I began stripping off my clothes. He stared at my naked body, as I yawned and stood beside the bed. "Tired," I mumbled. "You had a big day buddy," he said, helping me step into my pajamas. Jamie tucked me into bed, and I watched him take off his suit. I loved watching him undress, taking off his jacket, loosening his tie, unbuttoning the arms of his shirt, untying his shoes and placing them back into the suitcase. He was just getting ready for bed, but stripper music began playing in my head as this office looking man unwrapped his tight, muscular body. Getting down to his boxers, he climbed onto the bed, lying next to me. I smiled, tracing a finger down his chest. I know that Jamie bought me, and he thought of me as a kid, toy, pet, but I was beginning to love him. This was my man, my protector, and now my love. He looked up at me appreciating him, and looked confused. "What's wrong?" he asked. I didn't have the English to express myself, so I shook my head, and snuggled into his chest. He held me close, and then reached over to turn out the light. Sunday morning in Chicago, Illinois, the weather had turned gray and rainy. We stayed in bed until almost nine am, and then showered together, dressed together, and went down for breakfast. Jamie had dressed me in khaki cargo pants, a white long sleeve t-shirt covered by a dark green hooded sweatshirt, and green suede skater shoes. Jamie wore a light blue striped button up shirt covered by a matching wool sweater, and dark pants with black shoes. We sat down in the restaurant near the lobby of our hotel, and Jamie pulled out brochures to show me our plans for the day. I ate yogurt mixed with fruit and cereal, as I thumbed through the brochure on the Brookfield Zoo. I had never been to a zoo. We didn't really have a good one in Monterrey. We had Plaza Sesamo, a theme park based on Sesame Street, but it didn't have any animals. We finished up breakfast, packed up our things, and walked out to the parking garage to go to the zoo. On the way, he gave me the other brochures for a planetarium, a science museum, and a street with weird stores on it. Wow, a packed out day. I turned to look at him, thinking of how to ask my question. "All?" I asked. "You," he replied, pointing at each brochure and then at me, indicating that I could pick. Well, the zoo was the best, shopping would be fun too. It took me the whole drive to the zoo to organize what we should do. I decided that after the zoo we would visit the shops, before we had to go back to the airport. "What time fly home?" I asked. "Eight, ocho," he said, laughing at his little language joke. The zoo was awesome. We spent about three hours walking around, looking at everything from gorillas to giraffes. Jamie bought me a picture book in Spanish about the zoo and all of the animals it had. I read important facts about each animal out loud, and he nodded, pretending to understand me. No one seemed to care that we held hands while walking around. This must be a cool city. At the petting zoo part, Jamie bought food for the goats, and they ate right out of my hand, slobbering all over me. After that, we quickly found a place to wash our hands. We sat down for a quick lunch at a place beside a large playground. I tried to make conversation, but it was a little awkward with the language difference. I was starting to feel like I was letting him down, not learning English fast enough. But, it is a hard language with all kinds of crazy rules that never apply to more than three words. I was about to open my mouth when his phone rang. He talked through lunch on some business deal. I finished my half sandwich and soup, as he took bites of his hamburger between sentences. When he finished the phone call, lunch was over. He got up to throw our trash away, and I reached up to wipe ketchup off the corner of his lips. He smiled, thanked me, and then went to the trashcan. I followed him, and from there we went back to the car. We found the street with the weird stores an hour later. There was this one store below the street level that had the strangest resale items. The aisles were lined with everything from platform shoes to records to old books. Next door was a three story bookstore that stocked old and new. Across the street was a guy's clothes and shoes store. I got a tight black t-shirt with a red Chicago in cursive across the chest. Jamie bought some new black leather shoes. I think that was his fourteenth pair of those. We worked our way up the street, and I ended up with two shirts, a pair of black leather pants with flames up the sides (so cool!), a Spanish pop CD, and a kid's book to help with my English. We hurried up to the airport, and made it to our plane ten minutes before it took off. Jamie gave me one of the white pills from the flight there, and apple juice to sip on for the takeoff. By the time we pulled onto the runway, I was yawning heavily which helped with the takeoff. I fell asleep, and woke up to Jamie carrying me off the plane, wheeling the suitcase behind him with the bag of our new purchases strapped to the top. I squirmed in his arms, and he set me down, steadying me as I got used to walking on my own. We got to our car, went home, and went to bed, exhausted from the weekend.