Lost At Sea - Plebeian Mating Ritual

Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have.
-unknown
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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.