Could I Have A Friend Over?

Disclaimers and warnings: Carey and Javier are mine, all mine. They are from the "How I Found My Chance" Universe. (I'd give a shout out to Amy Taylor, but she'd never read this kind of stuff ;))
If you want to try the "Pepsi flavored cock" trick described here, only use soft drinks. Alcohol can proove to be irritating, at best. The author accepts no responsibility for injured genitals, pride.
Special thanks to Squid for betaing. She's a big help!
On to the story!

I often think of the first time we did it. I mean,
really did it. Not just fooling around. We often had
"sleepovers" at my place. With four brothers and
sisters at his house, it was tough to get any privacy;
in some ways. Javier told me that in Mexican culture,
it's OK for guys who are "just friends" to hug (as
long as they don't linger) and put arms around each
other. Many times at his house I'd sit on the couch,
cozied all next to him. Mateo would cuddle up to his
other side and Sedita would get in his lap and we'd
watch TV. Cheesy cartoons mostly, but as long as
Javier was with me, it was bliss. Sometimes I
pretended Javier and I were married and his brother
and sister were our children. Sometimes Connie would
sit next to me on my other side and flirt with me in
her junior high fashion. Poor girl. I never wanted to
break her heart.

His family liked me. I hope they still do. Since the
shit hit the fan, I'm not sure if they...no, no, I
don't want to think of that. I want to think of happy
times. I remember going to his family for dinner. His
littlest brother and sister always called me Tío
Carey. They loved that I would get on the floor and
play with them. Sedita especially liked the puppet
shows I'd sometimes put on with her stuffed toys.
Señora Pena made the most delicious food. I especially
loved her fajitas. Mmm...I'd love a fajita about now.
I'm not hungry, but I do miss eating. Ah, I'm
rambling. I should think more about Señora Pena than
her cooking. I remember one night when I had been
invited to stay for dinner. Señora Pena was asking me
if I was a churchgoer. Was I Catholic? Did I want to
go to church with them on Sunday?

"Stop pestering the boy with such personal questions,
Ángela." said Señor Pena.

"I want to know what sort of crowd our son is
associating with, Carlos." she replied.

"He is only a friend. It's not as if he plans on
marrying him." Señor Pena laughed at this joke while I
tried to force out a chuckle. Pretended that the idea
of marrying Javier was the most ridiculous thing in
the world. The truth was, I couldn't think of anything
I wanted more.

While snuggling in front of a TV went under the radar
at Casa de los Pena, doing anything more meant going to my
house, to my room, and closing the door. Mom and Dad
thought we were just playing video games. Well,
sometimes we did that. The winner would get a blow
job. The tricky part was keeping quiet so the parental
units wouldn't suspect anything. Javier makes
beautiful noises when he's coming. I sometimes feel
like I'll explode if I don't moan when he's touching
me in all the right places. That's why I couldn't have been happier when my parents told me they were going on an overnight trip to celebrate their anniversary.

"Could I have a friend over?" I asked.

"A friend." Mom said, checking her lipstick. "As in
one. I don't want to come back here and find you had a
keg party and trashed the house."

"I understand, Mom." Keg parties were the furthest
thing on my mind. "One friend is all I'll invite."

"That Pena boy, right?" she said as she fixed her
hair. "You spend a lot of time with him."

"Um, so, can I?"

"Ask your father."

Dad was in the bathroom shaving. "Say, Dad," I said.
"Since you and Mom are going to be gone all night,
could I invite Javier over?"

"Mm...sure." he said, not even looking away from the
mirror.

"Thanks!" I was all fluttery! Tonight would be just
me and Javier! I think my palms were sweating as I
picked up the phone. Lucky me, Javier picked up.

"¿Aló?"

"Javier, it's Carey. My parents are going away for
the night. Wanna come over?"

A pause. Was he having the same thoughts I was? "I'll
have to ask Mama. She's about to make dinner."

"We can order a pizza and have dinner here." I say.

"Alright, let me tell her and I'll be right over."
He's coming! I had to get a grip on myself to keep from dancing about like a lucky leprechaun.

"Carey!" Mom's voice brought me crashing to earth. I turned to see her putting on earrings. "There's
something I want to ask you about your friend,
Javier."

"Y-yes?"

"Has he ever asked you to do something, well, bad?"

"Bad?" What does she mean by "bad"?

"Well, for instance, has he ever asked you to, say,
smoke pot?"

Whew! I was so glad pot was all she was worried
about. "No, he doesn't smoke pot." I say. "He doesn't
even smoke ordinary cigarettes."

"Carey, I've noticed things. I notice that when you
come home after spending time with him you're all,
well, giddy! Are you sure you're not using drugs?"

I get giddy? I guess Javi has that effect on me.
"Mom, trust me, we don't do drugs."

"You don't sniff paint thinner or anything?"

"Mom, I told you, we don't. So I'm happy after I
spend time with Javier. Can't you just be glad that I
have a very good friend?" OK, he's more than just a
very good friend, but Mom was still making a mountain
out of a molehill.

"I don't mean anything by it, Carey." she says. "But
young people do so many things today that I'd never
think of doing when I was young." Like using the
wheel? I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying
that. "I mean, you dye your hair every color of the
rainbow." Not true. I've only used Shamrock Green (St.
Paddy's day), Killer Purple and Fire Red, which came
out more magenta since some of my hair was still
purple. Hardly every color. "And you wear black all
the time, and play that weird rock music. I suppose
you'll want your ear pierced next."

"Don't give him any ideas, Thel." said Dad as he
straightened his tie.

"Can I order a pizza?" I asked. "I'll pay for it
myself."

"As long as it's your money, I suppose." Mom said as
she and Dad put on coats and grabbed an overnight bag.
They booked a room at some swank hotel. There was a
knock on the door. Dad let Javier in. I wanted to jump
into Javi's arms and give him a big wet kiss, but the
parents were there.

"Hey, Javier!" Dad punched him in the arm. "¿Qué
pasa?"

"Todo bien, Mr. Brennan." said Javier.

"Thelma and I are going off to celebrate our
twentieth wedding anniversary. Guess Carey wanted some
company."

"Oh. Happy anniversary then."

"Say, Javier, think you could get Carey into sports?
Or weight training or whatever it is you do to get
those muscles."

"I play drums. That builds muscle. And I help my
father paint houses sometimes on weekends. And some of
it's natural. My father is also big and strong."

"Well, I remember when I was Carey's age, kids picked
on me for being small and skinny. Good thing he has a
big buddy like you to watch his back, huh?" Dad
punched him in the arm again. I was all too glad when
they finally left.

"Sorry about Dad punching you." I told him. "He
thinks it's manly or something."

"Eh, Sedita punches harder than that."

"Well, I promised you a pizza." I said. "You like
pepperoni, right?"

"I think I'm more in the mood for sausage, querido."
he said with a smile.

"Now, stop that!" I told him. I wanted sex too, but I
need something to keep my energy up. "How about a meat
lover's?"

Javier chuckled. "Sí, meat lover's."

I went over to the phone and dialed the number for
Pizza Hut. "This will be delivery." I tell the person
who answers. "Cash. 642 Hickory Street. My phone
number is 555-8352. I'd like a medium hand tossed with
pepperoNI!" At that moment, I felt a hand grab my
butt.

"Is that pepperoni, sir?"

"Uh, actually, I'd like a medium meat lover's.
Ha-hand tossed." A pair of large, sinewy hands were
massaging my ass.

"Will there be anything else?"

"Javier? What do you want to drink?" I asked him.

"You." he replied, kissing my neck.

"Two Pepsis."

"OK, that's a medium hand tossed meat lover's and two
Pepsis. Your total is $17.20. It will arrive in about
thirty minutes."

"Thank you." I hung up and turned to Javier. "You're
such an asshole!"

"You liked it." he said, putting his hands on my
hips.

"What were you doing?"

"Watching your back."

"Watching my backside is more like it."

"It's such a cute backside, bonito."

"The pizza will be here soon." I reminded him as he
held me and kissed me.

"We can keep ourselves entertained until then." he
said. "Your father wants me to see that you get some
exercise. Let's wrestle!" Before I could say anything,
he had me slung over his shoulders. Next thing I knew,
I was laying on the floor with him on top of me.
"Pinned you." he whispered, grinding himself against
me. He was wearing that cologne he knows I like. And
aftershave. I stroked his hair as he kissed me. God,
he felt so wonderful. All warm and sweet smelling and
that lovely taut body of his. Such soft, tender lips,
even if his mustache did tickle a bit. He tasted a bit
like Scope. His hands were in my hair.

He rose up a bit and looked down at me. "You should
wear your hair off your face, bonito." he said. "You
have the prettiest blue eyes."

I knew I was blushing and there was no way to hide
it. Damn Irish blood gave me pale skin that flushes
easily and freckles when I even think about sunlight.
I looked up at him, into those beautiful coffee brown eyes. "I love you, Javier." was all I could say.

"And I love you, Carey." he whispered, giving me a
loving kiss. Javier is a wonderful kisser. Not too
wet, not too dry, not too forceful and not too weak.
Just perfect. And he puts all his love into his
kisses. It's pure bliss.

We were interrupted by a doorbell. "Pizza." I
reminded him. Javier let me up to get it. My hair and
clothes were all rumpled and Javier was similarly
rumpled and wearing a shit eating grin. I can only
imagine what the pizza boy thought. I gave him a
twenty and said "Keep the change." I brought the pizza
and Pepsi in. "Well, it's not roses and champagne." I
said. "But it will do."

"Never had champagne anyway." Javier said as he
helped himself to a slice. "Communion wine, yes. Tried
a beer once. It was OK. Not something I'd want every
day, but OK."

"Mom thinks you're trying to get me to smoke pot." I
told him as I pulled off a slice.

"No," Javier shakes his head. "I don't need pot. When
I hold you close to me, Carey, that makes me feel so
wonderful. Just lying in bed with you gets me high."

Wow. I felt so loved when he said that. "I feel that
way sometimes with you." I told him. "Like we're the
only things that exist. I feel all happy and floaty."
We smiled at each other and ate our pizza.

"Carey, you want to try something new?" he asked
after a while.

"Um, what do you want to try?"

"Something I read about. You can stop me at anytime."
He pulled me close and kissed me deeply.

"You think I'd stop this?" I asked.

"I have to get you ready for what I want to do to
you." he said, teasing his lips against that
ultra-tender spot on my neck. Oh. Well, I could feel
myself getting ready. His hand was brushing my thigh.
His other hand was stealing up my shirt and tweaking
my nipples. I was pitching a tent in no time. As soon
as he noticed it, he unzipped my fly and pulled the
black denim down with some help from me. I was wearing
those black silk boxers I know he likes. A little
surprise was poking out of the fly. "We don't want
these stained." he said, pulling them off me. I took
off my shirt, let him see me completely naked. He
smiled at me and rubbed two fingers on the head of my
dick. I think I whimpered when he stopped touching me.
He took a swig of Pepsi, then went down on me. Yipe!
It was both warm and cold, not to mention bubbly. I
could feel hundreds of tiny bubbles breaking against
my dick. Javier swallowed the Pepsi and began to lick
and suck my Pepsi flavored cock while I prepared to
let him take me to Heaven and back.

Just when I'm about to come, he stops. "What's
wrong?" I asked.

"I have too many clothes on." he said. "And I want to
take you to your room. To your bed." He scooped me up
in those big, strong arms and whisked me off to my
room. He laid me on the bed and started undressing for
me. My mouth went dry as I looked at him. Javier is
just unbelievably beautiful! All that lovely cinnamon
brown skin and those toned muscles. His dick at full
mast. I wondered if it was uncomfortable for him to
carry me while sporting a major hard on. He lay down
next to me and I stroked his chest. He had thick,
black chest hair.

"When did you start growing chest hair?" I asked.

"It just started to come in. Do you like it?"

"I'm jealous." I admitted. "You're big and strong and
hairy, and I look like a little boy."

"Cariño, I have told you so many times how beautiful
you are." He said as he ran his hands over me.
"Escúchame, Carey. Every body is different. You're
beautiful in your way, and I'm beautiful in mine."

"Beautiful? Try drop dead sexy!"

He kissed my forehead. "And you are by no means a
little boy." He started running a finger over the line
of hair that runs from my navel to my balls. "By no
means at all." I watched my cock rise to his touch.

"Javier!" I gasped. "Make love to me!"

"Con mucho gusto." he murmured, kissing my ear.

"I want you to fuck me, Javier! I want you inside
me!"

"Is that really what you want, mi amor?"

"Yes, please." I was shuddering, but I wanted it.
Wanted him.

"It might hurt a little."

"Please, I want you, Javier."

"I, I'll need something, something for lubrication."

Didn't he think I was prepared for this? I had a tube
of lotion in my nightstand drawer. Jasmine scented. I
handed it to him. I watched him spread a dollop on two
fingers and felt them go up inside me. He was being so
slow, so very gentle. I wanted to tell him to go
faster, do something to relieve this burning, panting
heat inside me. He was trying not to hurt me. His
fingers found that magic spot up inside me. I gasped
and shuddered at this new feeling. Not entirely
unpleasant, but very unusual. "Breathe, querido."
Javier told me. It was hard to get my breath to even
out while his fingers were slipping in and out of me.
He hit that spot over and over again, making me
whimper out his name. I bit my lip as I watched him
slather lotion on his cock. I've watched him play with
himself before, but this is different. It was going
inside me. I was going to lose my virginity to my
beautiful, beloved Javier.

I was shaking like a leaf when he cupped my bottom
and raised my hips. I could feel the head pressing
just against my opening. "I-I don't want to hurt you."
he said.

"It's alright." I told him. "I want this."

He started to squeeze his way inside, a tiny bit at a
time. His fingertips tickled my ears. "Tranquilo," he
whispered. "Tranquilo." Damned if I know what that
means, but he was whispering it so sweetly. He bit
down on my neck as he slowly pushed into me. I knew he
was trying to distract me from the pain as much as I
knew I'd be wearing a turtleneck the next day. I felt
myself stretch and expand for him. I cried out as I
was pulled apart from the inside, and then filled with
such wonderful warmth. I embraced Javier with my legs
and begged him for more. He started to thrust, slowly
at first, then harder and faster. I called out his
name and felt his hand wrap around my member. He was
going to fuck me and jack me off at the same time!

"Ah, Carey!" he called out. "¡Que rico se siente! ¡Te amo, mi angelito! Oh! ¡Es como estar en el cielo! ¡Ah, Dios, qué estrecho eres! ¡Carey, Carey, corazón! ¡Carey!"
I didn't understand a blessed word of what he said,
but I love the way he said it! I took the hand that
wasn't jacking me off and held it.

"I love you, Javier!" I cried out, contracting my
butt muscles around him. My sweet, beloved Javier was
inside me, making me feel all hot and excited. My
spine tingled with pleasure as Javier rode in and out
of me. My heart was leaping from the joy his body was
giving mine. I felt like I was flying, floating away
adrift in happiness. I never wanted that feeling to
end.

Javier shouted more words of Spanish and came inside
me. It wasn't long after that I came in Javier's hand.
It was the most intense orgasm of my life. Everything
seemed to be exploding and spinning around. My heart
was pattering away with joy. He lay down next to me
and held me close in the spoons position. He whispered
something to me in Spanish while I fought a hitching
breath. It was so beautiful, but now it's over. "Don't
cry, querido." he whispered. I just wanted him to hold
me. I felt so weepy and so happy. He kissed me even as
I wept tears of joy. He gently wiped them away for me.
"I love you so much." he whispered.

More than anything, I wish I could tell him how much
I love him. I don't blame him for what happened to me.
If anything, he kept it from getting worse than it
was. I probably owe him my life. Right now, I can only
lay in a hospital bed with starched white linens and
listen to the beeping of a monitor tell everyone I'm
still alive.