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He had half a mind to track down the nearest black man and hump his brains out.
That would teach Taz to piss him off. Jaime was livid. He wondered if Taz would
smirk at that? A wild plan of cultivating some black sperm and putting it in the
skinhead’s food flew through his mind and was so funny, that it dissipated his
anger.
He would do none of it. Taz was an asshole, but that was part of the appeal. The
main consideration for Jaime was the sheer maleness of him. He was as far from
his feminine side as a man could be, and so, Jaime had to admit to himself, he
was perfect. Even if he had the maddening habit of appearing just when things
were fun.
Come to think of it though, having him amble over during that scene with JP,
Adam and the rest had been sort of cool. It was like a fuck you, acted out. I
don’t need you lightweights when there is a real man around.
The only fly in the ointment was Troy. It had only been two days, and already
Jaime knew the young skinhead would be the eventual downfall of his little
romance. One had to follow one’s instincts though, and Jaime’s told him that
eventually Taz would seriously piss him off and there would have to he the
obligatory revenge fuck with the other skinhead.
The whole internal conversation was old already. Everything was old already.
That could only mean he needed a mid-day nap. He had only been in the cell for a
few moments when Taz entered the cell. He was still smirking.
“Aww come on, you still mad?” Taz taunted, mimicking the caring spouse, “You
know I hate it when your mad.”
“What was that ‘mafia princess’ shit?” Jaime wanted to know, “What did you
hear?”
“Only that you got some important people looking out for ya.” Taz replied, still
with that smirk, as if he halfway believed it and halfway didn’t care.
“Yeah well everybody knows somebody right?” Jaime said
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Taz sounded friendly, but his smirk had disappeared and he
took a menacing step toward Jaime, “But I will tell you this. I aint gonna bow
and scrape to your eye- talian greasy ass. Unlike the rest of the movie-going
public, I don’t idolize your ‘important people’ I think they are a virus on
society like the niggers and Jews.”
“What are you running for Mayor of the trailer park? I don’t care about your
stupid politics.” Jaime turned toward the wall dismissively “save your speeches
for the plebes.”
Taz had no idea what a ‘plebe’ was, but knew an insult when he heard it. He had
ceased to find Jaime amusing. He grabbed the cocksucker by the back of the neck,
intending to shake him until his teeth rattled
Jaime turned around and spit in his face, and the battle was on. Jaime attempted
to strike out at Taz, but did nothing but make him laugh. Like the older brother
teasing the younger, Taz pinned both of Jaime’s arms down.
“What are ya gonna do now princess?” he laughed, “command some goon to make me
sleep with the fishes?” Taz might have been angry at the start, but now he felt
totally different. He also felt his third raging hardon of the day pulsating in
his jeans. This kid was too much.
Jaime was scarlet from trying to wrestle away, but wasn’t quite as annoyed as
before. He laughed, “Put a horse head in your bed. Burn the trailer down to the
ground,”
He had instantly been brought back to childhood, but unlike what had happened
with officer Dinkins, this was not upsetting. It was wildly erotic, bringing to
mind the early sexual awakening he had felt wrestling with his older cousins.
“Burn my trailer? But what about dear old aunt Hattie?” Taz continued the game,
using much will not to fuck him and be done with it.
“She’s a goner,” Jaime laughed as Taz started to tickle him just a bit. “Stop!
HA HA!”
Again it was not disturbing, but made him feel free and wild. This was unlike
most male contact Jamie had where he was firmly in control of every detail, this
was a total blank page.
Without thinking, Taz found himself kissing Jaime long and hard. It felt good.
For that moment it did not matter that Jaime was a male, or queer. It was a wild
impulse that he did not regret for a second.
He had his arms around Jaime’s back in a tight hug. Jaime took this moment to
return the tickling favor and would never forget the hard feel of Taz’s muscular
side as he grabbed with both hands.
Taz jumped off laughing, threw off his shirt and before either of them knew it
they were stark naked and going at it like a couple of newlyweds. The sex was
hard, primal and real. It was a connection the likes of which neither had felt
with another human before.
He fucked Jaime as if he hadn’t gotten off in months, let alone an hour. He
fucked Jaime like a virgin with a time limit. It fierce from both ends as if
they were afraid that the moment was a once-in-a-lifetime thing and they would
never have it again.
There was kissing, but not of the romantic kind. There was love but not by any
societal definition. It didn’t change their basic natures, each was there for
their own selfish reasons, but it did forever change their dynamic.
Two people can never go back when they have, if they have ever been so lucky,
gotten to this place. Sweat pored from their bodies as they slammed together and
took as much from the other as was possible and then took more.
Jaime’s hands ran all over Taz’s body and was rewarded with sweaty hard muscle
wherever his hands landed. If Jaime had designed Taz himself to fit his every
fantasy he could not have come up with a better result. Where he would have
wished to find hard muscle, he found it. Hairy legs had always been a major turn
on, and Taz had just the right amount of it and in the right places.
Much of Jaime’s sex was not about the physical pleasure but the strategy, but
strategy had nothing to do with this.
Taz had never been with a person that could handle the full throttle lost buried
within him. To be sure he had roughly fucked many people, willing females and
unwilling males included, but he had never totally let go.
There had always been lines drawn. With the women, of course he didn’t want to
hurt them, and so couldn’t be as rough. With the poor unfortunate souls he had
raped in prison there was no limit to the roughness, but there would be no
affection at all. Certainly he would not be biting their shoulder as he was now
doing with Jaime, unless it was to threaten.
At this moment there were no lines. Taz did not have to watch any of his
actions. Frankly he didn’t give a royal fuck about convention. Not when sex was
this good. It was more than sex. It was a main event. A combination of physical
workout, mental exercise and total body release.
Every single part of his body and mind was involved. It was as close to the
cleansing experience of crying that Taz could have.
And then the orgasms came. For Taz, the orgasm in the shower had been the most
powerful of his life. The mad jerk off session of earlier in the afternoon a
close second. But the orgasm that he then had with Jaime, at 4:15 in the
afternoon put the others to shame.
The absolute power of it almost knocked him out cold. He felt like it would
never end. As if he was losing an organ or part of his soul in the mix. He
didn’t care.
It was similar for Jaime. He had an outrageous orgasm at the site of Taz’ face
while the skinhead was ejaculating. He would never forget that look. He was
momentarily afraid that he might have killed the guy. That power made him weak
with satisfaction.
When it was over, there was an ocean of drying sperm everywhere, and they both
were asleep in seconds. They wouldn’t wake until a shocked Troy and Jet returned
to the cell much later.
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