Date: Wed, 24 Feb 1999 18:20:52 EST
From: ABuck50@aol.com
Subject: Jason's Appomattox-Part II

Jason's Appomattox, Chapter 2

Copyright 1999 by Abuck50@aol.com

Disclaimer: This is a fictional, multi-part story about two
adult  males, one black and one white, who develop a
relationship and engage in homosexual sexual activity which is
described explicitly.  No real persons are depicted or
described.  The author welcomes comments and constructive
criticism.

Chapter 1 can be found in gay/beginnings and gay/interracial
sections of the Nifty Archive.


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Chapter 2


A low "chuukuung" reverberated through the massive
warehouse just after the yellow beacons and the warning horn
announced that the long three-story racks were starting to move.
 An opening appeared between two of them about a third of the
way down while the rest of the stacks on either side slid
together on steel tracks, like the folds of a massive accordion
stretching open at one place and squeezing together everywhere
else to make room.
Jason watched from his curved glass booth hanging out into
the warehouse, centered up on the second story.  He kept his
palm resting on the bright red saucer sized button that could
stop the rolling racks instantly and glanced down now and then
to keep track of the process on the computer screens curving
around his console.
Another low "thung" resonated through the floor when the
racks at each end squeezed together and stopped, opening up the
corridor between 11 and 12.  The light in the emergency stop
button shifted over to the green one beside it.  Jason slid his
hand over and pressed it, activating the robotic fork lift that
the computer sent along the wires buried in a channel in the
floor, over to corridor K, down the isle about fifteen yards.
It reached up to the fourth level and slid out a pallet of big
cardboard barrels and took it over to a thick conveyor belt that
ran through a square tunnel into the plant next door.  The
computer screen in the center automatically scrolled up the next
order from Manufacturing.
Hell of a place for a guy who wanted to teach English.  But
a hell of a job, too: good pay, great benefits, kind of
interesting, and he was the only one in his family who didn't
work at something that wanted to kill him.
The suits were in town from corporate taking a customer on
a tour.  He knew that they liked to do that when he was on duty.
 They showed him off.  He was a good looking man with a
confident natural kind of athletic rhythm in the way he
controlled the immense computerized system, well spoken and
smarter than his age, and--they thought they were hot--he was
black.
Jason played his role, another act, another job that They
had for him to do.  He calmly explained how it worked as they
stood around behind him, glancing up for only a second at first
and then never letting his eyes leave his cockpit and the huge
gliding racks and robots that he controlled.  He interrupted
himself mid-sentence now and then to concentrate on something.
The plant manager always had this stupid proud-little-boy
smile on his fat face when he brought visitors in.  And he
seemed to want to pat Jason on his shoulder as they left, to
thank him for doing it so well again and making them look so
good.  But he just said "Thank you, Jason" and caught his hand
and held it back.  Jason figured that he was afraid that "good
boy" might slip out.  Jason looked at something on the console
and said "Yes sir" as he saw himself grabbing the guy by the
sides of his head and saying softly, Asshole!
Jason punched the gas pedal several times and felt his
Camero roar up around him when he cranked it up to leave for the
day, incinerating something--just It--and blasting it out of his
tailpipe.  He started on a short trip that might as well be a
flight deep into the Great Orion Nebula.  It was time to go
home, the other world of Ballard's Crossing, and stare again
clear-eyed at the other end of the string of contradictions that
made up his life.
The transition from Atlanta to the county was sort and
ugly.  He didn't go by the apartment but did go through the same
kind of old commercial decay nearby, through a flea-market of
old retail stores, some junky wood and tin buildings around a
railroad district, a few still in use. 	
The area was like the scab of an old wound on Atlanta that
wouldn't ever heal, still being pricked by what was on the
outside of it.  Sway-backed old white-gray wood houses and
crooked barns, half-dead fields, abandoned gas stations with the
 pumps missing, and along the road old stores that should have
closed years ago but hung on because they wouldn't let go or
were too tired to close up.  It was one of the black slices of
the county that sat out there and would not go the hell away for
all of Atlanta's trying to ignore it and what it recalled.
Sweep around forty degrees and head out another way and you were
in one of the new white suburbs that not only recalled the past
but would just as soon get back to it and tried.  It was not
clear which one embarrassed Atlanta more.
Jason drove further into another time as his mind rummaged
around in its own collection of conflicts.  Young white teens
wanted to be cool so they tried to act black.  Young blacks
didn't like Soul because black back then wasn't cool at all.
And he glanced off of some of his own.  Never really trusting
any white man but wanting to astonish and amaze them to make
them need him.  Being as beautiful as black gets and wanting to
teach--English!
The little clusters of old houses and broken out-buildings
were stuck out in clumps of trees on the dirty fields.  They
started to give way to empty store-fronts and warehouses pulled
up to the highway.  It ended up Ballard's Crossing, where the
wagons full of cotton used to come to meet the train.
Over the set of three tracks, left, about two miles down
asphalt that was poured fifty years ago and never patched, and
then down a dirt road between two fences he was home.  He pulled
the Camero around and under the big hickory tree off to the side
of the house, turned it off and sat there for moment, staring
over the dusty hood of his shiny silver car at the jumble of
gray clapboard walls of the house and the four additions that
had been nailed onto it over the years.  Once he went in he
would be all the way back.
Jason could afford to live in town, and did stay at the
apartment sometimes even with Keith didn't come over.  But there
was just his mother and her mother there now, plenty of room for
them and the kin that came by.  He was not ready to leave them
behind but he had wanted to leave that place forever.  He went
on inside, down the center hall--his grandmother was sleeping
and his mother was still working--and back to a big room stuck
on the back that was his, connected to the rest of the house but
outside of it.  He slung himself down in his bed, cupped his
hands behind his head and closed his eyes.



Keith walked into the gym and past the stair-steppers and
saw that all of the regular types were there.  Miss Skeletal
Thing in Spandex that was way too fancy and too tight over skin
that was even tighter, looking grim and bored, showing exertion
only when her left eyebrow arched up, annoyed, but never, never
sweating.  A forty-something man who walked on the balls of his
feet and rocked back and forth in a bad imitation of manly.  Two
guys in the aerobics class throwing their hands out, one looking
like he was shoving a mugger away, the other like he was
flipping flowers with an apron.  An old jock who actually
believed that no one saw him looking at himself in the mirror,
and didn't realize that he let his belly out when he looked
away.  The pony-tailed college girls who could simultaneously
ride a bicycle, listen to headphones, watch TV and check their
mutual funds in the newspaper.  And the usual collection of
baseball caps worn front and back on boys and men who wanted to
be.
As he walked around the free-standing line of lockers to
the third row he turned sideways to slide by another man coming
around the corner--Jesus!  Keith tried to sneak a glance at his
backside through the mirror at the end of the locker room as the
man went on out to the gym, then followed him out there as soon
as he could.
It was hard not to look at him but Keith used all the
tricks...all the angles of the mirrors, walking by him as he
cooled off after finishing a workout machine, finally asking if
he could work in on another one.  The guy was somewhere around
Keith's age, maybe a little older, taller too with a hint of
whiskers under his skin, in great shape and clear-eyed like
someone who is secure with who they are and what they do,
professional--the pager said probably a young doctor.  There
were no hints about whether he was gay or not.  There was no
question about whether he was a man, however, with the confident
gracefulness that is the essence of a real one.
This was the first time in a long time that Keith had been
turned on by another man.  Keith stopped going out after he and
Jason met and started their secret life.  There was no need.  It
was too good with Jason, about perfect, to risk or give up, any
of it: the sex, the man or the secrecy.  But this guy--he could
tell and they hadn't even met--had some of the qualities that
turned him on about Jason.  A fluid athleticism:  muscles, bone
and mind all working seamlessly together.  That kind of calmness
that says there's no question that I'm in charge but I'm a good
guy, too.  Powerful enough to have his way, nice enough to want
to make you happy.
An old troll crawled up out of Keith's belly.  If he ever
decided that he could risk telling his folks, this was the kind
of guy he could try to take home.  Man, his father would really
like him.  You can tell that he knows football and cars and
reads good stuff and keeps up with what's going on the in the
world, probably ran track in school.  If he has kids he's great
with them.  Everybody asks his advice and listens when he gives
it; he's good at what he does and makes good money at it.  The
troll elbowed him hard from inside.  And he's white.
Keith was a couple of machines over from the man.  He
turned away to rest and looked through the tangle of machines
over to the mirrored wall and back through the machines again at
the man just behind him.  He was there but not there, lost now
deep in the forest of white and silver bent metal.  But he saw
his own face clearly.  It was flat and empty.  He went on over
to the corner to the free-weights area, away from the machines
and the man.
As he sat on a bench and stared into the weight rack a
darkness flowed around each side of his head and closed in over
his face, and he could only see Jason towering over him, his
long muscular body wrapped in beautiful dark skin and Jason's
face looming behind and staring through the image of his own
body with its hypnotic mix of serenity and power.
Jason was a force that pushed and pulled, that threatened
everything that Keith thought he was supposed to be but that
offered a kind of risky liberation too, that made him feel
strong and alive but would also make him dissolve and disappear
if he got too close.  Maybe Jason pulls at him because he
threatens.  Maybe knowing Jason is a way to get somewhere else,
or at least out of this place, something Keith wanted but didn't
understand and wasn't sure that he deserved.
Keith shut it down.  He didn't like thinking about it.  It
came at him now and then and he always shut it down when it got
too close.  He pushed the whys back and thought just about
Jason.  He needed Jason's power and he gave into it again,
hunched over on the bench resting his forearms on his thighs.
As a rivulet of sweat crawled down the cut through the center of
his chest his vision emerged through the dark and the gym
materialized around him.  The image of Jason that had been
looking at him had somehow moved around behind him now and
stepped into Keith himself, filling him up inside, their bodies
sharing the same space as Keith felt again Jason's magic fill
every muscle and sinew of his body.
Keith picked up the dumbbells at his feet and laid back on
the bench, raising the weights together up over his chest and
then slowly bringing them down and out to the side, as they went
down feeling the muscles of his arms and his chest tighten and
stretch at the same time, feeling his stomach and his butt
tighten to hold his back down and his crotch and thighs send
some of their strength flowing up into his chest to hold the
weights out to the side, hard and still and heavy and tight like
a flying iron cross, pause for a moment and then send them
slowly back up, his eyes closed, pursing his lips to peel off
some of the energy of the long breath pushing out between them,
feeling every muscle in his torso celebrate strength that felt
endless as the two dumbbells slowly approached each other and
paused but never touched.  And then again, slowly pulling them
down against his own strength holding them up.  As he repeated
the exercise Jason's presence inside of him grew stronger and
clearer, not one body inside the other now but mixed, like
fluids washed together into a new one.


Jason told his mother the next morning that he was going to
stay in town that weekend.  It was a quiet day since the plant
was cleaning up from one process and getting ready to start
another one.  The warehouse spent that time on inventory and
restocking.  Pretty standard stuff so it was an easy day.
Toward the end one of the robot forklifts kept getting
stuck as it tried to turn into the aisles.  It meant calling the
techies and that meant waiting three and a half hours while they
tore the forklift apart and the cable channel up.  Jason didn't
have a night-shift replacement that Friday because the warehouse
would be down for a complete diagnostic check over the weekend.
 So he had to wait to close down the operating system.
He looked at the clock and figured that Keith had already
been at the apartment for about an hour.  Each one knew that the
other couldn't call so Keith would wait and start to fix
something to eat if it got too late.
This didn't happen often but when it did it was a big mess.
 Jason got almost as mad as he waited for one of the tech
supervisors to come up and ask him what he had done as he did
when it happened.  It did.  Jason's logs showed clearly, once
again, that everything had been done right.  Then Jason had to
sit there and watch and wonder what they were saying.  And why
he was here or cared or ought to see Keith tonight or ever.  As
he sat there everything in him--his passion and his strength,
all of his anger and pride, and the scattered pieces of what
could have been a dream--evaporated and left him still and empty
and no longer real.
He drove over toward Butler Avenue later that night but it
wasn't him driving the car.  He was part of it, another
mechanical component that made it work.  It was almost ten.  The
only thing that crept up in his mind was that maybe Keith
wouldn't be there.  He could turn the lights out...but he was
there now and Keith's car was there too.
As Jason got close to the door he smelled Keith's dinner
and it woke a little part of him up.  At the moment he turned
the knob he realized that he had no idea whether he wanted to
but that he had to now.
The heavy warm smell of onions cooked in butter hung in the
room.  The lights were all turned down and Keith was behind the
kitchen bar doing something in the sink.  His head snapped over
when Jason walked in.  Jason looked at Keith and saw everything
in the room at the same time.  Low glowing lamps spread a golden
wash of satin light around some parts of the room and over the
corners and ends of the soft brown leather furniture.  The light
hung low in the room under a dark ceiling.
Jason stared for a moment as he closed the door.  Keith
relaxed when he saw that it was Jason.  His head fell a little
to one side, his eyes widened softly, his mouth spread into a
little flat smile, and Keith was transformed again from military
man into little boy, big and strong and sweet and tender.  A
sharp breath shot out of Jason's nose as he saw what he had seen
in the bar months ago, a strong man's body holding up the face
of this little boy who was looking at him hopefully through the
dark
He closed the door.  His face showed nothing.  He walked
through the room's amber darkness, around the bar and over to
Keith who slid the towel he was holding over onto the counter.
Keith looked a little afraid.  Neither one said anything.  Jason
reached up and grabbed Keith's jaw from underneath with his
right hand and held it, tight, staring into his eyes, put his
other hand on Keith's chest and pushed him gently back against
the wall, then folded that arm over Keith's forehead and pushed
his head into the wall and kissed him hard and deep.
Keith felt one kind of energy flow down and pool somewhere
below him and another kind rise up and fill his body.  His hands
swung out to the sides, palms flat against the wall as his body
arched out to touch Jason's.  Jason pulled his mouth back,
holding his face an inch from Keith's, stared into his eyes, and
kissed him again, twisting his head and mouth looking for a
deeper place as his tongue slid into Keith's throat.  The arm
across Keith's forehead slid down behind his neck.  Jason pulled
his head back and let go of Keith's jaw and that arm went down
under Keith's crotch and arched up behind it.  Jason picked
Keith up and held him across his own body as Keith reached
around with one hand to grab onto the back of Jason's neck.
Jason carried Keith over to the leather sofa.  He stood
Keith up in front of him, reached down and slid Keith's
sweatshirt up and over as Keith raised his arms then let them
fall at his side.  Jason unsnapped Keith's jeans and knelt as he
slid them and his shorts down, cupped a hand behind each shoe
and took it off, raked his socks off and pulled the jeans over
each foot and off to the side.
Jason stood up and looked at Keith standing there, his
tight white skin softly golden on one side from the low light
and almost disappearing into the darkness on the other, the
light drifting over his body highlighting his hard cut muscles
more than usual.  Keith's dick was swollen and soft and jerked a
little when Jason looked down over it, then back up and into
Keith's eyes as he unbuttoned his own shirt and swung it out
wide open revealing his powerful black chest, flexing even more
tight and hard as his arms swung around back and he pulled one
sleeve and then the other off and dropped it.  Jason took his
pants off standing up, bringing one knee up high then the other,
letting his shoes and socks fall before pulling his pants down
over each leg.
They stood naked in front of each other and Jason slowly
brought up each of his hands out in front of his shoulders and
held them there and Keith followed, touching finger to finger
and staring at each other.  Jason moved his hands out to the
side and spread his arms wide as Keith's followed each finger
tip, and as their chests touched they each felt hard through
soft.  As Jason's long powerful arms reached their full length
the tips of Keith's fingers were left behind and they traced
back in the length of each of Jason's fingers and over his
palms.  Jason turned his palms up and flexed and arched his arms
up slightly as Keith brought his hands down Jason's hard
forearms and over his thick long biceps and held them there.
Keith brought his hands on in and cupped them around Jason's
neck, turned the two of them around, and sat Jason down on the
sofa as Keith went down to his knees on the floor in front of
him.
Jason's wide dark brown muscles unfolded into the lighter
brown leather as his hands spread out on each side over the
cushions.  Keith sat back on his heels in front of Jason and
between his knees.  One flowed up into the other, the hard sharp
V of Keith's ivory torso coming up from the floor and into
Jason's dark hard body flaring out up above it.
Keith leaned forward and up on his knees and let his crotch
rest against the bottom of the sofa, inside Jason's legs.  He
reached up very softly with one hard and touched the side of
Jason's face and traced the angle of his jaw with three fingers
while they stared silently somewhere into each other in a way
that made each of them know that they were both looking for
something that they hoped was there.
Keith slid his hand off of Jason's jaw and brought his
other hand up to float both of them on their fingertips slowly
over Jason's wide chest, closed his eyes and bent down slowly as
his hands sunk down flat onto Jason's pecs, kissed Jason's
stomach and with his arms still stretched up over Jason's body
laid his head on its side in the hard folds of his belly, bowing
to Jason to pray for something that he could not name.  Jason
brought his hands over and rubbed them slowly over Keith's head
and ran his fingers through his fine soft hair, wrapped each of
his hands around half of Keith's head and held it.  Keith's
hands fell down off of Jason's chest and slid behind to wrap
around Jason's waist and held on.
Keith looked up after a few moments and looked at Jason
looking at him.  Keith took Jason's swollen but still soft cock
in one hand and fed it into his mouth, slowly and easily pulling
it down his throat and holding it down in his chest, sucking and
milking it as it began to harden and stiffen.  Keith twisted his
mouth slowly around Jason's dick and began a gentle rhythm back
and in, down on Jason's cock as his fingers brushed the bottom
of Jason's balls.  The great black cock surged out long and wide
and stiff and pushed hard against Keith's throat.  As soon as he
felt it hard he backed off, reached up to Jason's shoulder with
one hand and pulled himself up, put one foot then the other up
on the edge of the sofa, hunching up over Jason's hard dick and
holding onto his neck with one hand.
Keith spit in his free hand and reached back and wiped it
up his ass, took Jason's dick and pointed it at his hole and
rested it there, outside, hard and wide.  Keith looked in to
Jason's eyes and let him know with his that this was his gift,
his offering.  Jason spread both arms out to the side over the
back of the sofa and let his head fall back over it, arching his
magnificent body and stretching his rib cage up through his
silky flesh and muscle as Keith let the long muscles of his legs
start to relax, and Jason's dick head pressed hard against his
hole until he felt it sting.  Keith wound up his stomach tight
and then pushed the force he had gathered inside hard down into
his ass, and let his full weight fall as his legs guided him
down all the way down onto Jason's dick.  His mouth and eyes
flew open wide and his head fell back in a strangled scream.
Jason's hard dick was a log stuck up into Keith, pressing
everything inside of him up and out as Keith sat on it, still,
feeling the wide heavy shaft up in him and nothing else in the
world.
Keith curled his body forward and rolled up with his head
down against Jason's chest, stuck up on Jason's dick as he held
on hard to keep it up there and relax his ass all the way,
feeling the pain in his ass give way to a hard dullness in his
hips and belly.  Keith raised his head and looked at Jason,
slung back with his eyes closed and his mouth open, his great
black body stretched out wide with its wings out wider still.
He put his hands on the sofa back on each side of Jason to
steady himself.  Keith's legs lifted slowly until the skin in
his ass let loose of Jason's dick and it started to slide as
Keith rose up half way and then back down, up and back down, a
little further now, up and back down, real slow, up and back
down breathing in and out as he did, watching Jason's chest
heave and fall with his ride.  He came up higher and went down
deeper and started a slow but definite rhythm thrusting down on
Jason's dick, rising softly and falling down on the hard wide
dick.  Jason's head started turning slowly back and forth, his
eyes still closed, his breathing deeper and his hips stiffening
but not quite thrusting up as Keith thrust his ass down on his
dick, Jason rocking his hips down into the sofa and back up as
Keith rode his dick.  Keith bent over and kissed Jason on one
nipple and then the other as he used his ass to softly massage
Jason's dick and used that dick to massage the inside of his
ass.
Jason rolled his head down and half opened his eyes and
looked at Keith's light sculptured body flex and tighten as he
rode up and down on his dick.  Keith had his eyes closed and a
smile on his face and let his head swing easily down and back
and forth as he made love to Jason's cock.  Jason watched him,
unseen, for several moments, caressing his dick with everything
that Keith had inside of him.
A force welled up inside of Jason that overwhelmed
everything else and he reached down with both arms and pulled
Keith into his torso, slid one hand behind Keith's back, rolled
to the side and rolled Keith over on his back on the sofa,
Jason's left knee on the cushion beside him, his right foot on
the floor, and he held this thick dick down inside Keith hard
and deep.  Keith's arms flew up over his head and stretched out
over the cushions and his head pushed back into the soft
leather.  Jason took up the rhythm, rocking his dick easily down
in to Keith's ass, slowly and softly until he felt Keith's
asshole disappear into the black wet heat all around his cock.
When Keith was completely limp, Jason reached under his
shoulders with both hands, lifted him up, slid him up and rested
the small of his back on the back of the sofa.  Jason brought
both knees up on the sofa up under Keith's ass and sat Keith
down on his dick and his thighs with Keith's legs wrapped around
Jason.  Keith came to as the soft golden light traced and lit
the muscles down his front that tightened and bulged as he sat
up on Jason's dick and looked at Jason kneeling there with his
dick up his ass.  Keith reached up to hold Jason's face in both
hands as Jason rocked his dick slowly up into Keith's ass.
Jason let Keith guide his face down and onto his mouth and they
kissed long and keep and Jason rocked up into Keith's soft wet
ass.  Keith broke off the kiss and let his head and back fall
over the sofa back as he let all of his being flow down inside
his body and flood his ass and Jason's dick.
Keith's legs rose up slowly and hooked themselves in the
air beside Jason's torso, held there by the leaf-springs of his
belly, while Jason started to fuck, started thrusting harder in
Keith's ass, in all the way, hitting his wall pushing it deep
into Keith's ass, a little faster, in his ass as he watched the
beautiful body in front of him with its hard and soft, tight and
loose muscles everywhere, waves flowing through his body with
each thrust of Jason's dick.
Jason planted his hard dick down inside Keith's ass and
held it there for a moment and waited for Keith's breathing to
calm a little, then reached across and grabbed Keith's other
shoulder and slid slightly sideways as he turned Keith over on
his chest and draped his head over the back of the sofa.  Jason
leaned forward and wrapped his hot wet body over Keith's back,
slid his arms around and under Keith's chest and held him hard
and strong, Jason kneeling into Keith kneeling on the sofa, and
fucked Keith from behind with his dick and his whole body
arching and crunching up into Keith's ass and against his body,
a rhythm rising up and up into Keith's ass as Keith's head hung
over the sofa back lifeless, his spittle drooling out of his
open mouth onto the floor below.  Keith was gone.  He was
nothing but his ass and it was a black inferno incinerating
everything in him until there was nothing more.
Jason couldn't get close enough to Keith or far enough up
inside him.  His arms slid all over Keith's body, a wrestler
searching for and trying one purchase after another, looking for
one that would let Jason pull him closer, pressing his chest
down harder on Keith's back, wrapping his belly and thighs
tighter around Keith's ass, crunching up harder and tighter as
he rocked his cock up in Keith's ass.  Jason's frenzy took over
and as he tried to change his angle to get in deeper he pushed
Keith sideways along the back of the sofa and then down on his
side, one of Keith's leg cocked up under him on one side while
Jason took the leg on top and stretched it up and over Keith
until Keith's foot was down by his head, his butt and asshole
spread so wide that any further and it would start to tare.
Jason pushed  himself up and looked down, looking down his own
tight body, watching his wide thick wet black dick glisten in
down slow and back and into Keith's pink and white ass again.
Keith's head pushed back down in the corner of the leather
sofa so that just his mouth and chin were visible.  Jason let go
of Keith's ankle and let his dark dense body fall down closer to
him, and felt Keith turn a little each time he rocked his cock
down his ass, Keith twisting under and against Jason with each
thrust until Keith was on his back with both legs running
straight up between Jason's shoulders and his own.  Jason used
his whole body in great muscular spasms to fuck him, crunching
his body in wild violent jerks all around Keith as he thrust his
cock in hard, his arms wrapped around Keith's back pulling him
into Jason's chest.  Short hard grunts started blasting out of
Jason's chest rising up and up until every muscle in Jason
jerked hard and tight as Jason hollered from down in his belly
and shoved his swollen dick hard down in Keith's ass and shot
his long thick load, held it down in there and shot again,
pumped back and shot as it slid back in...and breathed in hard
and deep as his head jerked up and fell back down on top of
Keith's chest and came again.
What little there was left of Keith crept down to his
asshole and gathered up together and by itself squeezed Jason's
hard and heavy dick, let it loose and squeezed harder, again,
and again, until another load came running softly out and
Jason's body jerked tight around Keith's and relaxed again.
They stayed there, each one trying to breathe, each
twisting his head for air that was not so hot and wet, their
faces sliding against each others and over the wet brown
leather.  After a few moments Jason groaned and started to
straighten his legs and slide them down the sofa.  He stretched
out on top of Keith, whose ass was still curled up enough to
keep Jason's dick inside, his legs flopped over the small of
Jason's back.  They laid there, breathing heavy, inert, Jason's
soft thick dick lying up inside of Keith's ass, Keith's face
looking up, Jason's face beside his buried in the slick leather
below him.
Jason felt Keith's jaw work against his neck as Keith
reached for air with his mouth.  Then Jason felt water run down
against his face and then again.  He raised his head up to smile
at this sweaty mess underneath him, but Keith was crying, with
his eyes shut, quiet tears running out of the corner of each eye
down into his ears, his mouth half open in half a smile.
Jason's hands burrowed down under and around Keith's back,
wrapped him up and pulled them together as Jason buried his face
down in Keith's shoulder and let his body flow over and onto
Keith's beneath him.
Keith let his legs fall slowly down, sliding around Jason's
ass and thighs, and as he did Jason's dick pried out of his ass
so loose that neither one of them felt the head slip out.  Jason
reached out with each of his legs to gather Keith's legs up in
between them and wrapped each of Keith's arms up inside the hold
that Jason had around Keith's chest.  Jason wanted to pull all
of Keith on up inside him, to let his big hard body sink down
over Keith and cover and consume him completely.  Keith wanted
it even more.  They laid that way until they went to sleep, each
thinking into the dark that they could never be separated.


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