Date: Tue, 09 May 2006 23:51:15 -0400
From: Poet Boy <thepoetboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Chase part 1

Standard rules apply.  Be the right age and be willing to read gay sex.

Part 1

Jason dropped his keys on the table by the door and his briefcase on the
boot tray.  Michael was sitting across the living room with the paper open
on his lap, relaxing after a long, frustrating day of work.  He looked up
at Jason and smiled.

	"How was your day?" he asked.  He could read the tension on Jason's
face.

	Standing by the door, not yet removing his jacket, Michael looked
at his lover.  Lover.  The word burned his throat.

	"This isn't working for me, Michael."  Jason bit his lip and shoved
his fists deep into his pockets.  "I've been thinking about it non-stop for
weeks now.  I can't think of any way out."

	Michael closed the newspaper and folded it neatly, his smile dying
and his cheeks aflame.  He felt waves of guilt even though he wasn't sure
what he'd done wrong, but the words, at last, had been spoken.  It wasn't
working.  They both knew it and had known it for much of the last year.

	The silence stretched out as Jason fingered the coins in his
pocket.  The hallway runner needed vacuuming, and that was all Jason could
see.  He couldn't bring himself to look at Michael, though he knew exactly
how his partner would look.  He'd seen that lost, panicked expression
before, but this time he had caused it.

	"I love you," Michael said.  Jason was counting the green squares
on the carpet.  "You know I love you," Michael continued.

	Michael's legs were crossed and the fingers of his left hand were
digging into the flesh of his calf.

	"I'm too young for a sexless marriage, Michael.  I can't live a
neutered life."  Jason felt flooded with shame.  To ruin a good marriage
for something as trivial as sex, and yet it was all he could think about.
As his friends still went out and partied in the local clubs, finding new
men and new beds to experience, here he was with a roommate instead of a
lover.

	"Is that so important to you?" Michael asked, his voice hushed.
He'd been expecting this.  This fear had lived in his mind for months,
going back to when they first started dating.  Jason had had a long string
of exes, some of whom hadn't even stuck around to even qualify for the
title.  Michael had been with three men in his entire life and had never
wanted more than that.  Sex had just never been that important to him.

	"I'm going to stay with Morgan for the weekend," Jason said.  He
starting backing towards the door.  "How about dinner on Sunday?  We can
talk more then."

	Michael's mind surged, trying to find a solution, a way to make
Jason stay, but he found nothing.  By the time words formed in his mind,
Jason had turned and left, quietly shutting the door behind him.

	Michael stared at the door for several minutes before the plan
started to take shape in his head.  A flame flickered to life, one that
Michael hadn't felt in a very long time.  The chase was on.

***

Michael leaned against the bar with a beer in his hand.  It took him
several swigs to get the hang of it, and he still wasn't sure he liked the
taste, but this wasn't about him.  The loud music made his chest thump, and
he made sure never to look at the door.

	Whenever they had a fight and Jason retreated to Morgan's, the two
of them always would up at the bar, downing enough to KO them until the
next afternoon.  Jason's hangover was evident each time he arrived for
Sunday dinner to patch things up.  Michael avoided the element of doubt
that was creeping through his thoughts -- last night had sounded far too
final, and that idea was too terrifying to entertain.  He took another swig
of beer, hoping it might just numb his thoughts.

	He'd spent the afternoon sorting through the local Goodwill,
finding the perfect pair of torn up jeans and a worn out t-shirt.  He had a
black baseball cap on backwards with the initials M.E.A. sewn on.  He
wasn't sure what it stood for.  It was a far cry from the business casual
he'd grown accustomed to, but it seemed to be working.  Several men were
paying attention, and it had taken some effort to push off an older man
who'd offered him a drink and tried to strike up a conversation.  All in
all, Michael was glad his time at the gym was paying off.

	Half a beer later, he saw him.  Jason and Morgan had entered the
club and were leaning against a stone column on the other side of the dance
floor.  Jason was easy to spot, easily being the tallest man in the bar.
Long and lean, Jason still had a bit of the boyishness that had first
attracted Michael years ago.  They'd met in a bar, one far smaller than
this.  Michael's felt another wave of guilt at the look of dejectedness on
Jason's face, but he pushed it down.  Tonight, he would feel no guilt.

	A short, muscular man in a black shirt sidled up to the bar by
Michael's side.  He ordered a drink and then turned to Michael.  "Want
another?" the man asked.

	Michael painted on a sly grin and replied, "No thanks.  Still
working on this one."  He turned his gaze back to Jason and caught Morgan's
eye.  Morgan's eyes widened, and then he nudged Jason and nodded towards
the bar.  Michael looked away, turning back to his would-be suitor.

	"On second thought," he said, pausing to drain the rest of his
bottle, "I'll take you up on that."  He smiled at the shorter man, who
grinned back and motioned to the bartender.

	"You look lonely," the man said as the bartender took Michael's
empty and popped the cap off a new bottle.

	"Not anymore," Michael replied.  "I'm Jessie."

	"Alex," the suitor said, moving a bit closer.  "New to the area?"

	"Just passing through."  Michael leaned a bit closer himself.

	Alex raised his glass. "Let's hope your stay is a memorable one."

	Smiling, Michael raised his beer.  "It looks like it will be."  He
quickly looked back over the dance floor to where Jason and Morgan were
staring at him, arguing with each other.  In the chaotic lights of the
club, Jason's face was red.

	"Look at that tall one," Michael said.  "What's his story?"

	Alex cocked his head a bit and followed Michael's gaze.  "Morgan's
friend?  He just shows up when he's had a fight with the missus.  Waste of
time, my friend, whereas I—"

	"Ten bucks says I could get him."  Michael caught Jason's eye and
held it.

	Alex moved an inch closer and laid his hand on Michael's arm.  "Why
bet when you've got a sure thing right here?"  He stroked his thumb across
the flannel of Michael's shirt.

	Michael smiled, took a swig of his beer and set the bottle down on
the bar.
  "Sorry, Alex.  I like a challenge."  He stepped away from the bar and
made his way through the dancers, catching Jason's eye each time their
connection was broken.  Jason and Morgan had stopped their argument.

	Puffing his chest out, Michael ignored Morgan entirely and stepped
directly in front of Jason.  "Hey," he said, biting his lip and painting on
a lopsided smile.  "I'm Jessie."

	Jason's eyes darted towards Morgan and then back.  "Michael—"

	"Not Michael," Michael said, cocking his head, "Jessie."

	"Michael, I—"

	"Want to dance?"

	Michael took one step backwards and then another, already feeling
the crush of dancers around him again.  He reached out a hand and grabbed
Jason's wrist, pulling him.  Jason resisted for a moment and then followed.

	"Michael, this isn't—"

	"Tonight," Michael said, pulling Jason towards him, "I'm Jessie."

	Their pelvises met and Michael began to sway with the music.
Jason's arms hung limply at his sides, but Michael's hands moved to Jason's
hips and then his back.  Slowly Jason began to move with the beat and the
surging of the crowd, but he kept his face carefully turned away from his
partner.

	Michael's blood was surging with the music and with the confidence
he'd found in his character.  He moved in ways that he'd never tried
before, shedding the tense dance steps of his small-town white boy past as
the music moved him.  He was grinding himself against Jason and was
surprised to find himself getting hard.  Trailing his hand up Jason's
thigh, he realized he wasn't the only one.  He smiled and rested his
forehead on Jason's chest, running his lightly over his partner's cock.

	"Michael—"

	"Jessie."

	Jason's hands moved to Michael's hips, and then one hand slipped
back to cup one of Michael's ass cheeks, feeling the powerful muscles
through the worn denim.

	"Jessie," Jason whisper, losing the name to the noise of the club.

	Michael glanced over to the bar and flashed a victory smile to
Alex, who raised the abandoned beer in a toast.

	Several songs passed and the two remained pressed against each
other.  With each passing song, Michael's hand spend more time on Jason's
cock, at first lightly running across it as if by accident but then holding
and even stroking it.

	He reached a hand up to pull Jason's head down, bringing Jason's
ear close to his mouth.  Michael's tongue flicked at the earlobe for a
moment before he whispered, "The bathroom, now."

	Jason pulled back a bit and gave a weary smile.  "I'm married," he
grinned.

	"I don't care," Michael replied, giving Jason's cock one last
squeeze and delighting in the dampness of the precum stain he found.  He
released his partner and walked through the crowd to the bathroom,
reminding himself not to adjust himself to hide his own arousal.  In his
tight jeans, there was nowhere for it to go anyway.  He trusted that Jason
would follow him as he stepped into the dirty, fetid bathroom.

	An older, sweaty man was making out with a teenager who was perched
on the edge of one of the sinks.  Two of the toilet stalls were in use.
Under the door of the last one, Michael could see three pairs of feet.  He
stopped beside the door of the empty stall, pushed the door fully open and
waited.  In the mirror, he could see himself.  He looked every bit the
low-class thug.  His shirt hugged his muscles in all the right places, and
in his tight jeans, he could make out almost every detail of his long, hard
dick.  He swallowed what was left of his nervousness.  Jessie didn't get
nervous.  Michael cupped his dickhead and gave it a squeeze.

	Jason passed him, entered the stall and turned.  Sweat stains
darkened his button-up shirt, and there was a loonie-sized precum stain on
the front of his jeans.  In his eyes, there was a fire, and the sight of it
caused Michael's knees to weaken.  Now he knew the chemistry was still in
play.  Now he knew the prize could be his.  He stepped into the stall and
closed the door behind him, sliding the latch in place behind his back as
he drank in the raw sexiness of his partner.

	"What are you into?" he asked.

	"I'm flexible," Jason replied with a dirty grin and a chuckle.  He
reached out and sank his fingers into the waist of Michael's jeans and
pulled the man closer.

	"I bet you are."

	Jason's hands moved to the unfasten Michael's jeans, but Michael
stopped him and forced Jason's hands to his sides.  He reached out and
again clasped Jason's cock with one hand while the other pulled Jason's
zipper down.  He dropped to his knees, opened his mouth and engulfed the
head of Jason's cock through the denim.  The saltiness of the precum swept
across his tongue and Michael sucked heartily.

	Jason's knees trembled and he reached out, steadying himself by
holding on to the top of the stall walls.  Michael smiled and popped the
button of Jason's jeans, quickly tugging down both the denim and Jason's
boxer briefs.
  The long, familiar dick bounced out, slapping Michael's cheek.  He
immediately took the head into his mouth and ran his tongue along the
underside of the head, where he knew Jason was most sensitive.  He heard
the familiar intake of breath.

	But this wasn't Michael, and Jessie had a different technique.
Where Michael was gentle and delicate, Jessie was forceful and energetic.
He immediately began bobbing his head furiously, flicking his tongue as he
withdrew.  One hand gripped the base of Jason's shaft while another gripped
the man's ass, his fingernails digging into the skin.

	Jason held tightly to the stall dividers, staring down.  He began
to thrust forward, feeling orgasm approaching far more quickly than he
would have liked.  He tried to object, but after the unabashed
exhibitionism on the dance floor and the energy of the blowjob, he felt he
had no control.  And he loved it.

	Michael felt Jason's cock hit the back of his mouth and avoided the
gagging that usually occurred.  He slipped further forward, feeling the
head entering his throat.  Jason's knees weakened again and the tall man
barely kept himself from tumbling down.  He released a loud, guttural
groan, which turned into a yell as Michael's finger thrust itself into his
ass.  He began to shake as his orgasm hit, spraying hot cum into the back
of Michael's throat.  Michael pulled off, holding the head of Jason's cock
in his mouth as spurt after spurt of thick, salty cum filled his mouth.

	Jason's knees bucked and he fell onto the toilet seat, but even
still Michael didn't release his dick.  The last spurts past and a lights
flashed before his eyes.  He clenched his eyes shut, holding onto the
sensation as Michael gently milked the fading erection with his mouth.
Finally Michael released it, looking up at Jason and smiling, with a small
dribble of cum on his chin.  Jason opened his eyes and smiled down at his
lover, bending and licking the dribble gently away.  They met for one
intense kiss, their tongues dancing in Michael's salty mouth before Michael
broke away.

	"I've got to go," he said, wiping Jason's lip with his thumb.
"It's been fun."

	He stood up and finally adjusted himself in his jeans.  His own cum
was quickly soaking through the fabric.

	Jason leaned back against the toilet tank.  "Michael, wait."

	"Sorry," Michael said with a glint in his eye as he unlatched the
stall door.  "Jessie's got a wife to get home to."  He slipped out of the
stall and closed the door behind him.  The old man and teenager looked at
him appreciatively from the row of sinks and he nodded at them.  He was
gone by the time Jason pulled up his jeans.

End of part 1.