Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 00:38:38 EST
From: RWBFRMRCHMNDVA@aol.com
Subject: Gay Tales From Richland...Chapter.....3-A
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 3-A
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Author's note:
Imagine my horror when I opened up chapter 2-A of "Rashad & Jason"
and discovered that I had left a sentence hanging in space. I thought
that I had proofread the article before sending it out, but I guess you
can blame it on the "senior moment" syndrome. So, I will fix the
sentence so that it sounds like I may know a little something about the
proper use of the English language, and I will correct the spelling.
I will also fix the vital statistic section so that you will be
able to figure it out. Thank you for your patience and understanding.
REPAIRED PARAGRAPH:
In reading the story, "Dave & Me," It may appear to you that I am
some sort
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, they should
remain in that commitment unless death takes the partner, or, there is so
much physical violence, that to remain in it would be hazardous to your
health. 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.
VITAL STATISTICS:
RASHAD MOORE: African-American, Nickname, "Shad"; Age, 18; Height,
6'-1"; Weight, 190#; Hair, black; Eyes, brown; Penis, hard, 8";
Occupation, HS senior, captain, swim team
JASON EDWARDS: English-German; Nickname, Jase; Age, 18; Height,
5'-11"; Weight, 185; Hair, sandy blonde; Eyes, blue; Penis, hard, 7 1/2";
Occupation, HS senior, captain, tennis team.
Sorry for the inconvenience, but I don't like to leave blatant
mistakes uncorrected. Maybe I need an honest-to-goodness proofreader.
Thanx.
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The story thus far:
Rashad Moore and Jason Edwards have just returned from the
funeral of their bests friend, Alex Ramirez. They have had a light lunch
and are now sitting on Jason's bed, each clad in at tank-top, cut-off
jeans, and a string-bikini for underwear.
Jason has had a sudden spurt of sobbing over the death of Alex,
and Rashad has done his best to try and comfort his childhood friend by
holding him in his arms and assuring Jason that he will always be there
for him. Jason has made the same promise. Things take a strange twist
when, in the heat of the moment, Rashad pulled Jason's face to his and
kissed his friend on the lips. When the kiss turned into the war of the
tongues, Jason had let out a long, soft moan.
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The present:
Rashad broke the kiss between himself and Jason, and looked in to
Jason's gorgeous face and said softly, "I'm so very sorry, Jason. I
didn't mean for that to happen. I don't know what came over me. Will
you forgive me, please? I promise that it will never happen again."
Jason thought he saw a tear of two running down Rashad's cheeks.
He speaks to his friend in soft tones that Rashad had never heard from
Jason's lips before. "I'm sorry to hear that it will never happen again,
Rashad, because, believe it or not, I really enjoyed that kiss. It was
really very special. No one has ever kissed me on the mouth before,"
Jason whispered, "and I really wouldn't mind if you kissed me like that
again. Would you mind kissing me again, Rashad? Please? It felt so
wonderful."
"Oh, Jason! Are you sure that you want me to kiss you again?
I'll be more than happy to kiss you again if that's what you really want
me to do!" Rashad exclaimed.
"By all means, Rashad! I want to feel your lips on mine once
more. I want to taste your tongue again," Jason answered eagerly.
Once again, Rashad took Jason's head in his hand and kissed him
gently on the lips. This time, Jason offered no resistance to his best
friend's kiss. He readily opened his mouth and allowed Rashad's tongue
to probe the depths of his eager mouth. It wasn't long before the two of
them were French-kissing. Loud moans were emanating from each of their
throats.
Rashad, still lip-locked with Jason, let his right hand slide down
the front of Jason's tight tank-top until his hand felt the protruding
nipple of his left tit. As he gently pinched one nipple and then the
other, he noticed that Jason's moaning became louder, and his breathing
heavier.
Breaking their kiss momentarily. Jason panted. "Ohhhhh, Rashad,
what you're doing to me feels so, so fantastic! I love what you're doing
to me! Oooooh!"
"Enjoy it baby!" Rashad whispered to Jason. "I'm glad that you're
feeling better." Having said that, Rashad's hands moved to the hem of
Jason's tank-top. He lifted the garment up and over Jason's arms with
Jason letting Rashad remove it without the faintest hint of protest or
resistance from Jason. Rashad was well pleased with the removal of
Jason's tank-top revealed. A smooth, hairless chest with two perfectly
shaped dark pink tits with protruding nipples to die for. As Rashad
caressed each nipple to hardness, his lips found Jason's lips, and spit
swapping began in earnest once again.
Jason squealed with delight as Rashad ministered to his nipples.
Jason couldn't believe how absolutely fabulous it felt having another man
fondle his tits. This is something that Jason did to himself on a
nightly basis, but for some reason, Jason felt that Rashad knew just what
buttons to push (no pun intended). Was it Jason's imagination, or was
his dick swelling inside his cut-offs and bikini? Was Rashad turning him
on sexually with all of this attention? Jason would be very embarrassed
if Rashad should discover him with a hard-on. But Rashad had noticed the
ample bulge in Jason's groin area
Jason offered no resistance as Rashad gently pushed him down so
that he was lying flat on the bed, and he was pleased that Rashad lying
down beside him and that his friend's lips were still melded with his
own.
It wasn't long before Jason felt Rashad's right hand sliding down
his smooth belly to outside of his skin-tight blue denim cut-offs. The
hand came to rest on Jason's swollen manhood. Rashad held his hand in
place momentarily, then began to lightly squeeze the turgid shaft. This
was too much for Jason to take. Without saying a word, he gently pushed
Rashad's hand away from his cock, but he remained lip-locked with his
best friend.
"What in the world is Rashad thinking of?" Jason asked himself.
"That's my dick that he's touching. He should know better than that.
Unfazed at Jason's reluctance at his advances, Rashad moved his
hand down to his friend's inner thigh, and began to lightly caress the
supple, creamy white, naked flesh. Once again, Jason was moaning softly
at the feathery touch of Rashad's magic fingers. For five minutes,
Rashad worked the flesh of Jason's inner thighs, alternating between the
left and right, then placed his hand on Jason's hard-on again. Once
again Rashad lightly squeezed Jason's cloth-covered hardened flesh. Once
again Jason pushed his friend's hand away, only not as urgently as he had
done previously. Once again Rashad massaged Jason's sensitive inner
thighs, and once again, Jason began to moan.
Rashad initiated a new tactic. Breaking the lip-lock that he and
Jason had held for the past several minutes, and kneeling beside
him, Rashad moved his lips and hot, wet tongue down along Jason's neck,
stopping every so often to lightly suck on his soft flesh, causing Jason
to moan louder. But Rashad was just getting warmed up. Still feathering
Jason's inner thighs with his right hand, and caressing Jason's nipples
with his left hand, Rashad moved his tongue to his best friend's chest,
and down to his left tit. Rashad's lips locked on to Jason's left nipple
and swirled his wet tongue around the sort nub until he felt it harden.
The triple assault on Jason's body (the light massaging of his inner
thighs, the light pinching of his right nipple, and the tonguing of left
nipple), brought louder moaning from Jason's throat. Now only we he
moaning loudly, but Jason's hips were squirming and grinding in to the
mattress in anticipation of something more exciting happening. One
thought was going through Jason's head at this moment. A thought that he
never dreamed would cross his mind.
"What the fuck is wrong with me anyway? Why in hell did I ever push
Rashad's hand away from my cock?" Jason wondered to himself. "He
wasn't' really doing anything wrong, and when he squeezed my dick, it did
feel kind of nice. I do wish that he's squeeze it again. If he does put
his hand on my dick again, I won't push it away. Ohhhhh, Rashad, Please,
PLEASE, feel me up again," Jason continued to whisper to himself.
No sooner had the thought crossed Jason's mind, he felt Rashad's
right hand slide up to his fabric-covered, throbbing cock once again.
This time, he did not offer any resistance to his best friend's hand. As
a matter of fact, Jason was grinding his trapped dick into the palm of
Rashad's hand.
"Ohhhhh, Rashad!" Jason managed to gasp. "I love what you're doing
to me. Whatever you do, please don't ever stop. I don't ever want this
to stop. It feels so fucking awesome! OooooH!"
Now that Rashad seemed to have Jason literally in the palm of his
hand (pardon the pun), he removed his lips from Jason's nipple and looked
deeply in to Jason's gorgeous blue eyes, and said, "But Jason, I'm
going to have to remove my hand for a few moments."
"But why, Shad? Why, when my cock feels so good, do you want to take
your hand away now?" Jason asked.
"Because, Jase, I have to do this." Rashad replied as he reached up
and popped the button on Jason's skin-tight cut-offs, slid down the
zipper, pulled the flaps open, straddled Jason's supine body, hooked his
thumbs in to the waistband of the cut-offs, and began slide them down
over Jason's hips. Jason lifted his buttocks from the mattress, allowing
Rashad to pull the cut-offs down to his knees, to his ankles, and
finally, completely removed, and dropped to the floor, leaving Jason clad
only in his bright yellow string bikini. Rashad was pleased to see how
Jason's 7 1/2" dick tented the pouch of the bikini. Rashad laid back
down beside Jason and kissed him on the mouth again, and once again, the
battle for supremacy began as they explored each other's oral cavity.
Jason could feel the head of his ramrod pressing against the soft
inner lining of the pouch of the bikini, and wondered just when
Rashad's hand would return to his cock as Rashad had promised. Once
again, his silent question was answered when he felt Rashad's soft hand
on his shoulder, and begin to work its way down Jason's chest, stopping
to caress each taut nipple, which drew long, pleasurable sighs from
Jason. The hand continued down, dipping into Jason's belly button, down
the thin, blonde happy trail, and finally on to the cloth-covered
cock. Rashad gave Jason's hard-on a couple of gentle squeezes, and then,
to Jason's surprise and great delight, he felt Rashad's hand wrap around
the cloth encased dick. Rashad then began to slowly masturbate his best
friend.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, Shad, that's fantastic!" Jason whispered as he broke
the kiss momentarily. *
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This ends chapter 3-A of Rashad & Jason. Chapter 4-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 ride a motorcycle without a helmet, or
Work on scaffolding without a safety harness?
PLAY SAFE! USE A CONDOM!