Jason's Appomattox, Chapter 2
Copyright 1999 by Abuck50@aol.com
Disclaimer: This is a fictional, multi-part story about two adult males, one black and one white, who develop a relationship and engage in homosexual sexual activity which is described explicitly. No real persons are depicted or described. The author welcomes comments and constructive criticism.
Chapter 1 can be found in gay/beginnings and gay/interracial sections of the Nifty Archive.
Chapter 2
A low "chuukuung" reverberated through the massive warehouse just after the yellow beacons and the warning horn announced that the long three-story racks were starting to move.
An opening appeared between two of them about a third of the way down while the rest of the stacks on either side slid together on steel tracks, like the folds of a massive accordion stretching open at one place and squeezing together everywhere else to make room. Jason watched from his curved glass booth hanging out into the warehouse, centered up on the second story. He kept his palm resting on the bright red saucer sized button that could stop the rolling racks instantly and glanced down now and then to keep track of the process on the computer screens curving around his console. Another low "thung" resonated through the floor when the racks at each end squeezed together and stopped, opening up the corridor between 11 and 12. The light in the emergency stop button shifted over to the green one beside it. Jason slid his hand over and pressed it, activating the robotic fork lift that the computer sent along the wires buried in a channel in the floor, over to corridor K, down the isle about fifteen yards. It reached up to the fourth level and slid out a pallet of big cardboard barrels and took it over to a thick conveyor belt that ran through a square tunnel into the plant next door. The computer screen in the center automatically scrolled up the next order from Manufacturing. Hell of a place for a guy who wanted to teach English. But a hell of a job, too: good pay, great benefits, kind of interesting, and he was the only one in his family who didn't work at something that wanted to kill him. The suits were in town from corporate taking a customer on a tour. He knew that they liked to do that when he was on duty.
They showed him off. He was a good looking man with a confident natural kind of athletic rhythm in the way he controlled the immense computerized system, well spoken and smarter than his age, and--they thought they were hot--he was black. Jason played his role, another act, another job that They had for him to do. He calmly explained how it worked as they stood around behind him, glancing up for only a second at first and then never letting his eyes leave his cockpit and the huge gliding racks and robots that he controlled. He interrupted himself mid-sentence now and then to concentrate on something. The plant manager always had this stupid proud-little-boy smile on his fat face when he brought visitors in. And he seemed to want to pat Jason on his shoulder as they left, to thank him for doing it so well again and making them look so good. But he just said "Thank you, Jason" and caught his hand and held it back. Jason figured that he was afraid that "good boy" might slip out. Jason looked at something on the console and said "Yes sir" as he saw himself grabbing the guy by the sides of his head and saying softly, Asshole! Jason punched the gas pedal several times and felt his Camero roar up around him when he cranked it up to leave for the day, incinerating something--just It--and blasting it out of his tailpipe. He started on a short trip that might as well be a flight deep into the Great Orion Nebula. It was time to go home, the other world of Ballard's Crossing, and stare again clear-eyed at the other end of the string of contradictions that made up his life. The transition from Atlanta to the county was sort and ugly. He didn't go by the apartment but did go through the same kind of old commercial decay nearby, through a flea-market of old retail stores, some junky wood and tin buildings around a railroad district, a few still in use. The area was like the scab of an old wound on Atlanta that wouldn't ever heal, still being pricked by what was on the outside of it. Sway-backed old white-gray wood houses and crooked barns, half-dead fields, abandoned gas stations with the
pumps missing, and along the road old stores that should have closed years ago but hung on because they wouldn't let go or were too tired to close up. It was one of the black slices of the county that sat out there and would not go the hell away for all of Atlanta's trying to ignore it and what it recalled. Sweep around forty degrees and head out another way and you were in one of the new white suburbs that not only recalled the past but would just as soon get back to it and tried. It was not clear which one embarrassed Atlanta more. Jason drove further into another time as his mind rummaged around in its own collection of conflicts. Young white teens wanted to be cool so they tried to act black. Young blacks didn't like Soul because black back then wasn't cool at all. And he glanced off of some of his own. Never really trusting any white man but wanting to astonish and amaze them to make them need him. Being as beautiful as black gets and wanting to teach--English! The little clusters of old houses and broken out-buildings were stuck out in clumps of trees on the dirty fields. They started to give way to empty store-fronts and warehouses pulled up to the highway. It ended up Ballard's Crossing, where the wagons full of cotton used to come to meet the train. Over the set of three tracks, left, about two miles down asphalt that was poured fifty years ago and never patched, and then down a dirt road between two fences he was home. He pulled the Camero around and under the big hickory tree off to the side of the house, turned it off and sat there for moment, staring over the dusty hood of his shiny silver car at the jumble of gray clapboard walls of the house and the four additions that had been nailed onto it over the years. Once he went in he would be all the way back. Jason could afford to live in town, and did stay at the apartment sometimes even with Keith didn't come over. But there was just his mother and her mother there now, plenty of room for them and the kin that came by. He was not ready to leave them behind but he had wanted to leave that place forever. He went on inside, down the center hall--his grandmother was sleeping and his mother was still working--and back to a big room stuck on the back that was his, connected to the rest of the house but outside of it. He slung himself down in his bed, cupped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
Keith walked into the gym and past the stair-steppers and saw that all of the regular types were there. Miss Skeletal Thing in Spandex that was way too fancy and too tight over skin that was even tighter, looking grim and bored, showing exertion only when her left eyebrow arched up, annoyed, but never, never sweating. A forty-something man who walked on the balls of his feet and rocked back and forth in a bad imitation of manly. Two guys in the aerobics class throwing their hands out, one looking like he was shoving a mugger away, the other like he was flipping flowers with an apron. An old jock who actually believed that no one saw him looking at himself in the mirror, and didn't realize that he let his belly out when he looked away. The pony-tailed college girls who could simultaneously ride a bicycle, listen to headphones, watch TV and check their mutual funds in the newspaper. And the usual collection of baseball caps worn front and back on boys and men who wanted to be. As he walked around the free-standing line of lockers to the third row he turned sideways to slide by another man coming around the corner--Jesus! Keith tried to sneak a glance at his backside through the mirror at the end of the locker room as the man went on out to the gym, then followed him out there as soon as he could. It was hard not to look at him but Keith used all the tricks...all the angles of the mirrors, walking by him as he cooled off after finishing a workout machine, finally asking if he could work in on another one. The guy was somewhere around Keith's age, maybe a little older, taller too with a hint of whiskers under his skin, in great shape and clear-eyed like someone who is secure with who they are and what they do, professional--the pager said probably a young doctor. There were no hints about whether he was gay or not. There was no question about whether he was a man, however, with the confident gracefulness that is the essence of a real one. This was the first time in a long time that Keith had been turned on by another man. Keith stopped going out after he and Jason met and started their secret life. There was no need. It was too good with Jason, about perfect, to risk or give up, any of it: the sex, the man or the secrecy. But this guy--he could tell and they hadn't even met--had some of the qualities that turned him on about Jason. A fluid athleticism: muscles, bone and mind all working seamlessly together. That kind of calmness that says there's no question that I'm in charge but I'm a good guy, too. Powerful enough to have his way, nice enough to want to make you happy. An old troll crawled up out of Keith's belly. If he ever decided that he could risk telling his folks, this was the kind of guy he could try to take home. Man, his father would really like him. You can tell that he knows football and cars and reads good stuff and keeps up with what's going on the in the world, probably ran track in school. If he has kids he's great with them. Everybody asks his advice and listens when he gives it; he's good at what he does and makes good money at it. The troll elbowed him hard from inside. And he's white. Keith was a couple of machines over from the man. He turned away to rest and looked through the tangle of machines over to the mirrored wall and back through the machines again at the man just behind him. He was there but not there, lost now deep in the forest of white and silver bent metal. But he saw his own face clearly. It was flat and empty. He went on over to the corner to the free-weights area, away from the machines and the man. As he sat on a bench and stared into the weight rack a darkness flowed around each side of his head and closed in over his face, and he could only see Jason towering over him, his long muscular body wrapped in beautiful dark skin and Jason's face looming behind and staring through the image of his own body with its hypnotic mix of serenity and power. Jason was a force that pushed and pulled, that threatened everything that Keith thought he was supposed to be but that offered a kind of risky liberation too, that made him feel strong and alive but would also make him dissolve and disappear if he got too close. Maybe Jason pulls at him because he threatens. Maybe knowing Jason is a way to get somewhere else, or at least out of this place, something Keith wanted but didn't understand and wasn't sure that he deserved. Keith shut it down. He didn't like thinking about it. It came at him now and then and he always shut it down when it got too close. He pushed the whys back and thought just about Jason. He needed Jason's power and he gave into it again, hunched over on the bench resting his forearms on his thighs. As a rivulet of sweat crawled down the cut through the center of his chest his vision emerged through the dark and the gym materialized around him. The image of Jason that had been looking at him had somehow moved around behind him now and stepped into Keith himself, filling him up inside, their bodies sharing the same space as Keith felt again Jason's magic fill every muscle and sinew of his body. Keith picked up the dumbbells at his feet and laid back on the bench, raising the weights together up over his chest and then slowly bringing them down and out to the side, as they went down feeling the muscles of his arms and his chest tighten and stretch at the same time, feeling his stomach and his butt tighten to hold his back down and his crotch and thighs send some of their strength flowing up into his chest to hold the weights out to the side, hard and still and heavy and tight like a flying iron cross, pause for a moment and then send them slowly back up, his eyes closed, pursing his lips to peel off some of the energy of the long breath pushing out between them, feeling every muscle in his torso celebrate strength that felt endless as the two dumbbells slowly approached each other and paused but never touched. And then again, slowly pulling them down against his own strength holding them up. As he repeated the exercise Jason's presence inside of him grew stronger and clearer, not one body inside the other now but mixed, like fluids washed together into a new one.
Jason told his mother the next morning that he was going to stay in town that weekend. It was a quiet day since the plant was cleaning up from one process and getting ready to start another one. The warehouse spent that time on inventory and restocking. Pretty standard stuff so it was an easy day. Toward the end one of the robot forklifts kept getting stuck as it tried to turn into the aisles. It meant calling the techies and that meant waiting three and a half hours while they tore the forklift apart and the cable channel up. Jason didn't have a night-shift replacement that Friday because the warehouse would be down for a complete diagnostic check over the weekend.
So he had to wait to close down the operating system. He looked at the clock and figured that Keith had already been at the apartment for about an hour. Each one knew that the other couldn't call so Keith would wait and start to fix something to eat if it got too late. This didn't happen often but when it did it was a big mess.
Jason got almost as mad as he waited for one of the tech supervisors to come up and ask him what he had done as he did when it happened. It did. Jason's logs showed clearly, once again, that everything had been done right. Then Jason had to sit there and watch and wonder what they were saying. And why he was here or cared or ought to see Keith tonight or ever. As he sat there everything in him--his passion and his strength, all of his anger and pride, and the scattered pieces of what could have been a dream--evaporated and left him still and empty and no longer real. He drove over toward Butler Avenue later that night but it wasn't him driving the car. He was part of it, another mechanical component that made it work. It was almost ten. The only thing that crept up in his mind was that maybe Keith wouldn't be there. He could turn the lights out...but he was there now and Keith's car was there too. As Jason got close to the door he smelled Keith's dinner and it woke a little part of him up. At the moment he turned the knob he realized that he had no idea whether he wanted to but that he had to now. The heavy warm smell of onions cooked in butter hung in the room. The lights were all turned down and Keith was behind the kitchen bar doing something in the sink. His head snapped over when Jason walked in. Jason looked at Keith and saw everything in the room at the same time. Low glowing lamps spread a golden wash of satin light around some parts of the room and over the corners and ends of the soft brown leather furniture. The light hung low in the room under a dark ceiling. Jason stared for a moment as he closed the door. Keith relaxed when he saw that it was Jason. His head fell a little to one side, his eyes widened softly, his mouth spread into a little flat smile, and Keith was transformed again from military man into little boy, big and strong and sweet and tender. A sharp breath shot out of Jason's nose as he saw what he had seen in the bar months ago, a strong man's body holding up the face of this little boy who was looking at him hopefully through the dark He closed the door. His face showed nothing. He walked through the room's amber darkness, around the bar and over to Keith who slid the towel he was holding over onto the counter. Keith looked a little afraid. Neither one said anything. Jason reached up and grabbed Keith's jaw from underneath with his right hand and held it, tight, staring into his eyes, put his other hand on Keith's chest and pushed him gently back against the wall, then folded that arm over Keith's forehead and pushed his head into the wall and kissed him hard and deep. Keith felt one kind of energy flow down and pool somewhere below him and another kind rise up and fill his body. His hands swung out to the sides, palms flat against the wall as his body arched out to touch Jason's. Jason pulled his mouth back, holding his face an inch from Keith's, stared into his eyes, and kissed him again, twisting his head and mouth looking for a deeper place as his tongue slid into Keith's throat. The arm across Keith's forehead slid down behind his neck. Jason pulled his head back and let go of Keith's jaw and that arm went down under Keith's crotch and arched up behind it. Jason picked Keith up and held him across his own body as Keith reached around with one hand to grab onto the back of Jason's neck. Jason carried Keith over to the leather sofa. He stood Keith up in front of him, reached down and slid Keith's sweatshirt up and over as Keith raised his arms then let them fall at his side. Jason unsnapped Keith's jeans and knelt as he slid them and his shorts down, cupped a hand behind each shoe and took it off, raked his socks off and pulled the jeans over each foot and off to the side. Jason stood up and looked at Keith standing there, his tight white skin softly golden on one side from the low light and almost disappearing into the darkness on the other, the light drifting over his body highlighting his hard cut muscles more than usual. Keith's dick was swollen and soft and jerked a little when Jason looked down over it, then back up and into Keith's eyes as he unbuttoned his own shirt and swung it out wide open revealing his powerful black chest, flexing even more tight and hard as his arms swung around back and he pulled one sleeve and then the other off and dropped it. Jason took his pants off standing up, bringing one knee up high then the other, letting his shoes and socks fall before pulling his pants down over each leg. They stood naked in front of each other and Jason slowly brought up each of his hands out in front of his shoulders and held them there and Keith followed, touching finger to finger and staring at each other. Jason moved his hands out to the side and spread his arms wide as Keith's followed each finger tip, and as their chests touched they each felt hard through soft. As Jason's long powerful arms reached their full length the tips of Keith's fingers were left behind and they traced back in the length of each of Jason's fingers and over his palms. Jason turned his palms up and flexed and arched his arms up slightly as Keith brought his hands down Jason's hard forearms and over his thick long biceps and held them there. Keith brought his hands on in and cupped them around Jason's neck, turned the two of them around, and sat Jason down on the sofa as Keith went down to his knees on the floor in front of him. Jason's wide dark brown muscles unfolded into the lighter brown leather as his hands spread out on each side over the cushions. Keith sat back on his heels in front of Jason and between his knees. One flowed up into the other, the hard sharp V of Keith's ivory torso coming up from the floor and into Jason's dark hard body flaring out up above it. Keith leaned forward and up on his knees and let his crotch rest against the bottom of the sofa, inside Jason's legs. He reached up very softly with one hard and touched the side of Jason's face and traced the angle of his jaw with three fingers while they stared silently somewhere into each other in a way that made each of them know that they were both looking for something that they hoped was there. Keith slid his hand off of Jason's jaw and brought his other hand up to float both of them on their fingertips slowly over Jason's wide chest, closed his eyes and bent down slowly as his hands sunk down flat onto Jason's pecs, kissed Jason's stomach and with his arms still stretched up over Jason's body laid his head on its side in the hard folds of his belly, bowing to Jason to pray for something that he could not name. Jason brought his hands over and rubbed them slowly over Keith's head and ran his fingers through his fine soft hair, wrapped each of his hands around half of Keith's head and held it. Keith's hands fell down off of Jason's chest and slid behind to wrap around Jason's waist and held on. Keith looked up after a few moments and looked at Jason looking at him. Keith took Jason's swollen but still soft cock in one hand and fed it into his mouth, slowly and easily pulling it down his throat and holding it down in his chest, sucking and milking it as it began to harden and stiffen. Keith twisted his mouth slowly around Jason's dick and began a gentle rhythm back and in, down on Jason's cock as his fingers brushed the bottom of Jason's balls. The great black cock surged out long and wide and stiff and pushed hard against Keith's throat. As soon as he felt it hard he backed off, reached up to Jason's shoulder with one hand and pulled himself up, put one foot then the other up on the edge of the sofa, hunching up over Jason's hard dick and holding onto his neck with one hand. Keith spit in his free hand and reached back and wiped it up his ass, took Jason's dick and pointed it at his hole and rested it there, outside, hard and wide. Keith looked in to Jason's eyes and let him know with his that this was his gift, his offering. Jason spread both arms out to the side over the back of the sofa and let his head fall back over it, arching his magnificent body and stretching his rib cage up through his silky flesh and muscle as Keith let the long muscles of his legs start to relax, and Jason's dick head pressed hard against his hole until he felt it sting. Keith wound up his stomach tight and then pushed the force he had gathered inside hard down into his ass, and let his full weight fall as his legs guided him down all the way down onto Jason's dick. His mouth and eyes flew open wide and his head fell back in a strangled scream. Jason's hard dick was a log stuck up into Keith, pressing everything inside of him up and out as Keith sat on it, still, feeling the wide heavy shaft up in him and nothing else in the world. Keith curled his body forward and rolled up with his head down against Jason's chest, stuck up on Jason's dick as he held on hard to keep it up there and relax his ass all the way, feeling the pain in his ass give way to a hard dullness in his hips and belly. Keith raised his head and looked at Jason, slung back with his eyes closed and his mouth open, his great black body stretched out wide with its wings out wider still. He put his hands on the sofa back on each side of Jason to steady himself. Keith's legs lifted slowly until the skin in his ass let loose of Jason's dick and it started to slide as Keith rose up half way and then back down, up and back down, a little further now, up and back down, real slow, up and back down breathing in and out as he did, watching Jason's chest heave and fall with his ride. He came up higher and went down deeper and started a slow but definite rhythm thrusting down on Jason's dick, rising softly and falling down on the hard wide dick. Jason's head started turning slowly back and forth, his eyes still closed, his breathing deeper and his hips stiffening but not quite thrusting up as Keith thrust his ass down on his dick, Jason rocking his hips down into the sofa and back up as Keith rode his dick. Keith bent over and kissed Jason on one nipple and then the other as he used his ass to softly massage Jason's dick and used that dick to massage the inside of his ass. Jason rolled his head down and half opened his eyes and looked at Keith's light sculptured body flex and tighten as he rode up and down on his dick. Keith had his eyes closed and a smile on his face and let his head swing easily down and back and forth as he made love to Jason's cock. Jason watched him, unseen, for several moments, caressing his dick with everything that Keith had inside of him. A force welled up inside of Jason that overwhelmed everything else and he reached down with both arms and pulled Keith into his torso, slid one hand behind Keith's back, rolled to the side and rolled Keith over on his back on the sofa, Jason's left knee on the cushion beside him, his right foot on the floor, and he held this thick dick down inside Keith hard and deep. Keith's arms flew up over his head and stretched out over the cushions and his head pushed back into the soft leather. Jason took up the rhythm, rocking his dick easily down in to Keith's ass, slowly and softly until he felt Keith's asshole disappear into the black wet heat all around his cock. When Keith was completely limp, Jason reached under his shoulders with both hands, lifted him up, slid him up and rested the small of his back on the back of the sofa. Jason brought both knees up on the sofa up under Keith's ass and sat Keith down on his dick and his thighs with Keith's legs wrapped around Jason. Keith came to as the soft golden light traced and lit the muscles down his front that tightened and bulged as he sat up on Jason's dick and looked at Jason kneeling there with his dick up his ass. Keith reached up to hold Jason's face in both hands as Jason rocked his dick slowly up into Keith's ass. Jason let Keith guide his face down and onto his mouth and they kissed long and keep and Jason rocked up into Keith's soft wet ass. Keith broke off the kiss and let his head and back fall over the sofa back as he let all of his being flow down inside his body and flood his ass and Jason's dick. Keith's legs rose up slowly and hooked themselves in the air beside Jason's torso, held there by the leaf-springs of his belly, while Jason started to fuck, started thrusting harder in Keith's ass, in all the way, hitting his wall pushing it deep into Keith's ass, a little faster, in his ass as he watched the beautiful body in front of him with its hard and soft, tight and loose muscles everywhere, waves flowing through his body with each thrust of Jason's dick. Jason planted his hard dick down inside Keith's ass and held it there for a moment and waited for Keith's breathing to calm a little, then reached across and grabbed Keith's other shoulder and slid slightly sideways as he turned Keith over on his chest and draped his head over the back of the sofa. Jason leaned forward and wrapped his hot wet body over Keith's back, slid his arms around and under Keith's chest and held him hard and strong, Jason kneeling into Keith kneeling on the sofa, and fucked Keith from behind with his dick and his whole body arching and crunching up into Keith's ass and against his body, a rhythm rising up and up into Keith's ass as Keith's head hung over the sofa back lifeless, his spittle drooling out of his open mouth onto the floor below. Keith was gone. He was nothing but his ass and it was a black inferno incinerating everything in him until there was nothing more. Jason couldn't get close enough to Keith or far enough up inside him. His arms slid all over Keith's body, a wrestler searching for and trying one purchase after another, looking for one that would let Jason pull him closer, pressing his chest down harder on Keith's back, wrapping his belly and thighs tighter around Keith's ass, crunching up harder and tighter as he rocked his cock up in Keith's ass. Jason's frenzy took over and as he tried to change his angle to get in deeper he pushed Keith sideways along the back of the sofa and then down on his side, one of Keith's leg cocked up under him on one side while Jason took the leg on top and stretched it up and over Keith until Keith's foot was down by his head, his butt and asshole spread so wide that any further and it would start to tare. Jason pushed himself up and looked down, looking down his own tight body, watching his wide thick wet black dick glisten in down slow and back and into Keith's pink and white ass again. Keith's head pushed back down in the corner of the leather sofa so that just his mouth and chin were visible. Jason let go of Keith's ankle and let his dark dense body fall down closer to him, and felt Keith turn a little each time he rocked his cock down his ass, Keith twisting under and against Jason with each thrust until Keith was on his back with both legs running straight up between Jason's shoulders and his own. Jason used his whole body in great muscular spasms to fuck him, crunching his body in wild violent jerks all around Keith as he thrust his cock in hard, his arms wrapped around Keith's back pulling him into Jason's chest. Short hard grunts started blasting out of Jason's chest rising up and up until every muscle in Jason jerked hard and tight as Jason hollered from down in his belly and shoved his swollen dick hard down in Keith's ass and shot his long thick load, held it down in there and shot again, pumped back and shot as it slid back in...and breathed in hard and deep as his head jerked up and fell back down on top of Keith's chest and came again. What little there was left of Keith crept down to his asshole and gathered up together and by itself squeezed Jason's hard and heavy dick, let it loose and squeezed harder, again, and again, until another load came running softly out and Jason's body jerked tight around Keith's and relaxed again. They stayed there, each one trying to breathe, each twisting his head for air that was not so hot and wet, their faces sliding against each others and over the wet brown leather. After a few moments Jason groaned and started to straighten his legs and slide them down the sofa. He stretched out on top of Keith, whose ass was still curled up enough to keep Jason's dick inside, his legs flopped over the small of Jason's back. They laid there, breathing heavy, inert, Jason's soft thick dick lying up inside of Keith's ass, Keith's face looking up, Jason's face beside his buried in the slick leather below him. Jason felt Keith's jaw work against his neck as Keith reached for air with his mouth. Then Jason felt water run down against his face and then again. He raised his head up to smile at this sweaty mess underneath him, but Keith was crying, with his eyes shut, quiet tears running out of the corner of each eye down into his ears, his mouth half open in half a smile. Jason's hands burrowed down under and around Keith's back, wrapped him up and pulled them together as Jason buried his face down in Keith's shoulder and let his body flow over and onto Keith's beneath him. Keith let his legs fall slowly down, sliding around Jason's ass and thighs, and as he did Jason's dick pried out of his ass so loose that neither one of them felt the head slip out. Jason reached out with each of his legs to gather Keith's legs up in between them and wrapped each of Keith's arms up inside the hold that Jason had around Keith's chest. Jason wanted to pull all of Keith on up inside him, to let his big hard body sink down over Keith and cover and consume him completely. Keith wanted it even more. They laid that way until they went to sleep, each thinking into the dark that they could never be separated.
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