"Jose, you should have told me you were bringing the son of Don Chavez to our home." His mother told him. "Mama, please calm down. I could not call you because we have no telephone. Besides, I wanted to surprise you." Jose replied. "You certainly did that. He must think we are paupers. I imagine he lives in a casa grande with many fine things. I hope he is not too uncomfortable here. I must prepare something special for our supper." Mama, it is alright.

They were awakened by a soft tapping at the door. "Enrique, Jose... may I come in?" Carlas voice came to them through the heavy wooden door. Enrique pulled the covers over his and Joses naked bodies. "Si, Carlita. I am awake." Carla opened the door and entered. Her gaze caught the clothing piled on the floor and her nostrils flared at the unmistakable smell of male sex, but she gave no outward appearance that she noticed either.

"Then these thoughts and feelings you have had for me are not evil, Jose." Enrique smiled at him reassuringly. "They are natural, mi amigo. I am glad you have these feelings for me." Jose was dumbfounded. "You are?" Enrique nodded. "Si. Do you know why?" Jose remained silent and shook his head, looking into Enriques eyes for understanding. "Because I have the same feelings for you, Jose." He reached over and took Joses hands in his. Enrique felt his hesitation.

He was having those shameful thoughts again. Padre Pedro would be so disappointed in him. He looked up automatically. "Que?" he muttered. "Are you in my Political Science class?" He said again. Jose finally recognized him. It was HIM! The guy he had been watching and fantasizing about all week. He had seen him on campus several times and he was, indeed, in his Political Science class.

Placing hot, wet kisses on Joses neck and shoulders, Enrique let his hands explore the long, lean body. He further turned Jose so that he was now lying face down in the huge bed. Enrique looked down at Joses tight ass and licked his lips. Slowly he kissed and caressed his way down the strong back. He took the smooth globes of flesh in each hand and kneaded them firmly, thus exposing Joses tiny brown pucker.

Enrique felt Joses erection against his naked ass crack. He longed to reach back and guide it into his hole, but he had to let Jose make the first move. It seemed like an eternity, but then he felt the first press of Joses hips. He let out a low moan to let Jose know that it was welcome. Jose placed tiny soft kisses on Enriques neck and shoulder. He inhaled the fragrance of his thick black hair.

Jose sat up straight, his eyes wide in surprise. "I am so sorry, Enrique. I have never done that before." He stood up and rushed to the desk where he started gathering up his books. "What are you doing? Asked Enrique. "I must leave. I am so sorry." Jose was blushing in embarrassment. He tried to make his way to the door but he had become disoriented in his shock from what had just occurred. He opened a door to find that it led into the bedroom that he had seen from the bathroom. He turned and looked and Enrique, confused and helpless, expecting to see loathing in his expression. What he saw, instead, was amusement.

Enrique led him to the nearby parking lot and stopped next to a shiny new Mazda Miatta. "It is very nice." Jose voiced his appraisal. His family had no automobile and took the bus when they needed to go anywhere too far to walk. His uncle had an old Buick Roadmaster and would pile the whole family into it from time to time when Jose was younger and had fewer siblings. Now, of course, that was impossible. "Gracias. Papa gave it to me as a graduation present when I finished my preparatory school. He told me if I took top honors, he would buy me any car I wanted.

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 Enriques condo, in Enriques room, in Enriques bed and that it was Enriques arms that held him. The warmth of his friends body was held close to his back and he could feel Enriques 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.

A long pause, the Jose said, "Si. It is me." "Are you alright mi amigo?" Enrique was concerned. "I am not sure, to tell the truth." Jose replied. "Do you want to talk about it?" Offered Enrique. "Si, I think I do, but not on the phone. May I come over?" Enriques voice was excited. "Of course you can. Why dont you plan to spend the night and I will bring you back in time for class in the morning... You may sleep in the spare bedroom if you want to.