Jose Spreads His Wings
By Ben
Chapter VI
The alarm woke Jose with a start. For several disoriented moments, he could not remember where he was. He raised his head and looked around wildly, until all the pieces fell into place. He finally realized that he was in Enrique's condo, in Enrique's room, in Enrique's bed and that it was Enrique's arms that held him.
The warmth of his friend's body was held close to his back and he could feel Enrique's stiff cock pressed against the thin cotton material of his briefs, cradled in his butt crack. Enrique stirred and removed his strong arm to turn off the alarm. Jose savored the movements of Enrique's body as he lazily stretched and yawned.
"Buenas Dias." Enrique said. "Are you awake, Jose?" He reached his hand around Jose's chest and gently tweaked his nipple. An electric current shot through Jose's body and went directly to his cock, which was hard with his morning erection. His long, lithe body jerked in response.
"Si, si. I am awake." Jose fairly squeaked. He quickly sat upturned his back to Enrique and covered his groin with the pillow.
"Did I hurt you?" asked Enrique. "I am sorry if I did.
"Oh, no." Jose shook his head. "It is just time for me to get up and get ready for class. Thank you for waking me up."
"Did you sleep well, my friend?" Enrique inquired.
Jose had never slept better in his life. The bed was very comfortable and to be held while he slept, and to drink in the firm, smoothness and masculine aroma was wonderful. "Si, very well, thank you." He answered.
Enrique threw back the covers and hopped nimbly out of bed. His hard on preceded him on his way to the bathroom. "I will make sure you have some clean towels..." His voice faded as Jose watched his perfect bubble butt disappear through the open doorway.
Jose heard the water start in the shower as he stood, making his need to pee even more urgent. He waited for Enrique to return but could only bear it for a few minutes. Walking carefully to the door, his hands hiding his swollen cock, he peeked inside. Enrique was nowhere to be seen, then he realized he must have exited the door which led into the living room. He stood in front of the toilet and, after a brief period of concentration, forced a heavy stream of urine through his engorged cock and into the bowl.
The far door opened and Enrique, still naked and hard, walked in carrying a stack of towels, which he placed within reach of the shower door. Jose heard him whistle low and say, "It is muy grande, mi amigo." He realized, with an involuntary jerk, that Enrique was talking about his cock. He was so startled that he nearly pissed on the floor, his reaction was so violent. Try as he might, he could not interrupt the stream of his urine, and so he was watched closely by Enrique until he finished.
Enrique watched his blushing friend with interest. He was very attracted to this tall young man and wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, but understood that Jose was just discovering himself, and refrained. "Uh, here are your towels. I will start the coffee." He said and left.
Jose breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped out of his briefs and into the shower. The warm blast rejuvenated him as he soaped his smooth body, then washed his thick black hair. He rinsed for a long time and then turned off the water. He had just finished drying himself when Enrique returned. He quickly wrapped the towel around his trim waist.
By then, Enrique's erection had subsided and Jose found that he was a bit disappointed. He wanted to sneak a glance at it when Enrique wasn't looking. He still looked and impressed with what he saw. Enrique's beautifully shaped cock draped gracefully over the front of his full balls and the pink-brown head hung at least three inches lower than the bottom of his shaved scrotum. Although Jose had an impressive sized cock when erect, he was more "all grow and no show" when he was not.
Jose looked up and into Enrique's eyes. He had been caught! Enrique had seen where he was looking. Another deep blush caused Enrique to ask. "Does my walking around naked in the morning bother or embarrass you, Jose? I can put on a bathrobe if you wish."
"Oh, no!" Jose said, a little too enthusiastically. "I am fine. Please be comfortable. It is your home. Do whatever you usually do."
"Okay, if you are sure." Enrique said.
"Si, I am sure." Affirmed Jose.
Jose went to his room to dress for the day as Enrique entered the shower. He remembered every detail of Enrique's muscled body and the front of the towel tented as his cock rose once again. He closed the door and removed the towel. Reaching down he found a large drop of precum at the head of his cock. He used it to lubricate his cock head as he slowly stroked himself while visions of Enrique's body swam through his thoughts. He quickly reached and explosive orgasm and caught the semen in the damp towel.
Enrique, too, was stroking himself under the warm spray of water. He imagined himself kissing, sucking and making love with Jose. While his right hand stoked his cock, he raised his left leg and placed his foot on the shower bench. He reached with his left hand to fondle and gently squeeze his hairless balls. He rubbed his finger against the sensitive spot just behind the scrotum then teased his asshole before inserting the tip of his finger. "Ugh...Jose..." he moaned as his spooge splashed against the shower wall. "Oh, my friend, I want you so badly. It is so hard to wait for you."
But wait he must, and he reluctantly resigned himself to the fact. He finished his shower, dried and got dressed. When he walked into the kitchen, the coffee was finished and Jose was packing his book bag. "Are you hungry?" He asked. I can cook something here, or we can eat at the cafeteria, or even get something to eat on the way."
"I think I will just get some fruit to eat at the cafeteria, if that is okay." Jose offered.
"That is fine. I like to eat a light breakfast as well. I will get my books and my keys and we will go." Said Enrique.
They chatted amiably as Enrique drove to the other side of the campus. After they had eaten, Enrique asked. "When will you be ready to move your things from your room?"
"My last class ends at three o'clock. I should be ready to check out of the dormitory by four." Answered Jose.
"Bueno. I will be back before then to see if you need any help. Later my friend." Ricky called to him as he walked in the opposite direction to his first class of the day.
Jose shared only one class with Jose, so would not see him until he arrived to pick him up. He got caught up in the routine of lectures and note taking, so didn't give it a second thought until lunchtime. In the cafeteria, once again, he looked across the room and saw his two noisy roommates making asses of themselves with a few other similar idiots at their table. He would not be missing them. The afternoon flew by, and his last class was soon over. It was tedious because the professor spoke very quickly and had a heavy New York accent. Jose was glad he had studied English so successfully in Mexico. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to keep up. The professor's tone and glare told everybody she did not welcome questions nor would she take kindly to having to repeat herself.
Jose walked at a quick pace to his dorm room. He wanted to be packed and gone before his roommates returned. He pulled out the fine suitcase that his Tia Rosa had given him to travel to university. Quickly he stuffed his few belongings, mostly clothes and a few books inside. He stripped the sheets off the bed and walked down to the resident advisor's room on the first floor.
He had already paid for the whole semester and was handed a refund in cash when he turned in his key. Then he had money to give Enrique for his share of the food. Leaving the building, he was glad to see His friend driving up. The suitcase was much too large to fit in the tiny trunk of the Miata, so they strapped it ton top of the trunk and Jose held the handle on the way back to the condo.
As they entered, Enrique led him into his own bedroom. "See. I have cleared out this closet for you and this dresser for your things." When Jose looked puzzled, he explained. "I know you do not like to sleep alone, so I though you should share this room with me. If it does not work out, you can move into the spare bedroom at any time.
Jose simply nodded, although his heart beat became rapid, then he turned his attention to the task of putting away his few possessions.
Sorry it took so long to get back to the story. I hope it was worth the wait. Please take a look at my other stories, which I have posted on Nifty. Just click the "Authors" link then scroll down until you see a listing for "Lyle Benton".