Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 17:40:08 -0600
From: Aniel <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aniel and Guillo part 1

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 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.

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			     Aniel and Guillo
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"Baby! Wait!" I yelled after him, but he was down the hall and headed out to
the metro (subway) station to go to work. I had to check my email before I
left for class. He didn't allow me to be on the computer when he wasn't
there, but just this once. I was waiting for an email from my group to
discuss when and where we were meeting today to go over the study guide for
the final. I sat down at his desk, and pushed the button to turn it on. The
desktop appeared shortly and the background was set to a picture of me he
took last year at the pyramids outside Mexico City. I smiled, I remembered
that day. My light skin was red from the hot sun, and I almost fell of the
pyramid of the sun when a tall man in a hurry pushed his way down the steps.
Guillermo had grabbed me with his strong, dark arms and pulled me to the
safe side of the stairs just in the nick of time. We had just been living
together a week and he decided I needed to expand my horizons and leave the
city. It is still the farthest I have been outside of Mexico City, about an
hour's drive north of here. My family was poor, and in my 15 years of living
at home, before they found out I was gay and kicked me out; I had only gone
as far as the subway would take me. Guillermo had found me sleeping in the
alley next to his office, and taken me home. Suddenly, I remembered why I
was here, and I clicked the email icon to open the account we shared. This
was his personal account. I didn't have access to his business account. "I
better call him and make sure it is ok," I said to myself. Picking up the
phone I dialed his cell number while the email opened.

"Caniche! (literally means poodle, this was his pet name for me), what does
my baby need?" he answered.

"I need to check my email and see where my group is meeting this afternoon
for our final review." I said.

"Ok baby, just check it quickly and turn the computer off, I will wait on
the phone."

"Ok," I scanned for the message from Mariela and found it quickly. "Got it!
San Guadalupe Library at 4. Will you be home by then to take me?" I asked.

"Yes, wait for me, and don't answer the door, and don't play on the
computer, I will be home in a few hours. You have to study for your test. I
just need to sort some things out and then I will be free for the weekend. I
love you, ciao ciao." He hung up.

I closed out the email window and was about to shut down the computer when I
saw a new document on the desktop. It was labeled "Aniel (ahn-yell)." My
name was on a file? What was in it. I knew Guillo (Gee-yo) would be upset if
I didn't follow the rules, but don't I have a right to know something with
my name on it? I wavered for a few seconds, sliding the cursor between the
file and the shut down button. Without thinking, I scrolled over the file
and had clicked. Oops! The file opened, and I began to read:

Date: 10-05-03
From: Guillermo.anasazi@ais.mx
To: Josemalagana@aztecanet.unn.mx
Subject: Interesting find

Jose, this morning I found a perfect new subject for our project. He is a
small boy who was sleeping in the alley behind my office building. He was
clean, indicating that he had not been there for a long time. I woke him up
and gave him part of my breakfast. He told me his story. The night before,
his father had walked in and found him sucking a neighbor boy. The father
packed his backpack full of clothes and pushed him out the door. No family!
Can you imagine? What luck! This will be perfect for our project. I took the
day off work and brought the boy home. His name is Aniel. I fed him, gave
him some orange juice with a mild sedative, let him shower, and then gave
him clothes to change into and put him to sleep.
Later, when he awoke, we engaged in sexual activity. At first, he seemed to
resist, I forced him down, face first into the bed, and took off his shorts.
I began to lick around his anal opening and found it to be quite tight. Upon
doing this, Aniel stopped resisting and moaned into the pillow. Inserting a
finger proved to be tricky. His opening was still very tight, a sign that he
has not had this type of sexual activity. It took me a few more minutes of
tonguing his hole before it began to open up to my finger. Once I had a
finger inside of him, Aniel proved to be a pure and natural bottom. His body
started to buck and push back against my finger. He made noises to indicate
that he was very much interested in this activity. Soon, his opening was
ready for another finger. I pulled a bottle of lubricant from the side table
drawer and applied generous amounts to both his hole and my finger. I worked
in the second finger until I had both inside of him and began to wiggle them
around. His hole loosened up nicely and I decided to try my penis. Through
this activity, his penis was fully erect and pumping against the bedspread.
I decided to flip him over since he seemed more open to the fucking now.
Once I put him on his back, he drew his legs up to his chest and spread them
wide. I inserted my penis slowly with little resistance. Aniel continued to
moan with each new inch of penis his hole received. I began to thrust in and
out of him rapidly. By the thirteenth thrust, his penis shot three large
wads of cum across his chest and onto the pillow behind him. This caused his
ass to tense up sending me into an orgasm. I decided to release my
ejaculation into his ass, he did not resist. Once we finished, I gave him
another shower and then held him as he fell asleep in my bed.
Here are his vital statistics to start your file.
Aniel statistics:
Height: 5 feet 3 inches
Weight: 90 pounds, has a very small frame
Age: 15, date of birth: 9/20/88
Hair color: light brown
Skin color: white, must have heavy Spanish ancestry
Eye color: green with a twinge of light brown depending on the lighting.
Penis: 3 inches soft, I have not measured his full erection, will try later.
Pubescence: Aniel seems to be a few years behind in his development. He has
a light dusting of hair above his penis, none below. His legs have a very
sparse/light dusting of hair, none on his arms or underneath his arms. He
has not developed hair on his face. His voice is very child-like. When he
ejaculated, I measured three large spurts that flew across his body and
landed on the pillow behind him. The boy is quite virile.
Street Value: 100-200 pesos per half hour.
Sell Value: We could get about 40,000 US for him in the United States or
about 60,000 US for him in Europe.

I hope this is helpful in starting his file. Feel free to stop by and meet
him for further observations. He is not attending school so I will have to
adjust my schedule to allow more time for him.

Best of luck, Guillermo
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I was frozen to the chair, not believing what I had read. My boyfriend was
using me for a project. What did he mean by street value? Was he planning on
using me for prostitution? There were pages of these emails he had pasted
together with replies from Jose. I had met Jose a few days after moving in
with Guillo. He had always been obsessed with measuring and weighing me, but
I just thought he was a health nut. What were they planning with me? I
didn't read anymore of the emails. I knew Guillo would be upset if he found
out I had read one, better not push it. I turned off the computer and sat on
the couch, starting to cry. Kiko, Guillo's big black lab, came over and sat
on the couch next to me with his head in my lap. He always knew when I was
sad, and it bothered him. I laid down on the couch, with Kiko next to me,
and fell asleep with my head on top of his.

All of a sudden, I heard the ding of the elevator arriving to our floor, and
then Kiko barking wildly. He knew when Guillo was home. I petted him softly
and then laid my head back down to pretend I was still napping.

"Baby," Guillo called from the hallway, "Aniel? Are you here?"

I froze, not knowing what to do. I heard his footsteps walking through the
apartment; he continued to call my name. "Aniel, BABY? Where are you?" As he
opened the door to his office, I could feel his eyes on my face.

"Baby," he whispered softly, "Are you awake?"

Kiko growled protectively. Somehow he knew things weren't ok, and he took my
side. Guillo clapped and yelled for him to get off the couch, and he obeyed.
I opened my eyes and stared up at him blankly.

He moved in to sit down, and I pulled my legs into my chest. He leaned in to
kiss me, and I kissed him back reservedly. I studied his boyish face, his
soft brown eyes, his killer smile, his messy brown hair. At 27 years old, he
still looked as good as he did when he played soccer. How lucky I thought I
was to be dating a former sports star. He had played through college and two
years on the professional city team. Having broken his knee at the 1999
playoffs in Monterrey, he had retired and gone to work for his father's
company. The money he had made allowed for our beautiful apartment in
Polanco, the snobbiest young professional district of Mexico City. Our top
floor apartment is about four times the size of the home I grew up in with
my two parents, my five older brothers, two grandparents, and my aunt. Our
bedroom alone was the size of my parent's apartment.

Guillo put his arms around me and then checked the clock. "Oh, we still have
half an hour, plenty of time to play around," he said while sliding his hand
down to my ass. I tried to break from his grip, but he held me tightly. "I
want to fuck you so bad," he whispered in my ear.

"Why?," I questioned while pushing, without moving his muscled body, "So you
can write Jose about it? Get the fuck off of me."

Guillo froze. He held me tight in his strong arms as I began to struggle to
no avail. He pinned me down against the couch and put his lips to mine. I
closed my lips hard, but his tongue forced its way through. I thought of
biting him, but I knew that he could do more harm to me than I could to him.
I started to cry. Why was he doing this? Didn't he love me? In a matter of
two hours, my loving, caring, sweet, wonderful, gentle boyfriend had turned
into a psychotic observer. I felt dirty. When he stopped kissing me, he got
up to pick me up and carry me off to our bed. Once his arms were off of me,
I got up and ran. I ran to the front door and slipped on my sandals.
Grabbing my wallet and keys, I started to open the door, but a hand flew
past my head and slammed it shut. Guillo grabbed me, spun me around, and
pinned me against the door by my arms. His soft brown eyes bore a hole
through my own, and he leaned into me, pressing his face against my right
cheek.

"Where do you think you will go?," he whispered threateningly, "You are
mine, you have no one else on this planet, no friends, no family, no money,
everything is mine. From the clothes you wear to the food you eat, all mine.
Do you want to go back to that alley and die? Do you know what they do to
dirty little faggot sluts on the streets? Do you want to get gang fucked and
killed in Neza or some other hood? You love me, and you wouldn't survive a
day without me. I tell you when to go to bed, when to wake up, what to wear,
what to eat, what to feel. You are NOTHING without me. Walk out that door
and your life is over."

His arm banded across my chest, I couldn't move. Where would I go anyways?
He was right. I went limp, put my head on his shoulder, and sobbed against
his neck. Changing the mood, he slid his arms around me and held me like a
child. "Now do you understand why I have rules for my baby boy?" he
whispered softly into my ear. "Yes," I replied, "I'm sorry." He petted my
hair and carried me to the bedroom. He set me on the bed, stretched out next
to me, and I crawled over to nap on his chest.

About 30 minutes later he shook me awake, it was time to go to my study
group. I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth as he followed me in and
unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock and let loose a stream into the
toilet. I stared at him in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. He finished,
zipped up, and came at me from behind. He put his arms around me and then
leaned in to wash his hands forcing me to bend over the counter slightly. As
he washed his hands he leaned down to kiss me on the top of my head. He was
about a foot taller than me. I fixed my hair as he checked his own in the
mirror and then we were off. He opened the front door for me, and I waited
in the hall as he grabbed his laptop and locked up behind us. The elevator
took us down the length of the building in record time, and we walked onto
the city street. Since the library was only a few blocks, we had time to
walk it and make my study session on time.

Entering the library, I spotted my group, three girls in my class. I wasn't
allowed to hang out with boys, but I find that I get along better with the
girls anyways. We had all agreed to spend one hour to swap notes, compare
information, and share our answers to the study questions we had split up.
At the next table, Guillo opened his laptop and began emailing or reporting
or accounting or whatever he does that makes a lot of money. He kept looking
over to check on me, and I smiled as he winked. It was an unsure smile. I
knew he loved me, he had to. He offered no explanation for the file of
emails. I guess he didn't have to. I did break the rules after all, and I
guess this is what happens. Halfway through the study session I got up to go
pee. Guillo followed me; this wasn't unusual, because he always needed to
know where I was. This time, though, I knew there was more to it. He didn't
trust me now.  He waited for me to finish, and then we walked back to the
tables and he got back to his work. The girls in my group had been told that
he was my brother. Not that Mexico City has a big problem with gay people,
but I was 16 and he was 27, so that would have been a big problem. If they
thought it was odd how we acted together, they didn't say anything about it.
What they did notice, was how distracted I was. As I stared at Guillo,
working on his computer, I kept thinking about what I meant to him. I knew
he loved me, but why was he studying me? I didn't like it, but I certainly
had to live with it to survive. Also, I loved him too, and if I left him,
what would happen to me?

Guillo noticed me staring at him and gave me a questioning look. I shook my
head no to indicate I was ok. Soon, we were done with our study session, I
had learned nothing, but I had a pile of notes for next week's test, and I
could study them later this weekend. We finished up as Ana's mom arrived to
pick up the three girls. They left, and I stayed at the table as Guillo
finished up his emails. He packed up his computer, and came over to sit
across from me. We stared at each other and he reached a finger across the
table to stroke my hand playfully. I pulled it away, and turned to stare at
the wall.

"I have a surprise for you," he said, breaking the silence, "My father is
letting me use the house in Cuernavaca for the weekend. We can go there
tonight. Aniel? Are you listening? It will be just you and me. There is even
a lake behind the house."

I turned to look at him and nodded my head with worried eyes. I had never
been to Cuernavaca. It was only for rich people. Sort of the Aspen of Mexico
without the snow. Guillo, who had only told his parents that he had "adopted
a street kid", had never taken me there. He stood up, took a hold of my hand
firmly, and pulled me out of the chair. I shoved my notes into his computer
bag, and we went home.

When we got to the apartment, he pulled a big suitcase out of the closet and
started packing our clothes. He packed a few pairs shorts, boxers, and
button up shirts, he never wore a t-shirt, and then selected a pair of
shorts, a pair of jeans, two t-shirts, my pullover hooded sweatshirt, two
white boxer briefs, socks, and my inhaler (I am allergic to the outdoors). I
went into the bathroom and packed our necessities into his shaving kit (I
was still not ready to shave). He came into the bathroom and grabbed the
packed kit and my hand as he led me back out to the bedroom. We did this all
in silence, well, my silence. He kept trying to hug me and make out, but he
was also respectful of my space. When he finished packing, he grabbed our
two pillows and shoved my stuffed lion (named Leo because he gave it to me
for my birthday) into my arms. He called down to the doorman to bring his
car around, locked the front door, left a note for the neighbor, Nino, to
take care of the dog, and we were off. When we got into the car, I buckled
up and held on to Leo, resting my head in his soft mane.

Later, as he pulled his car onto the circuito interior (the freeway), I
finally spoke.

"Can I ask you what those emails were about?" I asked

"It's nothing, I just wanted to keep track of how you are growing," he lied.

"That's not true, what is this `project' I am a part of?, and how much am I
worth now?" I pried.

"Baby, don't worry about it. It's nothing. Come here," he finished. I knew
better than to keep prodding him. He pulled me into him, and I laid my head
on his chest. I felt his heart beating fast. He was keeping something from
me, something important. I sighed, and moved my head down to his lap. He
stroked my hair, and I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was dark outside. We were parked in front of a
large, Spanish colonial house. There was a high wall blocking it from the
street. I sat up straight and stretched my arms while yawning. Guillo was
already out of the car and getting our suitcase from the trunk. I stepped
out of the car and a chilled wind blew across me. A shiver went down my
spine, and I folded my arms across my chest, holding Leo tightly against my
chest. I stopped and stared at the magnificent house for a few seconds, and
then felt his hand on my back pushing me forward. We walked up to the house,
and he set the bags down to unlock the door. I stood behind him, but moved
in close and pushed my head into his back, shivering with cold. When we
stepped inside the dark house, Guillo flipped a few switches and the place
came alive. The room had light brown adobe style walls with dark brown
Mexican tiled floors. To my right was a curvy iron staircase that led up to
a loft and probably some rooms. The living room spilled before us with large
soft leather couches, an enormous fire place, and wall to wall windows
overlooking a vast darkness. Still shivering, I held on to my man tightly.
He smiled and put his arm around me.

"Oh baby, you feel so cold," he said, taking his leather jacket from our
pile of things and shrouding me in it. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
It smelled of him, not his everyday smell. It was a mixture of his cologne,
our bedroom closet, and vanilla. My hands did not quite come to the end of
the jacket arms, and as I brought it up to my face, I was enclosed by his
scent. It reminded me of the trip we took over Christmas break to Spain.
Guillo had friends in Barcelona who let us use their mountain house by the
North shore of the peninsula.

We had been together just a few months, and still getting used to living
with each other. The vacation apartment was tiny, a bed, a couch, a kitchen
in one room, and a bathroom with a closet in the other. We had a beautiful
view of the mountains. Being Christmas, it was way too cold to go outside so
we mostly snuggled on the couch with a blanket over us. The sun had just
set, and I was resting my head on his bare chest, running my hands over his
tummy as he held me tightly.

We had spent a few hours like this, before he decided we should venture into
the city for dinner. Guillo stood up and pulled on a black tight sweater
that outlined his strong chest and bulging arms. He grabbed his jeans off
the back of a chair and slipped them on over his blue cotton boxers. I laid
on the couch watching him fix his hair in the mirror and splash on his
cologne. He grabbed a pair of black sox out of our travel bag and sat down
next to me to put them on. Fishing his black leather shoes from under the
coffee table, he slipped them on and tied them. When he finished, he grabbed
my hand and lifted me off the couch. I was wearing a small white undershirt
and a red bikini thong underneath a pair of his flannel boxers which hung
loosely on my thin waist. He slid those off me with his thumbs and led me
over to our travel bag, and pulled out my jeans and a loose blue sweater
with red and green stripes across the front. He handed me a pair of white
sox and found my blue suede vans next to the bed. I put my shoes on and we
were off. As we opened the door, a cold wind hit us. He grabbed his leather
jacket off of the hook by the door and I held up my arms as he put it around
me. The jacket was sized for his large, muscular frame, and I was swimming
in it.

We held hands and walked down to the rental car, a black Audi sporty car. He
tore out of the circle and onto the main road that led down into the town.
The road was windy and narrow, but it was not cold enough for snow and ice.
Like a stereotypical Mexican male, he loved fast cars. I held onto his hand
as he shifted gears and sped down to the village. We cruised the main street
and found a nice little French restaurant (this was about an hour's drive
from the border of southern France). We had a nice dinner on their heated
patio with a bunch of other touristy looking people, and then walked around
the downtown area hand in hand (this was Spain, not Mexico).

When we had gone a few blocks, we turned a corner and somehow ended up in
the red light district, always called "Zona Rosa," in any town of Spanish
speakers. Several prostitutes leaned against the wall next to a strip club.
A few of them looked to be men or were men in their "former" lives. Guillo
poked me and pointed, smiling. We walked down this strip for two blocks and
found this sex boutique called "Polleria" (Cock store?). Guillo was
immediately interested, and pushed the door open and followed me inside.

The store was much bigger on the inside than it appeared from the sidewalk.
The front had rack after rack of every kind of exotic stripper wear a man
could want. Thongs, see through, jocks of all colors and prints, harnesses,
etc... Behind this, we found the great wall of dildos, every size, color, and
shape was represented. Guillo picked up a box with a product called "La Bola
Plata." It was this small silver ball that was attached to a remote.
Apparently you could stick it up into you and it would vibrate. He winked at
me and poked my ass with his finger.

"Ah, someone's getting fucked tonight," a voice called from behind us. We
turned around to find a tall, muscular man wearing leather pants and no
shirt. His nipples were pierced and set off his light, hairless chest. "I'm
Adam. Would you like to try out some of our products?" he continued, "We
have private rooms or party rooms upstairs."

"Oh! Yes, I think we would be interested in that," Guillo told the man while
slipping his hand down the back of my pants and cupping my right ass cheek.

The man grabbed a few products from off of the counter and waved us to
follow him to the back of the store. He led us up a staircase which opened
to an enormous warm, tiled, dark room. Loud club music filled the room.
There were black leather couches circling a stage. It was dark up here, but
the stage was lit with an outline of blacklights. Guillo handed the man a
wad of cash, and told him that we would be up there awhile. The man slipped
it into his waist, and began to open the package. As my eyes adjusted to the
lighting, I noticed that we were not alone in the room. There were several
older men sitting on the couches with their cocks hanging out. They perked
up as they saw us, and even the younger naked couple in the corner turned to
see what we would do.

Guillo began to undress me and handed my clothes to Adam who folded them
nicely and stacked them in a locker on the wall.  When I was down to my
thong, Adam pulled a fresh towel from above the lockers and wrapped it
around me. Guillo reached underneath it and slipped off my underwear. He was
still completely clothed, but took my hand and led me over to the stage in
the center of the room. Adam opened the box with the silver ball and took it
out. Guillo pushed me down onto a large soft leather square in the center of
the stage. I laid there on my back watching the two men stand over me as
Guillo looked over the ball excitedly. He brought it down to my face and
told me to lick it.

I stuck my tongue out and tasted it. I sucked it into my mouth and made it
nice and moist. Guillo left it in my mouth and went down to open my towel. I
laid there on my towel, totally exposed to the room. I turned my head to the
side and watched three naked men sitting and stroking their hard cocks
eyeing me hungrily. Guillo got between my legs and began to eat my asshole.
I continued sucking on the ball, and Adam grabbed the remote. He turned it
on low and it started shaking in my mouth. I gasped and pulled it out. Not a
good feeling. Guillo slipped his tongue into my ass; very good feeling. He
continued this for a few minutes and then stood up and took the silver ball
from my chest where I had set it. Adam handed him the remote, and he turned
it on. It vibrated in his hand and he bent down to rub it around my hole.
This sent shivers across my body as I squirmed and moaned softly. Guillo
teased my hole for a few minutes and then put it against the opening. With a
quick motion, he forced it into me, and I gasped. Oh My God this felt so
good. My cock was rock hard, and Adam reached down to stroke it lightly,
before he could touch it though, Guillo pushed his hand away.

"I am the only one who touches my baby," he reminded the sales boy who
nodded apologetically. Guillo increased the vibrations and my body began to
shake with waves of pleasure. After a few minutes of this, Adam started to
open another box; he pulled out a large metal, cock-shaped tool. He turned
the base of it, and it sprang to life, shaking in his hand. He handed it to
Guillo who turned off the ball and pulled it out of my ass. As it popped
out, I jumped, having gotten used to my hole being filled. It was replaced
by the tool which he slid in slowly, inch by inch, letting my ass get used
to the large object. As it made its way into my hole, it rubbed across my
prostate. I was used to having it rubbed as Guillo had an enormous cock that
curved slightly up, but this felt sensational, and I started working my ass
on the tool. I slid up and down on my towel as my eyes closed and my
breathing quickened. Apparently this made Guillo more excited. He stood up,
telling Adam to continue working it in my ass, and moved up next to my head.
He unzipped his pants and took out his huge cock. Then he put his legs on
either side of me and knelt down to touch my lips with his cock. I stuck out
my tongue and licked around the head. I loved his taste, there is nothing to
compare the taste of cock to, and his had its own unique taste.

He slid half of his cock into my mouth which was about all I could take. He
knew my body well. I bobbed up and down on his cock as he leaned back and
pushed Adam off of the vibrator. He reached for it and worked it in and out
of me as I continued to suck on him. I continued to suck him as my body
shook with the vibrations from the metal toy. I took more of his cock into
my mouth, both of us oblivious to the audience we had drawn. His cock tensed
up between my lips and I knew he was about to come. He pulled out of my
mouth and smiled down at me.

"You know I'm going to fuck you tonight," he said with a quick pinch of my
nipples. As he stood up, he undid the top button of his jeans and pushed
them down to his feet along with his boxers. Adam quickly opened a condom
and held it out to me. I pinched the tip and put it against the tip of
Guillo's cock. I rolled it down, but about an inch from the base it wouldn't
go anymore. Adam shook his head in disbelief and handed me a bottle of lube.
I greased up Guillo's cock really well and then reached between my legs and
pulled out the metal tool. Handing it to Adam, I poured lube all over two
fingers and slipped them inside my hole to loosen up for Guillo.

He moved down between my legs and forced them up into my chest to expose my
hole. I saw several men whom had gathered behind him to watch the show. He
moved aside and showed them my hole and then told them, "All mine." They
were stroking furiously and licking their lips. He put the tip of his cock
against the entrance to my hole and pushed gently against it. I breathed
deeply, knowing what was coming. We didn't have a lot of anal sex because he
was really big and it took us a long time to work up to it. Hopefully, the
thick metal vibrator had loosened me up somewhat. His cock pressed slightly
harder and the head popped inside my hole. I could feel my hole being
stretched to its limit and stared up at him with pleading eyes. He leaned
over me and forced his tongue between my lips. I sucked at it softly, taking
my mind off the pain in my ass. Slowly, he slipped in another inch of it,
and I began to loosen up more. He slipped his arms around me, lifting me up
off of the towel. I put my arms around his neck and my legs around his
waist, holding on as he lowered me down, pushing his cock farther into me.
When he had gotten most of it in, he held it there, kissing me deeply.

Finally he began to lift me up and drop me slowly onto his cock, his hands
holding my sides. I closed my eyes and let him have control over our
fucking, not like I had much choice. He leaned his head down and whispered
how beautiful I am and how much he loved fucking his baby's pussy. We
continued in this rhythm for about 15 minutes before his cock started
pulsing. I could feel the condom straining against the loads of cum he shot
into it. When he finished cumming, he held me on his cock until it went
soft. He pulled his cock out and slipped the condom off, handing it to
Adam's ready hand. Adam took the condom over to a man sitting in the corner.
I guess he had requested it. Guillo didn't notice this, but I watched the
scene as he held me against him with my head on his chest.

"Now it's your turn," he said as he set me down on the leather square. Adam
came over with the bottle of lube and gave it to Guillo who applied a large
drop to the tip of my cock. He worked it up and down with his hand, and Adam
came over with a small, clear rubber tube. Guillo took it, and slipped it
over my cock. It had these soft spikes that massaged my cock as he rubbed it
up and down on my cock. It was so tight, and every motion sent shivers up
and down my body. After about five strokes, I shot long strands of cum into
the air that landed a few feet away on the floor. One of the men moved over
to the spot on the floor, got down on his hands and knees, and licked every
drop of cum. That is seriously gross, I thought, but whatever gets him off.
When my cumming subsided, I collapsed against my towel. Adam came over with
wet wipes, and Guillo cleaned my body with the cold little wipes. He pulled
up his boxers and jeans, zipping up quickly. I could barely stand, so Adam
brought over my clothes and Guillo dressed me gently while kissing a trail
from my forehead down to my toes. When I had all of my clothes and shoes on,
Guillo picked me up again, holding me into his chest as Adam handed him a
bag with all of the products we had bought, cleaned and repackaged.

"Thank you for shopping with us," he called after us as we walked down and
out to the street. I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder, but awoke as
he was situating me in the car. I buckled up and then laid my head against
his shoulder, my hand in his, as we sped away up the mountain and back to
the vacation house.

"Baby," Guillo called, waking me from my daydream, "I want to show you
around the house." I finally snapped back to reality, realizing that we were
in Cuernavaca, in his parent's vacation house. The day's discovery came
flooding back to me. How could this wonderful sweet man be planning to sell
me? I took his hand as he led me around the house telling me all about the
times he had come here with his parents and siblings during the summers or
for holidays when they could escape the city life. Finally, worry overtook
me.

"Guillo," I said softly, speaking to him for the first time since our
afternoon car ride.

"Yes caniche?" he responded, stopping and taking both of my hands into his.

"Please don't sell me, I promise I will be good to you, give you what you
want. I don't want to go live with a stranger," I begged, beginning to cry.

He picked me up like he used to. I put my arms on his shoulders and my legs
around his waist, pushing my head into his neck. He rocked me gently,
rubbing my back with one hand and holding my ass with the other. "I will
never, ever leave you," he whispered into my ear, "You know I love you more
than anything. There is no price that could make me want to lose you. I
promise." I kept whimpering into his shoulder, but this made me feel a
little better.