Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 14:28:30 +0000
From: M Williams <kollegekid54321@hotmail.com>
Subject: Living with a Past - Chapter 8

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contains homosexual themes and is not intended for anyone
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Copyright - 2005 - Max Williams
(Kollegekid54321@hotmail.com)

Chapter 8

     Jason, with tears still stinging in his eyes, ran down
the street, feeling himself getting into the familiar meter
of the fast running that he was so used to doing during his
workout routine.  He was headed more or less steadily
downhill on the wide winding street of Greg's subdivision,
heading (hopefully) toward one of the two access points to
the main road.  He was still slightly buzzed, but the events
of the last 15 minutes had had the same effect as a good
stout slap in the face and he was thinking clearer and
clearer as he jogged in the increasingly cold wind.
     The large houses with their high peaks were looming
over him from either side, even despite the expanses of
black lawns in front of each of them.  Jason knew it was
ridiculous, but couldn't help but feel that there was a
person in each of those dark windows, watching him, laughing
at him.  And each car that passed him on the street seemed
to be going too slow, like they were looking at him too.
Part of it, he knew, was embarrassment and paranoia,
although part of it was that anyone on the street in a dirty
sweatshirt at this time in this neighborhood probably was
suspicious, and part of it was the all too real fear that
one of those cars would be Sean's.
     Sean . . . why had he been such an asshole?!  Jason
stopped for a moment, and just panted, thinking for the
first time since he'd run away.  Oh God, Jason wanted Sean.
Not, well . . . not like that, but . . . still . . . Jason
couldn't help but think how comforting it would be to have
Sean here, right now, and bury his face in Sean's t-shirt,
telling him how bad he felt, how much he liked Sean, how
much he wanted to have Sean over, how much he wanted to be
friends, maybe even more, for three years now but . . . just
. . . hadn't ever realized.  But, Jason thought,
straightening up and moving again although walking this
time, that's all gone now.  Sean was undeniably straight, as
had just been proven, and Jason was undeniably . . . well,
not.  And Sean probably hated him.  And even if Sean did
have any . . . Jason didn't know, interest, or whatever,
he'd probably still back off because of fucking Fredo.
Fucking Fredo . . . where'd he even come from?!
     His straight hair was hanging down in his eyes, and
Jason shook it out of his face and looked at the black night
sky.  A cold breeze whipped around his head and chilled his
exposed neck, and then two freezing droplets hit his face.
They were followed by a deep, deep rumbling that came from
the direction of the lake, and Jason suddenly realized the
idiot that he was.  He was in Cape City, miles from his
home, walking around in inappropriate clothing for the
suddenly chill night, and without a wallet or cash.  For a
moment, he thought about going back to the Bellgraph's, but
then his mind turned, and a new thought entered it.
     I don't care.  I really don't care what happens to me,
he suddenly thought.  Tears pricked at his eyes again as
more rain began to wet his head and shoulders.  I just
really don't give a shit.  I need to go find someone to
fuck, that's what I need.  And maybe they'll take me home,
whatever, maybe not.  He scoffed at himself in his mind, and
felt suddenly relieved at his decision.  After all, its not
like anyone cares - he looked back up the road into the
darkness, and imagined everyone at the party probably having
a good laugh over his newly found . . . interests, and his
ridiculous exit.  Yeah, they're all laughing, he thought, so
fuck them.  He walked on.

***********************************

     "Hey, Sean, right?"  Sean, standing at the large living
room window with Greg, Dave, Jay, and Mike, turned to see
the lanky, skinny and elaborately dressed Fredo looking up
at him.
     "What", Sean snarled.
     "I was just wondering what happened, did I do something
to upset Jase - er - Jason - so much?"
      "Yeah, you fucking did.  Hey, your name's Fredo,
right?"
     "Yeah."
     "Well fuck you, Fredo."
     A pause.
     "Umm, thanks"  Sean, hoping to just insult the smaller
man and shove him off, suddenly wondered if he had any
information.  The five boys were in the living room walking
about forming a search party, but most of them, especially
Greg, were too drunk to really comprehend what had happened,
beyond "it-was-bad-and-where-is-Jase".  Sean had been
immediately blustery about going right after Jason, but a
nicely formed black eye had wounded his pride as well, so
Sean had instead just gotten the other guys awake and
together and hoped that someone would save Jason, and that
it wouldn't be him.  Now he turned to Fredo.
     "Where'd you come from?"
     "Home.  I was invited to this."
      "Okay - why?"  Fredo stammered and looked at the
ground.
    "Well, I . . . er . . . I wanted to come and hang out
with - with you guys.  Look, what were you talking about
with Jason in the bathroom?!"  Now Sean stammered, but only
for a second before regaining his cool.
     "Stuff.  Someone likes Jason, and because of you
busting in, ya fucking idiot, I think now Jase thinks it's
you.  I mean hell . . . he thought it was me."
     "Wait, the person that likes him is a guy?"
     "Well . . . yeah."
     "Who?"  Sean was on the verge of saying the name, when
it suddenly occurred to him who he was talking to.
     "Hey, fuck you, Fredo."

***********************************

     Jason tripped and stumbled for the third time since
finding his way out of the Gardens Acres development.  He
grumbled and took a careful step, then walked along the
rough shoulder of the narrow road.  It was pouring heavily
now, and his sweatshirt was soaked with pounds of water that
dragged down his shoulders and made him feel heavy and
clammy all over.  His sneakers and pants were spattered with
mud and debris, and his hands in his pockets were clenched
into fists as tightly as his hard jaw was clenched into a
grimace.  Cars went by occasionally, but if anyone noticed
him, they didn't show it on this deserted road.
    Once out of Gardens Acres, Jason had started walking
down the street in what he felt was the right direction
toward Cape City and the bus terminal, but he must have made
some kind of mistake because the road had just gotten
narrower and the trees thicker, and the houses sparser and
sparser.  Pure defiance kept him from turning around, mixed
with a little residual common sense that said backtracking
was a waste of time.  Mostly he kept thinking I don't care
what happens to me, and the worse the conditions got the
more he clenched his jaw and ran that destructive mantra
through his mind.
    So he didn't care when the road turned into one lane
and crossed a wooden bridge over a creek that was
overflowing with the incredible rain.  He didn't care when a
car passed him and slowed down, clearly wondering if he
needed help.  He didn't care when curious animal noises
started to get unsettlingly loud in the underbrush on either
side of the road.  And when he finally reached the border of
Cape City, he didn't care enough to read the entire sign
beyond the words "Cape City limits", or he would have seen
the smaller words "Now leaving" right above those he had
read.  Though it was in the fashionably treed, suburban,
open section of town, Gardens Acres was within the city
limits.  It was entirely dumb luck that Jason, in the dark
blustery night, happened to happen upon one of the few roads
going through Cape City Park, which was along the lakefront
adjacent to Gardens Acres, and heavily treed.  Civilization
wasn't too far away if he'd just veered away from the water.
But - Jason didn't care.
     He walked on farther and farther, getting gradually so
cold and sodden and tired that he couldn't stand it anymore
and finally broke down in tears again as he plodded on, just
because he had been so stupid.  Even if people were looking,
they'd never find him now in the middle of this rural place.
The terrain he was on had turned into a kind of bluff, with
the road built out from the side of a steep hill that
overlooked the lake.  Jason stopped for a moment and just
watched the calm lines of deep blue through the haze of
torrential rain.  Drops poured down the contours of his
hardened handsome face as he sadly looked across the road,
and then, seized with a sudden, wild thought to fit his wild
mood, he ironically looking both ways before crossing the
road, ran to the guardrail, and with hardly a moment of
hesitation, stood on it, judged the distance to miss the
rocky hill, and jumped as high and far as he could over the
edge.  There was a rocky slope going all the way down to a
sort of jetty, and then the churning waters of the lake.  He
looked down as he went over the edge, watching the rocks
gradually speed toward him, then closed his eyes and felt
the air whip up his nose and billow his sweatshirt out as he
tumbled through the air, sluicing through the airborne water
that he fell with.  He felt the bone crushing weight of the
air flying up around him as he sped faster and faster,
flipping around again and again until he finally hit
something, hard, on his back.  His first thought was that it
had broken, his second thought was to close his eyes
farther, and his third thought was lost to shock of the
freezing waters of Lake Erie closing over his head.

***********************************

     I've mentioned before that I'm not good at writing
stories.  I'm not good at saying things or expressing the
way people think, except for the thoughts that Jason had
during this time, and only then because he told me.  He and
I would talk often of these things, and as much as I want to
tell his story and do justice to his situation, I feel like
this section is going to have to lack.  Jason himself
doesn't know how the events after he tried to kill himself
happened, but he did tell me exactly how they began and
exactly how they ended, and I pledge to you, dear reader,
that I will be as true to Jason Colby's words as I can be,
so please excuse the abruptness of this next section.

***********************************

     Jason woke up.  Yes, Jason woke up, and groaned.  To
backtrack - Jason had felt the waters close around him so
fiercely and tense his muscles so quickly that he almost
hadn't even time to think.  But his one mission was done; he
was sinking to the bottom of the lake, slowly being
immobilized and asphyxiated by the same oppressive substance
that was now invading his raw nose.  He opened his mouth and
let out the breath he had instinctively taken before hitting
the water, and saw beautifully shimmering white bubbles
float upward through the stuff.  Then he took a deep breath
of water that filled him so completely that if it hadn't
been for the incredible icy chill inside his body, he would
have believed he was breathing air.  His lungs expelled the
water and he took another deep, long, icy breath.  Almost
immediately his thoughts had a kind of fuzzy, darkened
quality, and after one more breath, he gracefully and
quickly slipped unconscious.
     He realized all of this as he groggily awoke on his
back, spitting up water, clenching his eyes and rubbing his
chest in an attempt at warming his aching lungs.  He emitted
a long, low groan, and felt himself being lifted into a
sitting position, at which point he coughed up water so
consistently that he could have been vomiting it from a full
stomach rather than expelling it from his full lungs.  Jason
had no idea how long he'd been asleep, but he did know it
was a shock to be waking up when he thought he never would
again.  He figured if he was in any kind of good shape, then
he must have been pulled out of the lake almost immediately.
He wondered who was there.
     "Uuugh . . . Sean . . . ?"  Jason still had his eyes
shut as he rolled onto his flat stomach on the soft surface.
     "Sean?"  A curt crisp voice answered him, deep and
resonant, yet politely inquisitive.  Jason coughed up
another violent spat of water, and groaned as his lungs
burned with the effort.  Someone was rubbing his back, and
Jason realized that he was still drenched with the smelly
freezing water as the hand pushed Jason's soaking sweatshirt
around.
     "Sean, is that you . . .?"  Jason buried his face in
his hands and rubbed it hard as he struggled to breathe.
     "No, I'm sorry.  My name is William.  I found you, and
I wanted to help you."  Jason sputtered off the side of . .
. whatever he was on, and finally opened his eyes to the
dark, warm voice that was talking.
    The voice was coming from a man that stood very tall
over Jason.  The man had a warm, open smile and sparkling
blue eyes, and a face that somehow looked pink and fresh and
scrubbed though it was incredibly pale.  He had a kind of
shiny, rinsed quality about those well proportioned features
and thick black hair.  His cleft chin was clean shaven, and
his thick trimmed hair was long on top and parted on the
right although it hung nonchalantly over his honest face.
He smiled a warming, exciting smile and spoke again.
      "Who are you?"  Jason tried to answer, but began
coughing and choking again, and made some weak,
unintelligible motions to the man.  He continued, "Do you
want something to drink - er, sorry - to eat?  Do you - well
wait, let me get you comfortable."  And with that William
picked Jason up and carried him to what Jason vaguely saw
must be another room.  Jason felt weak and sick, and still
unpleasantly like he was choking and burning inside from all
the coughing.
     "You'll be alright", said William, seating Jason on a
flat surface of some sort and then tugging on the sodden
sweatshirt.  Jason immediately put up his hands and called
out, which bought on another coughing fit that brought up
another few dregs of water.  The man went back to work, and
put Jason's arms through the shirt as he coughed, and then
pulled it over Jason's head.  Jason was still wearing the
white wife beater, although now askew and torn across the
back.  His handsome tan arms ceased inhibiting the William
as he reached behind Jason and grabbed the long tear, then
tore the shirt open and pulled it over Jason's head as well.
Jason, still coughing, was slowly realizing that he didn't
mid this too awfully much, and as he sat there with his
developed pecs and flat stomach, watching this strange man
undo his belt, Jason suddenly felt taken care of and secure.
Jason coughed again, a little, and was finally able to
control his stinging eyes enough to look around the room.
     They were in a bathroom, an incredibly old fashioned
bathroom, which was dimly lit by flickering light of an
ancient bulb in an ancient sconce that hung over an ancient
marble topped sink.  The sink cabinet was paneled with some
beautiful dark wood that Jason didn't know, and the wood
continued as wainscot on the wall, and then as a beautifully
paneled tub surround on this wall, and a beautifully paneled
box that Jason was sitting on, and realized must have housed
the bowl of the toilet.  Almost at the ceiling, there was
another box paneled in matching wood that had a pull chain
hanging off of it like old-fashioned toilets did.  The floor
was completely oak parquet, and the walls were some light
colored embossed wallpaper.  In fact, aside from being
fairly dirty, it was a beautiful room.  There was a
beautifully leaded window at the end of the room, and Jason
could see through it that it was still dark out.  He could
hardly believe that so damn much had happened in one night.
     Jason finally turned back to the man, whom, he noticed,
was very handsome.  William had a kind of peaceful, honest
air about him that put Jason almost immediately at rest,
despite the fact he was lowering Jason's fly.  William's
clothes were generic and unimportant, a clean white button
down shirt and some grey dress pants.  His sleeves were
rolled up as he worked, and Jason could see the lines of
pale, but taut muscle in his forearms, and Jason realized
that the man's body, though hidden behind the loose-fitting
shirt, was very nicely proportioned.  The man stood Jason up
and pulled his pants off, and Jason was slightly embarrassed
to feel his dick get a slightly bit hard, and bounce a
little bit as the cloth of his pants cleared it.  He stepped
out of them and watched as the man went and turned off the
water in the bathtub, which Jason hadn't realized was
running.  The bath was full of water, and of some delicious
scent that made the bathroom feel warm and cozy.  William
was bent over the taps still, and Jason couldn't help but
feel his eyes travel up the man's back, from the narrow
waist up the pleasant V of his back to this prominent
shoulder blades.  He was tall too, almost as tall as Jason,
and actually, incredibly handsome.  The way his body moved,
the graceful way his long arms and legs moved as he walked,
the way his black hair fell at the nape of his neck . . .
this William was almost exactly was Jason had been looking
for in his desperation earlier.  Jason didn't know why he
suddenly wanted some guy to fuck, but he figured he needed
to get it out of his system.  He decided that despite the
niceties of the bath and the house, for Jason, this was a
piece of meat with a great place.  He'd play along.
     The man came back and gestured toward the bath.  "I
thought you might like it, you've had a night full of
hardship.  Now, I don't know if you  - that is - if I may -"
William was making gestures toward Jason's soaking boxers,
but Jason put up his hands and then bent over, pulling them
off himself.
     Jason stood there, pleasantly naked in front of this
strange man, and they clearly both liked it.  The lines of
Jason's developed chest and flat stomach stood out in the
dim light, and even more as Jason comfortably put his
handsome arms behind his head and stretched out his entire
body, deliberately making his chest ripple and his abs
appear under the little dark hairs that went down until they
blended into a rougher patch.  Jason was smiling amorously
at William; his youthful face in a tantalizing smirk, his
boyish good looks belied by the stubbled brown hairs on his
tan face that were the mark of his manhood.  His cock was
hanging low but clearly hardened by the whole experience of
being undressed, and as Jason ran his hands through the hair
on his abdomen, it was clearly growing.
     William was in almost complete shock.  His genuine
smile was again genuinely smiling, but now for a completely
different reason.  He couldn't help it, after a hundred
years you get a little horny - no!, he thought, not in front
of the boy, no clues about his . . . past . . . not yet.
William shifted uncomfortably, and couldn't help but look
down.  Jason's warm brown cock was the same as William had
remembered, long and wide and eager for the taking, hanging
there between those muscular legs covered with a little bit
of dark hair.  William couldn't help himself.  Looking Jason
in the face, William smiled again, and Jason melted.
William quietly turned, and, elated, waved for Jason to
follow him out the door.
     Black grime and green mold decorated the hallway that
they stepped into. Suddenly afraid, Jason turned to go back
but William looked him in the eyes again, and once more,
Jason melted and followed, acquiescent.  The hallway was
long and narrow, punctuated by the tall outlines of paneled
doors and transom windows, and as the bright, shiny outline
of William moved up the dank and filthy hallway, Jason
followed, feeling the unnaturally smooth skin of William's
hand in his, and the opposite feeling of disgustingly
squishy, lumpy, wet piles of rot on his bare feet.  They
finally got to the end of the hallway, which terminated in a
huge foyer with an elaborately carved wide and graceful
staircase turning upon itself in the corner up and down to
two other floors.  There were sizable chunks of stained
glass lying around the stairs, as if some window had
shattered and fallen into the house, and a few doors around
the perimeter of the foyer.
     William looked at Jason again, deep in his eyes, and
smiled that intoxicatingly fresh, alluring smile again.
They went through the far door in the foyer, and Jason found
himself in a bedroom.
    The room was dark and old, although well lit from the
numerous streetlights that shone in a bay window at the
front of the sizable room.  Everything here, too, was black
and decaying; curtains lay in rotted tatters on the floor,
upholstery had left, leaving the blackened frames of
serpentine furniture oddly silhouetted against the bright
light across the street, and piles of blackened wood were
clearly the remains of the fine, stately furniture that had
once decorated the room.
     There was a bed against the back wall and a dresser
with a recently well-cleaned mirror against the side wall,
but that was it.  The bed had obviously been in the same
state as the rest of the furniture, but intact blankets had
been spread across the black mattress, and brightly colored
sofa pillows had been set against the headboard.  Clearly
this house was in incredible disrepair, but someone had been
trying to make it livable by salvaging parts of surviving
furniture and creating a place to sleep.
     William stopped and turned to Jason, then turned again
and began removing his shirt.  As William pulled it off,
Jason could see the outline of a solid man with good
proportions and hardy muscle.  His chest was pale and
hairless, but his skin was incredibly clear and still gave
that impression of youthfulness, cleanliness and warmth.
The hair under his arms and below his navel was more of the
same straight, black shiny stuff, and his abs were well
defined and six little round sections that bent and flexed
so appealingly as William bent over and carefully, almost
religiously, placed his shirt on a carefully scrubbed
section of the floor.  His pants came off revealing solid
muscular legs and tight white briefs, which came off as
well.  William, now totally naked and with his well built
frame visible and presented, turned and smiled toward Jason
again.  Jason felt vaguely agitated at the room, and the
situation, but was all right with it when he felt the warmth
and peacefulness of William's smile.
     "You'll have to excuse me", William said in his
resonant, peaceful way, "I've just come back after a long
time away, and have yet to repair my home."  William's pale,
well-defined frame moved closer to Jason's brown, muscled
one.  "I hope this is all right", William continued, looking
into Jason's eyes, and moving closer.  Jason had been wrong;
they were exactly the same height.  William's eyes were
bright and shining, and clearly lit from within with
excitement.  He was in front of Jason now, with their hands
almost touching, and then, slowly, watching each other's
eyes the whole way, they both leaned in, shut their eyes,
and kissed.
     There was something amiss about this William guy, Jason
thought, but he was hot.  This wasn't like kissing Sean,
this wasn't like kissing Fredo; this was completely
different.  They were just pressing their lips together,
simply but sweetly, and Jason put his hands around William's
waist as William began feeling Jason's chest.  The little
crinkly hairs between Jason's firm lean pecs felt good
between William's fingers, just as the firm planes of muscle
in William's lower back were oddly comforting to Jason.
This was good; this was it; this was . . . this was right.
For both of them.  The kiss got harder as William's hands
ran further and further down Jason's front, and as Jason's
hands began moving vaguely up and down William's back.
     Just a piece of meat, Jason thought to himself, just a
piece of meat . . . except it wasn't.  William was so
tender, was so caring; came from such a position of love and
respect that Jason knew that wasn't what this was at all.
This was love, the way love was meant to be.  How William
could have such love, Jason didn't know, but the ferocity of
their lips and mouths as they explored each other's tongues
spoke of a deeper passion than a one-night stand.  This was
between two men that had to be with each other, had to know
each other as only two lovers could.  They gradually moved
backward, and sat, still kissing, and then laid on the bed.
     Jason spread his muscled arms out behind his head as he
lay on his back, and William had his hands planted firmly on
either side of the toned brown body underneath him.  Their
lips were working in overtime, savoring the taste of each
other; they were breathing the scents of each other, feeling
the contours of each other.  William's hair was lock by lock
falling out of its clean part and into his face, and with a
smile he tossed it back with a muscled arm, before exploring
a new part of Jason's chest.  As his first experience in
this position, Jason wasn't too sure what to do, but
instinct ruled that he wrap his legs around William's solid
waist, and he felt his rock-hard cock get pressed into
William's hard firm abs.  William started to kiss Jason less
passionately, but more firmly and lovingly now, as he guided
his hips against Jason's.  They enjoyed grinding their cocks
against one another for a moment, before William
repositioned himself a little bit farther back and Jason
felt a hot, engorged head suddenly slide right up onto his
rosebud.
     William grunted a little in an exerted way as he pushed
his hips forward, testing Jason, and Jason became less
interested in the kiss and started nervously panting as he
felt this alien pressure in his ass.  Jason opened his eyes,
and found William staring him in the face with his angular,
honest good looks.  William was smiling a protective,
reassuring smile, and Jason relaxed.  They started kissing
again as William pressed a little bit harder, and a little
bit harder, and finally felt the head of his thick cock pop
through Jason's barrier and sink into his warmth.  The kiss
began getting more furious again as William slowly slid his
hard shaft in Jason inch by inch, savoring the feeling of
Jason's warm tightness climbing to the base of his cock.
Finally, he was all the way in, and with his chest and abs
flexing with every movement, began pulling his cock almost
out, and reinserting it with long, slow strokes.  Jason
gradually relaxed as William warmed him up and stretched out
his unaccustomed muscles.  They lay there, with lean, long,
tan Jason spread out acceptingly on the bed and the defined
mass of pale but clear-skinned William lying perfectly in
the crook of Jason's form.  William's tongue rimmed the
outside of Jason's mouth as Jason savored the feeling;
parting his lips and closing his eyes.
     It was spectacular, he thought, to be laying there, in
a most exposed position to someone that warmed him to his
soul.  Jason began moving slightly in rhythm to William's
strokes, enjoying the ball of contentedness that was growing
in his stomach and augmenting the sensual contentedness that
came with William slowly filling him up, touching his soul,
engorging his penis.  Lips still intertwined, Jason began
moving more prominently with William, wrapping his legs
around the slightly smaller man and using his calves to pull
William father into his soft, tight, loving warmth.  Jason
began feeling the throbbing tip of William's shaft deep
inside of him, and wanted it to touch him harder.  They
began working toward this, with William pushing as far as he
could into Jason, and Jason pulling and clenching with so
much might that he audibly gasped after each sensual stroke.
Feeling William's head deep inside of him had made Jason
rock solid, and his nine inches were throbbing so unbearably
that there was a constant pulse squeezed between their flat
stomachs.
     William began feeling his cock slipping in and out of a
progressively tighter hole, as Jason caught on to how it was
done.  It was incredible to feel his head so far in the
bigger man as the soft, slightly hairy flesh of Jason's butt
hit the sensitive base of his dick at the height of each
stroke.  William began yearning for this more and more, and
slowly started a faster rhythm; this time enjoying the more
than-pleasant pressure on the sides of his swollen shaft
that Jason's hot ass was providing.  He still plunged deeply
into the other man, but now William was adding speed to the
mix.  Jason was slowly getting into an incredible mood;
William was rubbing the inside of his prostate with every
one of his increasingly fast strokes, and the pressure
combined with the sweat and motion of their hips rocking
together was slowly driving him to the brink.  William's
lips were more furiously working on Jason's, then slipping
down and sucking on Jason's neck and collarbone, then going
to the other side of the handsome young man's stubbled neck
and kissing and sucking the other side, all the while
filling him between the legs.  William was on his elbows on
the bed, with his round, flexed chest hovering just above
Jason's lean throbbing one.  With every deep stroke into
Jason's body, William would come down and breathe hard
through his nostrils, and his chest would sink and lay on
Jason's for a moment, each man feeling the hard masculine
pecs of the other one touching, eventually slamming,
together as they slammed together in a different direction
with each unbearably long, hard stroke.
     The heat was incredible as William's body, slightly
damp with sweat, flexed and pushed faster and faster into
Jason.  Their arms were going crazy, feeling and pinching
each other's erect nipples, feeling the lines between each
other's chests and the throbbing round abs in their stomachs
that became tight with each deep thrust.  William's hand
finally found Jason's cock being rubbed between their naval
hair, and wrapped his fingers around it, pumping the younger
man's swollen red shaft.  They were a throbbing, writhing
mass, with Jason's handsome, tan, square face gasping and
clenching with each satisfyingly passionate thrust of
William's thick dick, and William's clean cut, angular good
looks smiling his most deeply satisfied warm smile, while
his straight black hair hung down from the straight part in
all over his face.  They were looking right at each other,
and then both shut their eyes and touched their lips again.
William was thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster,
getting sweatier and sweatier as he ground his hot chest
into Jason's and squeezed Jason's cock between his hand and
their rolling flat stomachs.  Jason felt it was almost too
much, and finally began to pant louder after each of
William's thrusts.  He felt touched from his knees to his
nipples, as well as by the hot throbbing manly mass that was
William pumping into him.  Jason thought again, briefly, of
Sean's good looking symmetrical tan face and highlighted
spiked hair, and then of the black haired beauty that was
beginning to groan and emit sexual noises from the core of
his hard body right on top of him.  Jason frantically
stretched his feet and grabbed William by the toned arms as
he felt himself hitting the brink of his orgasm.  Welling up
from the feeling of throbbing fullness up his ass, Jason
felt the orgasm rock his penis as it throbbed harder and
harder, tighten his brown abs, flex his chest, and cause his
biceps to throb as he grabbed William's arms with all his
might and felt his chest constrict with this bubble of
pleasure than had risen through Jason's body and finally
burst out of his mouth in an incredible scream of pleasure
and triumph.  Another bubbled had welled up immediately
after the first, and another, even stronger one came as
Jason felt all this and grabbed onto William's arms and
clenched onto William's sliding manly cock as a huge white
gob shot out between their chests and was rubbed all over
both by the rocking, slapping action of their pectorals as
the men made love.  Another one, and another one, and
another one all shot out equally far as Jason felt William's
hand tighten around his engorged dick as it spilled its
load.  Jason's screams were augmented by William's now, and
as the well muscled man squeezed Jason's hot tense cock, he
began shuddering between Jason's legs as Jason felt the
head, once again stroking firmly and tightly right up into
he core of Jason, forced its manly lubrication out into
Jason's innards, filling that insatiable part of him with
William's juice as William, eyes closed and mouth open,
began stroking slower, but harder.  The thought of all that
stuff inside him made Jason shoot another, smaller load
between their flexed abs, as William continued to fill his
ass with his hard shaft.  Jason was gripping William, and
William was gripping the bed, lying on the broader man and
feeling both of them heave with exertion.  William's spent
cock was still hard and enjoying the warmth of Jason's tight
hole, but he pulled it out and just lay there, chest-tochest
with Jason, smiling a tired, but satisfied smile. Jason had
his eyes shut and his head back, and was breathing long and
hard through his nose, his hands still gripping William's
flexed arms.  William put his head down on Jason's sweaty
shoulder and Jason felt the thick, black hair brushing on
his cheek.  They were spent, they were warm, they were happy
- they were lovers.  Jason felt a kind of pleasure he'd
never felt before after sex; something warm and inviting
between his legs and all over his body, like he'd finally
come home.  The thought of the muscular masculine man
putting his head on Jason's shoulder in kind, affectionate
admiration would probably have made Jason hard again, he
realized, but he was just too tired.  They instinctively put
their arms around each other, and just like that, each one,
without ever speaking a word, fell asleep, feeling his lover
against him from head to toe.