Jake (Part Five)
The two young men looked at each other intensely for a second. One was drunk out of his mind and slouching on the lounge chair. The other was sitting on an old wooden chair, slightly sober than the other guy, he started to feel nervous.
"Are you calling me a fag, Baton Rouge boy?" Gavin said.
"I ain't calling you anything, man," Jake replied.
"What are you tryin' to say..boyyy." Gavin began to slur his words. "What the fuck, boy, drink up your beer boyyyy."
Jake's nervousness was weird for him, his heart punding heavily. All he could think of was the beer bottle Gavin was holding. He could smell the bear. He tasted the beer- with his own bottle.
The room was damp now. In the heat, both men sweat profusely. Their armpits started to become wet. Jake saw the sweat rolling down Gavin's face, he was smiling. It seemed that he had a face made for smiling. He looked weird when he closed his mouth, snobbish even. But when he smiled, Gavin's face lit up. He took off his Justin Timberlake hat. It was damp too.
Jake had no problem with damp armpits. The first bodypart that would sweat was his back. If he was shirtless , his back would be Niagara Falls by now.
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He kept thrusting her with his bodyweight now totally on top of her. He moved back a bit to side of the bed, bringing her along, still being inside her.
He was now standing. He pounded her even harder. She was holding on to her breasts which were shaking madly. Her blonde hair was all over the place, so she used her fingers to smoothen and straighten her hair. Her lipstick was all smudged. He kissed her again. Big broad french kisses. His toungue caressing hers. They were locked in embrace.
They stopped kissing, and he lifted his torso up. He looked down at her, still thrusting it inside her.
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The two young men looked at each other intensely for a second. One was drunk out of his mind and slouching on the lounge chair. The other was sitting on an old wooden chair, slightly sober than the other guy, he started to feel nervous.
"Are you calling me a fag, Baton Rouge boy?" Gavin said.
"I ain't calling you anything, man," Jake replied.
"What are you tryin' to say..boyyy." Gavin began to slur his words. "What the fuck, boy, drink up your beer boyyyy."
Jake's nervousness was weird for him, his heart punding heavily. All he could think of was the beer bottle Gavin was holding. He could smell the bear. He tasted the beer- with his own bottle.
The room was damp now. In the heat, both men sweat profusely. Their armpits started to become wet. Jake saw the sweat rolling down Gavin's face, he was smiling. It seemed that he had a face made for smiling. He looked weird when he closed his mouth, snobbish even. But when he smiled, Gavin's face lit up. He took off his Justin Timberlake hat. It was damp too.
Jake had no problem with damp armpits. The first bodypart that would sweat was his back. If he was shirtless , his back would be Niagara Falls by now.
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He kept thrusting her with his bodyweight now totally on top of her. He moved back a bit to side of the bed, bringing her along, still being inside her.
He was now standing. He pounded her even harder. She was holding on to her breasts which were shaking madly. Her blonde hair was all over the place, so she used her fingers to smoothen and straighten her hair. Her lipstick was all smudged. He kissed her again. Big broad french kisses. His toungue caressing hers. They were locked in embrace.
They stopped kissing, and he lifted his torso up. He looked down at her, still thrusting it inside her.
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