Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2004 04:19:13 EST
From: RWBFRMRCHMNDVA@aol.com
Subject: Gay Tales From Richland.....Chapter 2-A.....New Series
Disclaimer: The story that you are about to read is my second go at
writing. I have read and enjoyed many of the authors who have
contributed to nifty.org. What you are about to read are thoughts that I
have written down in a journal for many years. Some things are partly
true. Others are purely fictional. Names and places have been changed in
order to protect the innocent. There are graphic sexual acts portrayed
in these stories, so if you are offended by these situations, please go
no further than this disclaimer. If you are not offended, please
continue and enjoy.
GAY TALES FROM RICHLAND
Rashad & Jason
By Roger Beals
Chapter 2-A
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Author's note:
Before getting into to chapter 2-A, I think that it would be a
good idea to introduce you to the two main characters, Rashad & Jason,
and their histories and vital statistics. The other characters'
statistics will be given as they begin to become prominent in the story.
As you may have noticed in "Dave & Me," you may think I may appear
as a kind of a romanticist, and you would be absolutely right. This is
only my opinion, but I think that when two people fall in love and commit
their lives to one another whether the couple is gay or straight. Some
authors may like to write about hopping from one relationship to
another. Others may like to write about one night stands. I applaud
each author for taking the time to write about their fantasies or actual
experiences.
With the spread of HIV-AIDS, and other STD's, I am all for a
long-term partnership, where the partners truly love each other. I know
that in today's society, it seems as though the homophobes and the
religious right are out to see that we of the GLBT community are denied
the opportunity to be who we are and to love the person that God has
chosen for us.
The opinions expressed above are my own, and do not necessarily
those of Nifty.org or the GayCafe. Please don't let my thoughts or
opinions keep you from enjoying this story. I just love being a
romanticist at heart. Thanx for your patina and understanding. Happy
Reading.
Roger
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_____________________________RASHAD____________JASON____________________
Nickname:
Shad Jase
Age:
18 18
Ethnic Background: African-American
Scotch-English-German
Height:
6'-2" 5'-11"
Weight:
190# 185#
Hair Color:
Black Sandy Blonde
Eye Color:
Brown Blue
Penis, hard:
9" 8 1/2"
True love comes in all shapes, sizes, and, yes, colors. Love is
not measured by the color of one's skin, but by the contents of one's
heart, to paraphrase the remarks made by the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther
King, Jr., in his immortal "I have a dream" speech. This view may be
offensive to some, but I have seen interracial romance work like a
dream. At other times it has been a disaster, but when you stop to think
about it, whether the partnership is biracial or of the same ethnic
background, the love can be a dream-come-true or a living nightmare. A
partnership is only as strong as the LOVE that binds it together. And
now, on with the story.
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"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we return our dear brother to the
earth from which he was created, to await the day of the resurrection,"
intoned the Reverend Dr. Lyndon Woods at the afternoon funeral.
The entire senior class at Richland High School had turned out for
the funeral of one of the most popular seniors in the school. He had
been the All-state quarterback for two years running. There had been
scouting reports done on him, and 4 or 5 big-name colleges were
interested in recruiting him. He could have gone on to be a pro. In
addition to being a top athlete, he also excelled academically, even
offering to tutor students on the football team who were having
difficulties, an act which didn't go unnoticed in the many eulogies given
by some of the students he had tutored. There was not a dry eye at the
graveside service. Tears were seen flowing from many of his teachers.
But no tears were flowing more freely than those of his very best
friends, Rashad Moore and Jason Edwards.
Rashad and Jason could not believe it. They had only spoken to
Alex Ramirez Thursday afternoon, the day after Jason's party, and here
they were amidst the students and faculty, mourning the loss of their
best friend. They were sitting beside Alex's Grandmother, Carlotta
Ramirez. Granny Ramirez, as she was affectionately called by Shad and
Jase, was now alone. It was Granny Ramirez who had found Alex floating
in the family pool that early Friday morning. Somehow, Alex had slipped
on the wet deck, fallen in to the pool, hitting his head on the pool's
edge, knocking him unconscious. Alex was 18.
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After the funeral, Jason and Rashad got in to Jason's car and
drove the five miles to the Edwards' home. They stopped at Rashad's
house so that he could get a change of clothes. The teens decided to
spend the afternoon at Jason's home listening to CD's and maybe watching
some TV. They would have the whole house to themselves since Jason's Mom
and Dad, and sister Pat, were at work and wouldn't be home until 6:30
PM. It was now 1:30 in the afternoon.
Once they entered the house, the teens decided to get out of their
Sunday best, and take a shower. It had been unseasonably warm that day,
and they had perspired rather freely at the cemetery. Rashad used the
guest room shower, while Jason used the shower in his bedroom. Once the
teens had finished showering, they dried off and donned the clothes that
they would wear that hot May afternoon. The uniform of the day consisted
of their favorite hang-around-the-house outfit; a tank-top, a pair of
skin-tight cutoff jeans, and, unbeknownst to one another, a string
bikini. Shoes and socks were not worn, as they hadn't planned on going
anywhere.
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Freshly showered and dressed, Jason and Rashad met in the kitchen
to make some lunch. They decided on sliced turkey sandwiches with
lettuce, tomatoes and mayonaise and topped off with potato chips, Pepsi,
and cake left over from Jason's party. It was a rather somber pair of
teens as they sat amd reminisced about their best friend, the late Alex
Ramirez. They both recognized the fact that lofe as short, and that it
was to be lived to the fullest.
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Lunchtime over with, the two remaining best friends headed for
Jason's bedroom. Upon arriving in the room, they picked out 5 of their
favorite CD's and popped them in to Jason's RCA stereo system. Both
Rashad and Jason were partial to jazz. The teens sat on the edge of
Jason's bed, talking, and listening to the music.
It was while "When the Saints Go Marching In" was playing that
Rashad happened to notice tears welling up in Jason's eyes. Taking hold
of Jason's right hand, Rashad drew both his and Jason's hands and placed
them in his lap. It was at that moment that Jason began to sob
uncontrollably.
"Jase, what's wrong, baby?" Rashad asked, as he moved himself
closer to his sobbing friend.
"Oh, Shad," Jason sobbed, "I don't understand it. Why did Ales
have to die ant such a young age? He was such a great friend and he
never hurt a soul. It isn't fair! It just isn't fair!"
"I know, Jase, I know. Alex was truly one awesome guy," Rashad
said as he placed his left hand behind Jason and drew his still-sobbing
friend's face close to his chest, "he was one of a kind, and I don't
think that we'll ever find another friend like him."
As Jason continued to sob in to his friend's chest, Rashad spoke
soothingly to him. Rashad held Jason in his powerful arms and began to
rub his back and shoulders through the fabric of Jason's tank-top.
"There, there, dearest Jason," Rashad whispered, "just try and
relax. Rest your head on my shoulder if you want to. That's it, baby,
just relax in my arms. Everything is going to be all right. You'll
see."
Jason had never heard Rashad talk to him in such soothing tones
before. And there was that term, "Dearest Jason" again, just as it had
been written on the card. Was Rashad the writer of that note, and if so,
WHY? Jason took Rashad's advice and, still sobbing, rested his head on
his best friend's soft chest. Jason inhaled deeply and was enjoying the
scent of his friend's freshly washed body.
"Oh Jason, dear friend, what can I do to help you feel better?"
Rashad asked.
"Just promise me that you and I will always be the best of friends
and that you'll never leave me. I don't what I'll do if anything ever
happened to you. I love you as a friend, and I'll always be here for
you." Jason said.
"I love you, too, Jase, and, like you, I promise that I'll always
be here for you, and you can count on that." Rashad promised. When he
finished speaking, he took Jason's head in his hands and kissed him
squarely on the lips. At first, Jason resisted Rashad's kiss, but as
Rashad's soft, wet tongue caressed his pursed lips, they parted, allowing
Rashad's tongue to enter and explore the depths of his friend's mouth. A
long, soft moan escaped from somewhere deep within Jason's
being.
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This ends chapter 2-A of Rashad & Jason. Chapter 3-A will soon follow.
What's
going to happen next? Well, I can hardly wait to tell you, so watch for
the next exciting episode. If you have enjoyed this story so far, and,
if you have any comments or suggestions of any kind, please feel free to
write me at RWBFRMRCHMNDVA@aol.com
Thanks, and please, read the stories that all of the fine authors
have posted. They are excellent.
Happy Reading
Roger Beals
Richmond, Virginia
United States of America
Would you jump out of a plane without a parachute?
PLAY SAFE! USE A CONDOM!