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