Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 17:41:19 -0600 From: Aniel Subject: what jamie bought 6 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. Any comments, questions, or money may be sent to my email. Thanx, Aniel (ahn-yell, not hard to pronounce!) My other story is the Aniel and Guillo series under authoritarian, and I am working on another story that, so far, is total crap. So we will see how it goes... anielmty@hotmail.com ****************** What Jamie Bought 6 ****************** -Meeting Jamie's Family -Meeting Jamie's people Monday morning, a line of light peeked through the drapes, splitting Jaime in half as he spread across the bed, with me curled into his side. I laid there as my hand slid down to the waistband of his boxers, and then underneath. His cock was still asleep, but mine wanted to play. Sliding his boxers down slightly, I lowered my head to his tummy, investigating what lay below. I pulled his cock slowly up towards my mouth, stuck my tongue out, and licked gently at the tip. Since he didn't wake up, I decided to go a little further, placing the tip into my mouth, and swirling my tongue around it. His body began to stir, his hand moving from my back to my head, rubbing it softly. His cock hardened quickly in my mouth as I began to raise my head slowly, circling my tongue around his shaft, work my way up to the tip, and then take it all back in one swift motion. Jamie's hands became more assertive, holding me down longer on his cock, preferring to use the motion of his hips, as I sucked him down my throat. My right hand slipped down below his cock and balls, feeling my way to his ass. I had never felt around in there, but decided to have a go. I slid a finger between the cheeks, feeling for his hole; when his right hand came down to grab my wrist, moving it back to his shaft. I guess he isn't into that. He started to get a little forceful pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, but I did my best to take it and suck it hard. After a few minutes, I felt his cum flood my mouth, and swallowed as much as I could. He took his hands off of my head, and pushed me off of him, splattering his sticky cum all over my face. Looking at the clock, Jamie jumped out of bed and led me to the shower. We took washed quickly, and then went to the closet to get dressed for another boring day at the office. Jamie wore a black pinstripe suit with a white shirt and light blue silk tie. He looked so hot. He dressed me in soft khaki corduroy pants, a red collared button up shirt, and a dark blue pullover sweater (it was cold outside!). He handed me a pair of brown leather shoes, and I put them on as he gelled my hair just like he wanted it. Soon, we were off to work! When we got to the office, Jamie had a brown paper package on his desk. I sat at the new table he had set up for me, and opened my book as he tore into his parcel. He took out a small silver camera, and moved over to where I was sitting, snapping pictures as I eyed him annoyed. This new fascination with taking my picture lasted most of the day. When we went to lunch, he took pictures of me in front of a fountain, sitting under a tree, holding my kangaroo, and eating ice cream. I finally had to put a stop to it when he took a picture of me blowing my nose. "No photo!" I exclaimed, blocking the camera with my free hand. He laughed, pushed my hand down and snapped away. He then led me over to his computer, took a cord from the back of it, and plugged it into the camera. The pictures of me began appearing all over the screen as tiny squares lined up. He chose a few of his favorite and said, "Tristan!" I looked at him with confused eyes, so he sat me down at the computer, pulled up an email window, and Tristan's (my brother in Mexico) email address was at the top. The three pictures he had chosen were at the bottom. "Write him!" Jamie commanded, making typing motions with his hands. I didn't know what to say. It had only been two weeks, but I felt like I had been here with Jamie forever. It felt good to write in Spanish again. I told him all about our trip to Chicago and the cool jacket Jamie bought me. I also told him how frustrated I was being around people who didn't speak my language, and how much I missed him. When I finished, Jamie wrote a little bit, I hope it was good. He was smiling. Finally, he sent the email, and then it was about time to go home. That day, Angel had worked with me for a few hours. He seemed to be getting over his issues with me. Tuesday went by so quickly. I knew that an American holiday was coming up, but I didn't really know what Thanksgiving was or what Americans did for it. Tuesday afternoon, Jose came in around 2pm, and sat down next to Angel and me at the table. "Aniel, you are going on another trip," he told me in Spanish "Jamie is going home for thanksgiving, and you are going with him to Boston." "No," I whined, "We just went on a trip. I am tired of traveling. I don't want to go meet his family. It will be weird." "You will like Boston, Aniel, lots of things to do, and more snow!" Angel told me excitedly. Jamie looked at the three of us cautiously, not understanding a word of our Spanish, but he could read my face. He asked Jose what I said, and he told him I was nervous about his family. He came over to stand behind me at the table, and put his hands on my shoulders, massaging my neck. "Ok," I said, relaxing. "When do we go?" Jose told me that we would leave that night, and come back on Saturday. "Four days in Boston," he said, trying to make it sound like an exotic place. "You will have so much fun!" "Will anyone be able to talk to me or do they all speak English?" I asked Jose. He discussed this for a bit with Jamie and then told me that he would have his phone on in case I needed something, and he could talk to Jamie about it. Weather at the airport was cold and rainy. I hoped the flight would be cancelled, but it wasn't. The take off was excruciating, again my ears burned with the sudden change in altitude. Jamie gave me juice to sip on and a few Tylenol (I missed the white pills that knocked me out). I glared at him with teary eyes, he looked at me like a dog that had just eaten a couch, and pulled my head into his chest. When I begin feeling better, he put a movie on this little DVD player with a screen that he pulled from his work case. I watched the brave little toaster, and ate the sandwich and chips they gave us. It was almost ten when we made it to Boston, and again my ears hurt. This time I scooted away from Jamie and laid my head against the window. A taxi took us on a long ride across Boston. The whole city looked dark and ancient; everyone drove as though being chased by a giant monster. The whole ride I ignored him as he pointed things out to me and rambled in English. "Aniel, look, this is where the blah blah blah," he rambled on, poking me on the shoulder. My ears hurt, and I was not in the mood for English right now. "No English! Déjame en paz maldito! Tu me pusiste en este dolor y no quiero hablarte ahorita!" I snipped. "What does that mean?" Jaime asked. "It means you better back off or get some flowers buddy," said the cab driver with a chuckle. "I'm sorry baby," Jamie whispered into my reddened ear, sliding close to me. We rode the rest of the way in silence. I was exhausted, and burrowed into his chest to sleep. I woke up shortly after in front of an enormous gated house. It looked like the white house and was surrounded by old trees decorated in clear lights. Jamie came around and picked me up out of the back of the cab. He set me down on the doorstop just as the door flew open to a crowd of rich white people. I scurried behind Jamie, burying my face in his back. They crowd of people laughed and yelled, hugging Jamie, as we moved inside. The cab guy brought our bags in, and Jamie paid him, then led me into an enormous living room with red walls, large white couches, and a huge fireplace with a roaring fire inside. We sat on a couch, and the crowd took their places around the room. I looked down at my lap the whole time, not knowing what to do. Finally, I looked up, and across the room to the windows that lined the back wall. I jumped off of the couch and ran over to the windows. Snow, real actual snow was falling from the sky and piling up across the backyard. I pressed my hands to the window, and pulled them back from the icy cold sensation. It was amazingly beautiful. I had seen it on TV before, but never ever in real life. Soon, I felt Jamie's strong hands on my shoulders, as he leaned down to put his head next to mine. "Snow," he whispered, kissing my ear softly. His kiss stung a bit, but I didn't care. "Snow," I repeated, petting the window excitedly. His family was soon around us, laughing at my reaction. I wanted to go out there. I pushed through the crowd, searching for a door. I found one at the end of the windows, and raced outside. Jamie followed me, holding my leather jacket and helping me into it. The icy air began to hit me, and I shivered, but he held onto me, warming my body against his. After a few minutes of walking around, feeling it crunch beneath my shoes, I coughed. Instantly, he pulled me back into the warm house and sat my down by the fire. Jamie introduced me to everyone in the room, but I only caught who was his mother, father, and a few of his brothers. I smiled uncomfortably at everyone. They returned this by smiling warmly, and soon a cup of hot chocolate was handed to me by an older woman. I sat for the next few hours staring out the windows as everyone chatted in English, occasionally addressing me with comment or questions that I didn't understand. Finally, people began disappearing upstairs for the evening. Jamie and I settled into a nice room with two beds. I guess he didn't tell them that he liked to fuck me. Maybe he wasn't out or open with his family. After taking a long, hot shower, Jamie dressed me in warm flannel pajama pants and a long sleeve thermal shirt. He got into one of the twin beds, and patted for me to lie next to him. I grabbed my stuffed kangaroo and made for the other bed, smiling. "I your son?" I asked with a laugh. He nodded, smiling, and continued patting the small empty space next to him on the bed. I sat on the bed across from him, and said "Son no fuck," with a smile. I love the F word. Jamie reached across and grabbed my arm, pulling me over to his bed and on top of him. I sat on his tummy, straddling him with my knees as he pulled me down to his chest for a kiss. We kissed for a few minutes, and then he rolled over, flipping our positions so that I was flat on my back with his body on top of mine. He slid my shirt up, and leaned down to kiss a line from my chest to the top of my pajama pants. "I fuck you?" I said softly with a smile. "Uh, no baby, I fuck you," Jamie corrected. His hands continued to wander over my tummy. I returned the favor and moved my hands up his hard, toned abs. I loved feeling how strong he was. He scooted back, and slid down my pajama pants, and then pulled back at the waistband of my blue briefs, letting it snap back against my tummy. "Ay, ouch," I whined, smiling. Jamie grabbed my hands, and held them above my head against the pillow. He leaned his head down and slid back my briefs with his teeth. Using his lips, he picked my hard cock off of my tummy. He sucked it all into his mouth and worked his tongue around it. I put my hands on the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. I pushed up into his mouth. I am not a hung guy, maybe 6 inches which is fine since I'm small everywhere else. Jamie can take it easily, though he doesn't do it often. I started sliding in and out of his mouth. He was really good at this. After a few minutes, he let off my cock and kissed down the shaft, across the balls, and down to my ass. I mmmmm'ed when I felt his tongue begin to probe me. He was very good at working it into me, sending little shivers through my body. I squirmed on his tongue, and soon it was replaced with two fingers. He worked his fingers into me, loosening me up inch by inch. When he had them all the way in, he began sliding them in and out of me, spitting on them occasionally to keep them lubed. When I was sufficiently open, he got off the bed and went to the suitcase, fishing out a bottle of lube and a condom. I slid off my shirt and out of my pajamas and briefs. Jamie crawled back on top of me and leaned over me to turn off the lamp, sending the room into darkness. He set the condom on my tummy and worked a fingertip of cock in and around my hole. I took the condom when he wasn't looking and slid it under my back. When he had finished with my ass, he moved to feel for the condom that wasn't there. I started to giggle. "Baby!" he said in a very serious tone. I shrugged, answering "whah?" I reached for what he was looking for and held it in front of him. "I do!" I said, happily. He crawled over me on his knees until his cock was in front of my face. I kissed the tip and licked at it for a few seconds while unwrapping the foil package. I placed it onto the head of his hard shaft, and pinched the top, rolling it down. It stopped about an inch above his nuts. Damn he is big. I lubed it up good (since it was going inside me), and he crawled back into position. Jamie picked my legs up and pushed them down to my chest, exposing my hole. He leaned down over me, began kissing my lips, and slowly worked his cock inside me. Suddenly, he began to push it in really fast. "Ow, no, slow." I begged, and he stopped. "Sorry, it feels so good," he whispered, kissing my nose. His strong arms worked their way behind me as he lifted my back off of the bed. He flipped us over so that I was on top, and slid me down more onto his cock. My body began to loosen up and take more of him. When I finally got it all the way in, we froze, kissing madly. He lifted me up and then dropped me down onto his cock again. A wave of warmth swept over my body, and I shivered. "So good, you're so beautiful, I love you baby," he said, raising up and holding me tight for a kiss. He lifted me up and then bucked his hips, sending his cock into deeper spaces. I steadied myself with my knees on either side of his body as he slid in and out of me. I had one arm around his neck and the other on my cock, jacking it slowly as he fucked me. Our eyes met, and he smiled, beginning to speed up. Soon, he was ramming himself in and out of me. He bit on my ears and neck playfully as his arms held tightly onto my waist, fucking me fast. Our lips met, tongues intertwining. I jerked hard on my cock, and soon it began to spray across his chest, hitting as high as his face. He stuck his tongue out and up to lick the drops from his cheek, and then kissed me, giving me back my juice. As my body tensed from the cum, his body became rigid and I felt his cock erupting inside of me. We finished, exhausted, spent, and laid on the bed. I nuzzled my head into his chest, and closed my eyes. After a few minutes of rest, our chests were stuck together by the sticky cum. He stood up from the bed, holding me in his arms and carried me off to the shower. I was too tired to move, so I let him clean me up as I leaned against the cold tile, feeling the hot water streaming down my body. He dried and then dressed me before we climbed into the small twin bed together for the night. I held Canguro (my stuffed kangaroo) between us, as his strong arms held me into him. Sunshine peaked through the windows the next morning. I wiggled out of Jamie's arms and bounced over to the window, looking out at the city covered in thick white snow. The house was on a high hill, and looked over a tree covered neighborhood. There was a freeway in the distance, and a street lined with shops closer in. Everywhere I looked, there was soft white snow. I put my hand to the window, and felt the stinging cold from outdoors. Jamie's hands moved around my waist, and I jumped with surprise. Turning around, my face found his chest, and I leaned in to give him a morning hug. He bent down and kissed my hair, squeezing me tight. We decided to get dressed and head down for breakfast. Jamie dressed himself in a tight black sweater and grey pants with a black leather belt. He put me in a long sleeve red thermal top with a green short sleeve t-shirt over it, and baggy jeans with a leather belt. We put our shoes on, brushed our teeth, fixed our hair, and headed downstairs to a noisy, packed kitchen. There were trays of bagels and muffins next to a bowl of fruit and a pitcher of orange juice. Jamie made me a plate and sat me at a small table off of the dining room. He joined me a few minutes later with two guys who looked to be in their early 20s. He introduced them to me as his brothers, Jacob and Jason. Neither of them spoke Spanish, so I just smiled politely and ate my muffin and fruit silently while they all rambled on with each other. When I finished, I wanted to go outside to the snow. I stood up, but Jamie waved for me to sit back down. I was bored and he wasn't paying attention to me. I stared out the window at two boys about my age playing around in the snow. I wanted to play with them, but I doubt they spoke my language. I decided to get up. I had to wait until Jamie got up to get something or was distracted. I gulped down my juice, and then held the cup up to indicate that I wanted more. He smiled, and got up to refill it for me. This was my chance to go outside. As soon as he disappeared into the kitchen, I jumped up, surprising his brothers who looked at me cautiously. I nodded my head, and ran upstairs to get my jacket. I found our room, grabbed my jacket, and took another staircase down. I had almost gotten to the bottom when I heard Jamie calling my name. I pressed myself against the wall, and waited until I heard his voice getting farther away. I dashed down the last few stairs and across to the front door. I made it outside, and a harsh cold wind hit my face. I slipped my jacket on and went across the driveway to the white, snow covered lawn. It was still falling from the sky in tiny flurries. It crunched beneath my feet, such a weird feeling. I made deep footprints as I stomped across the lawn, and then watched them disappear as the wind blew the snow around. I squatted down, and began to push the snow into a small pile. My fingers started to hurt and turn a little red from the cold, but I was having too much fun. I had made a small mountain when I heard Jamie calling for me from the porch. "Aniel! You will get sick in this cold," He called, walking towards me clutching a scarf, gloves, and hat. He helped me into it, showing me how to properly put a scarf on, and then squatted down next to me, helping me pile the snow higher. He began to pick up the snow, packing it into a ball, scooping more to make it bigger. I copied what he did, and soon we had two big balls. Jamie stacked them up, and then made a smaller one for the top. When he finished, he wandered off and got two sticks, putting them on either side of the middle ball, and then put two rocks on the smaller one. A snowman! Yeah, I have seen them in cartoons. Ours wasn't as big as the cartoon ones, but it took a lot of work. I loved this; it was freezing cold, but so much fun. We don't have anything comparable to snow in Mexico. After we finished, Jamie made me go back inside to warm up for awhile. His family was becoming rather indifferent to me. I guess the exotic Latino novelty had worn off. I sat next to Jamie on the couch by the fireplace, again I got bored listening to him drone on and on in English to these people. Laying my head into his side, I closed my eyes. "aww," began Jamie's family, and then they began discussing me. I tried to pick up what they were saying, but their accents were thick, and didn't sound like Jamie. I got really uncomfortable about this, but Jamie put his arm around me and rubbed my arm softly. I fell asleep for awhile, and Jamie woke me up to tell me it was time to go. "Home?" I asked. He smiled and shook his head no, kissing me on the top of my head. He led me upstairs to the bedroom we slept in, and I laid down on the bed while he fooled around with our suitcase for awhile. When he was finished, he came back over to me with a backpack, grabbing my hand and my stuffed kangaroo and then leading me out of the room. "Where we go?" I asked. "To a party, in Boston," he replied. We walked down the stairs and out into a huge garage with four cars. We got into a shiny red BMW with black leather seats. Jamie drove through the little village and on to a freeway, speeding us off into the city. Boston is a really old town. It reminds me of Mexico City, without the ruins and with snow. We got to a high rise apartment building around sunset. A valet parked our car, and Jamie took the backpack, my kangaroo, and my hand, leading me into the building and into a large gold elevator. We went up about twenty floors, and then out into this big red hallway that looked like a fancy hotel. Crossing the hallway, Jamie knocked on one of two wooden doors with gold door handles. A man about Jamie's age answered the door, smiling excitedly. He leaned in to hug Jamie and kissed him on the cheek. Next, he leaned down to me and put his hand on my cheek, smiling and nodding approvingly. I felt like a new pet he had gotten. The man rubbed my hair, and introduced himself as Alistair. His accent sounded weirder than Jamie's or his family's accents. He welcomed us inside, and Jamie sat down on a couch, pulling me into his lap. I laid back against his chest, feeling his warm breath on my head. His arms slid around me and held me tight, bouncing me lightly on his leg occasionally. He talked with the Alistair for a long time. They must have been old friends. Alistair disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes and came back with drinks. Jamie sipped at what smelled like alcohol, and I had a bottle of water. I tried to reach for Jamie's drink, but he moved it out of my reach, and pulled my hands back into my lap. Across the living room were sliding glass doors going out to a patio that looked over the city and the bay. As you may have noticed, I have a thing about city views. They fascinate me for hours, which is good since these two were ignoring me and rambling on about something I didn't catch. I watched a beautiful sunset, and the lights of the city come alive. Jamie noticed that I was left out, and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, pressed a few buttons, talked to someone on the line, and then handed the phone to me. "Hello?" I said to the phone. "Hi baby," Tristan answered. I was SO excited. "Tristan!" I yelled, "Did you get my email? How are you doing? How is Monterrey? What have you been doing? I miss you so much." After Tristan calmed me down, he told me about everything that had been going on. He had moved out of our tiny apartment into a nice one bedroom near San Pedro (a swanky area of Monterrey). He said that Jamie got him a job downtown with a good company, and he was taking classes to finish college. Jamie had even bought him a new car, a small Volkswagen. We talked for almost an hour. I told him how frustrated I was with no one speaking my language, but I had seen snow and it was way cool. We talked about how nice Jamie was and how he was taking very good care of me. I told him about the trip to Chicago and how we were in Boston now, and I just wanted to be at home with Jamie in San Antonio. I started to cry finally, realizing how much I missed him. Tristan told me to hand the phone to Jamie as we said goodbye. He would explain what a home person I was, and how much I hated to travel. He must have told Jamie good things, because Jamie was smiling the whole time, and even laughed awhile. I stared at Alistair, smiling, but I didn't even try to talk to him. His English was weird and foreign. Finally, Jamie finished up, finished off his drink, and took me into the bedroom. He pulled out his backpack and began unpacking the things. "Take off your clothes," he said with a wink and wicked smile. I did what he said, and stood there in my briefs, then sat down on the bed to see what he had. Jamie took off his clothes and began laying out costumes. "For us?" I asked. "Yes, for the party," he said, still smiling wickedly. He pulled me off the bed, and slid off my briefs. He pulled these tiny silver sequined briefs from the bed, and had me step into them. They fit ok, but just barely covered my package, and rode up my ass, exposing my soft, light brown skin. He then pulled out a pair of small white feathered angel wings. Uh??? There were thin clear elastic straps that I put my arms through, and the wings rested against my back. Then he pulled out a white leather collar with a tag on the front, It was silver and engraved to say: "Aniel" Property of Jamie He secured it around my neck, and then led me into the bathroom. Setting me up on the counter, he took a jar of crystal glitter gel and spiked my hair. Then he took some glitter face paint and did my cheeks. When I was ready, I went and sat back down on the bed to watch him get dressed. He stripped down to nothing, his huge cock and balls swinging between his knees. He stepped into this spandex superman costume which hugged every rigid muscle of his body. Between the legs, the outline of his large package could be seen. I wasn't so sure about letting everyone see what my man had to offer, but I couldn't do anything about it. He gelled his hair back, and then tied a cape around his neck and stepped into red plastic boots to complete his outfit. I didn't have any shoes on, but I figured we wouldn't be going outside. When we walked out into the living room, more guys had arrived, and Alistair had put loud music on the stereo. There were two guys dressed as roman soldiers with the little skirts and armbands. They weren't wearing anything underneath, and they both had big cocks. Lots of guys showed up over the next hour. There were cops, warrior looking guys, a zebra (this guy in a spandex zebra costume with a soft tail), and other odd looking people, all muscled hot guys in their 20's and 30's. There was no one my age. I sat on a barstool in the kitchen behind Jamie who was talking to people. He made me a small plate with a sandwich and chips on it, and a sprite. When I finished eating, I slipped off the stool and wandered out into the living room which, while huge, was packed with guys everywhere. I caught the eyes and stares of most people in the room. This group of guys called to me from a couch in the corner, and I smiled, not knowing what they wanted. This tall, muscled blonde with sparkling green eyes, wearing a light blue speedo and goggles on top of his head stood up, and waved me over to him. I got a little closer to the group, but looked away. "Hey, come here boy," the man yelled, whistling at me like I was a dog. He patted his lap, and then laughed with his friends. I glared at him, and then turned to look for Jamie. "I'm sorry baby, come here," the man said, his voice softening. I looked up at him, and he added a nice "please." I wandered over to the group of five guys, and stood, looking down awkwardly. One of them moved off of the arm of the couch, patting for me to sit there. I did, and the blonde who called me over began introducing everyone. His name was Asher, and his friends were Rob, Nick, Andy, and Andres. Andres was dark skinned, and looked Latino, but not Mexican, maybe an Islander. Asher pointed at me, and I said that my name was Aniel. "Oh," he said, moving his friend out of the way to sit next to me, "What a beautiful name." I blushed, smiled, and before he launched into English, I said, "I no good English." Andres, tall, dark, and definitely handsome, perked his ears and asked me in Spanish if I was Latino. I said yes, and he reached in to inspect my nameplate. "Oh, you're Jamie's little boy!" he exclaimed, and then related the information to everyone else who rolled their eyes, smiled, and looked a little disappointed. "We were wondering when he would actually do that," Andres continued. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, he has a reputation. He's slept with most of us," he said, and then translated for everyone who nodded their heads and smiled. "I guess he finally settled down and ordered someone built to his specifications," he said, tracing a finger down my chest, stopping just above the waistband of the sequined briefs. I stood up and stepped backwards, as my body shivered. I turned to walk away, but they yelled for me to not go. Andres grabbed my arm and pulled me back down to the couch. Asher moved in next to me, and put his arm around me. I scanned the room looking for Jamie, but he wasn't there. "I need to go get a drink," I told Andres, but he just shook his head. "No, you should probably stay here; Jamie wouldn't want you wandering around. Asher will get you a drink," he said, and then told Asher what to do. He got up and wandered into the kitchen coming back with red plastic cup. He handed it to me and smiled. I put it to my lips, and it smelled very strong. Knowing that Jamie wouldn't let me have alcohol, I downed a big gulp quickly, and then held my mouth, wanting to throw it up. I kept it down, and shook my head disgustedly. Asher laughed, and then pulled me into his lap, with only my wings between my back and his chest. "Jamie is going to kick his ass when he finds out," Andres said to me, "Asher and Jamie were together for a few months about four years back." I squirmed uncomfortably in Asher's lap, wanting Jamie to come rescue me. Asher's hands rubbed slowly up and down my chest and tummy. The guys talked through Andres who told me about how many guys Jamie had been with and how he was a big player. I started to worry, but I knew Jamie loved me. They were surprised that I had met his family and was staying with them. None of them had ever met his family. Andres told me that he didn't even know where they lived. That comment made me feel a little better. I continued sipping on my drink, forgot where I was, and began to get more comfortable in Asher's lap. As I relaxed, his hands continued their slow rhythmic exploration of my chest and tummy. One of his hands moved down to rub on my thigh, and I got a little excited. "Stop that Asher," Andres warned with a laugh, "Jamie's going to kick your ass." Asher picked me up off his lap and turned me around. I straddled him with my knees and sat back against his legs. His hands moved up and down my back, holding me on his legs. I leaned back, closing my eyes and mmmmming as the drink warmed my body. "No harm done," he said, smiling at me. One of his hands wandered up to my face, placing a finger against my lips. I accepted it and sucked on it gently as my cock hardened and strained against the briefs. My silent pleasure was soon interrupted as Jamie's strong hands lifted me off of Asher and held me into his chest like a little boy. My cock poked against his abs, and his face was red with anger. Ignoring the change in partners, I nibbled on Jamie's ear, my arms around his neck. He and Asher exchanged some harsh words, and then Jamie leaned down and kissed Andres on the cheek saying hello. Jamie sat on the couch next to Asher and I curled up in his lap. Asher leaned his head against Jamie's shoulder, but he pushed him away, and laughed disgustedly. I felt a little guilty, realizing what I had done, but Jamie always assumed I was innocent and naïve, so no harm done. I loved the feel of the lycra superman suit Jamie was wearing that featured his hard chest, abs, legs, and every inch of his chiseled body. Jamie leaned in to kiss me, and then, tasting my drink, got upset. "Alcohol?" he yelled, looking disappointedly into my eyes. I nodded and pointed at Asher. Jamie shook his head, and began talking to Asher. Andres translated for me, sipping his drink and watching excitedly. -Why did you give him alcohol? - I just wanted to loosen him up a little, it's a party. You gave me alcohol when I was a teenager. - Yeah, but you were 19, he is a baby, my baby. - I used to be your baby - That was a long time ago, and you were also other guy's "baby." Andres laughed at that one and continued translating. - Jamie, really, why are you buying third world children now? - Fuck off, I didn't buy him. And what were you doing touching on him? - I was about to take your baby's cherry if you didn't come back. - I took it, many times; it was spectacular, much better than you could ever do. Andres stopped translating with that. "Some things you don't want to hear," he finished with a wink and then left to make another drink. He came back with a cherry coke for me, as Jamie and Asher kept on arguing silently. I sipped the cherry coke and it was loaded with alcohol. I gulped as much as I could before Jamie would notice. Asher moved a hand over to Jamie's arm, and Jamie patted it softly, finishing their fight. I wanted to know more about Asher, but I guess that is a door best left closed until Jamie is ready to let me in. By the time they stopped fighting, I was pretty much drunk. I squirmed in Jamie's lap, turning to face him. I noticed that his right arm was moving slowly up and down Asher's leg. Asher's bulge doubled in size, and the tip of his cock poked out of the side of his speedo. Jamie leaned in to kiss me as Asher slid off the couch, moving behind me, kissing a line from the back of my neck, to the waistband of my briefs. Jamie's hands moved around to my back as his tongue explored my mouth. He slid down the back of my briefs, exposing me to the room of guys. Asher moved in behind me, and I felt his tongue lick circles around the cheeks of my ass. Jamie slid down on the couch, pushing my chest down flat against his tummy, pointing my ass out for Asher to access. Jamie held me down as I moved up and down against his chest, my cock grinding against his. His cock was straining against the suit. Jamie stood up, setting me on the floor. My briefs fell to the floor, and Jamie took off my angel wings. I was a little embarrassed being naked in front of a growing crowd of guys I didn't know, but most of them were pairing off into their own sex games. Asher squatted down behind me, forcing his tongue into my hole. Jamie began sliding out of his suit as I bent over, waiting for his cock. It popped out and hit against my cheek. I sucked it into my mouth as I squirmed on Asher's tongue. His hands were rubbing up and down my legs, holding me tight onto him. Sitting down, Jamie kept my head on his cock, and ran his hands around my back while giving Asher orders to suck his baby's pussy. I worked my tongue up, down, and around Jamie's shaft, as my head bobbed up and down on his huge tool. Asher took his tongue out of me, and stood up, resting his hands on my back. I felt his cock rub up and down the middle of my ass, but Jamie told him to stop. Asher obediently left the living room and disappeared down the hallway, his hard cock swinging between his legs. Jamie lifted me up onto his lap so that my knees straddled him on the couch. Asher came back and handed Jamie a condom and a bottle of lube. Jamie worked some around his cock and then handed the bottle to Asher who lubed up my ass. Asher leaned over me and started sucking on my ear as Jamie lowered me onto his cock. "You are so beautiful," Asher whispered into my ear, and then bit down on it gently. My body shivered as these two men explored every inch of me. I was starting to get a little cold, sitting on Jamie, naked to the room. Asher's warm body pressed into me from behind, and he stroked my chest softly as Jamie lowered and raised me on his cock. A few other guys began to surround us. One sat next to Jamie on the couch, and stared into my eyes with a wicked, perverted grin. Another stood next to me, and began rubbing on my shoulder and then down along my side, as Asher pressed his cock against my back, letting it rub against me as Jamie continued pulling me up and down on him. I don't know why, but suddenly I felt embarrassed and dirty. I thought about Tristan and what he would think about me having sex in front of a room full of strangers. Jamie noticed the sad and guilty look on my face, and pulled me into his chest, letting his cock go all the way into me. I buried my face in his chest as he pushed Asher away from us and began whispering to me. "Is this ok?" he asked, lifting my head to look me in the face. I shook my head no, and he pushed me back into him, holding me tight. He stood up, holding me against his chest with his hard cock still inside me. He carried me off to the bedroom, shut the door behind us, locked it, and laid me down on the bed. He pulled his cock out of me, leaned over and kissed my lips. "I'm sorry baby, can I finish please?" he asked in a sweet pleading voice. I nodded yes, and he put his cock back inside of me, sliding in and out slowly, kissing me rough. His arms slid around me, holding my body into his as he rocked his ass up and down on me. His body tensed up, pushing his cock deep inside me, and then releasing his load. I stared past his shoulder, to the wall, staring at us in a large mirror. His tall hard muscled white body surrounded me, as my thin, dark legs wrapped around his waist. He fucked me for a few seconds longer before collapsing onto me, propping himself up on his arms so as not to crush me. I laid there underneath him, thinking about all of those guys who had been staring at us. What if they, like Asher thought that I was just some toy Jamie had bought? Something that didn't even talk. Finally, Jamie sat up off of me, looking down into my worried eyes. "Hey, what's wrong baby?" he asked, stroking my face. I didn't answer. "You didn't like playing with someone else?" he continued, I nodded yes, and looked away from his face, down to his cock. "I'm sorry," he said a few seconds later, "We don't have to do that again. Ok?" I said ok, and he leaned down to kiss me. He got off the bed, and went to get paper towels to clean up, and then found the clothes I had come in. I put on my thermal top, t-shirt, and jeans from this morning, forgetting about the costume Jamie had dressed me in. I was still wearing the collar with his name on the tag, but no shoes. Jamie, still naked, walked back out to the living room. I padded along behind him, barefoot. The party was still going on, and Asher was sitting on Andres's lap riding his cock on a chair in the corner. Andres must have just cum, because Asher eased off of him and made his way over to us to see what had happened. I clung tight to Jamie's naked side, and felt embarrassed all over again. Andres came over, his cock still hard and covered in a now filled condom. "You ok sugar?" he asked me in Spanish. "Yeah, I just... I don't know, I haven't ever done that before," I replied. "Aww, that's ok, you're too young for `that' anyways," he smiled, wiping his hands off on a paper towel. He walked just past me to a small trash can by the coffee table, pulled the condom off his cock, did a quick trick with his fingers to tie it, and tossed it away. Andres had a beautiful body, as hard and muscular as Jamie, but shorter and with a perfect bubble butt. I turned to Jamie and Asher who were talking about things I didn't understand, and then I followed Andres, still naked into the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, I realized that I was the only one wearing clothes in this whole apartment. Andres offered me a glass of orange juice, without the vodka, and sat across from me on a barstool. We talked for awhile. He was Puerto Rican, and had been in Boston for ten years, since his 20th birthday. I asked if he was Asher's boyfriend, and he shook his head no, laughing. "Asher is everyone's boyfriend when you need him. He is a good guy, but way too whoreish to date," Andres joked, "So what about you? How many guys have you been with?" I told him about Carlos, and how we had fucked once and made out a few times, and then Jamie. That was it. Andres laughed and told me that with such a "hot little body," I would have many more. I told him that I didn't want any more. I liked the little life I shared with Jamie. "Well, if you ever finish with him, come over my way," he said, kissing me on the cheek. Jamie came into the kitchen, still naked, and held me from behind, taking a chip out of the bowl on the counter and crunching noisily by my ear. Andres and I kept talking about how frustrating it was to not be able to communicate well with Jamie. I yawned, looking at the kitchen clock; it was one in the morning. "We go home please," I whispered to Jamie. "Ok baby, we'll go soon," he said, kissing me, and going back out into the living room. Jamie came back ten minutes later, dressed in his normal clothes, with our bag packed. He handed me canguro (my stuffed kangaroo), and led me out into the living room. Andres and Asher came over to hug us on our way out. It was a long, silent drive home, things had changed between us. I wanted to go back to when I didn't know that Jamie had such a history. I started to feel uncertain about what we had and how long it would last.