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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.