Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2002 09:50:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Mr. Jerome Moir <man_at_work_us@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rendezvous with Jayson - Part II

Disclaimer: The following story contained description of explicit sexual
contact between two gay men.  This is a true story.  Only the names have
been changed to protect the satisfied.  If you are under 18 or is turned
off by gay love and gay sex, then this is not the place for you.  But if
you want to find out more about a beautiful relationship between two young
men, then read on.  The choice is yours.

Introduction: Previously on "Rendezvous with Jayson": Derrick and Jayson,
long time friends and softball team mates, walk home after a ball game.
Jayson surprised Derrick by suggesting they shower together.  Derrick
accepts, but they end up showering separately.  When Derrick walk into his
bedroom after his shower, he found a naked Jayson on his bed with an open
invitation to join the fast ball pitcher in a game unlike any other they
had played before.  When it was all over, both Derrick and Jayson had
formed a bond neither man expected, at least not from each other.  When we
last left the two, Jayson had slipped out of the bed before Derrick awoke
and left him a short "thank you" note, with a promise to see him at
softball practice.  Now unto the story.

Rendezvous with Jayson - Part II

The week after Jayson and I consummated our love, I got a letter from him.
I didn't know what to expect in it, but something told me I wasn't going to
like what was contained in the carefully penned words.

I hesitated as I opened the plain white envelope.  His handwriting was
distinct, so I knew he had written this himself.

"Dear Derrick," it started.  I held my breath.

"I have some bad news and I hope you will understand," the letter
continued.  My heart began to pound faster as I continued to read his
letter.

"I could not tell you this the night we made love.  But I care about you
too much to put off telling you this any longer," his letter said.

A thousand memories of that magical night flashed through my mind: his
naked body propped up against the soft sheets, his handsome smile, the way
his body felt next to mine, his kisses, soft, tempting, and then his
masterful entry of his cascading manhood into previously uncharted places.
It was magical.  But, there is a more urgent matter at hand.  Was this the
end of the romance?  Is he going to say it was all a mistake?  That our
night of passionate lovemaking was going to be only that?  A one-night
stand?

To find out I would have to wait a little longer, as my younger brother
interrupted my reading of Jayson's letter.  He had come over to house to
help with some chores around the yard.  I folded the neatly written letter
and without putting it back in its envelope pushed it in my back pocket.

As I stepped onto the lawn, I knew that not much work would get done
because I was intent of finding out what was so important that Jayson could
not say to me personally but opted instead for the cold, distant comfort of
pen and paper.

My brother noticed that I was not my usual self this evening and on several
occasions, joked about my "girlfriend" giving me trouble.  If he only knew
the real story!

By the time we decided to stop hauling things around the yard, it was dark
and I was feeling tired.  From the look of things I would not make softball
practice today and coach would be on my case tomorrow for it. But, so let
it be, I thought.

I headed into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving my brother sprawled
out in a hammock on the verandah.

As I took off the tattered, faded jeans short pants, Jayson's letter fell
from the pocket.  I picket up the folded piece of paper, and standing there
in only my fruit of the loom underwear, opened it and read the contents.

"Yours Jayson," were the final words on the piece of paper, but they might
as well not have been there, because the real message was further up in the
letter.

I tried to compose myself enough to shower without crying.  It did not
work.  My tears flowed as freely as the streams of water that poured from
the showerhead.

What did he mean by ". the pain is so horrible right now, I know I am going
to die."

Jayson looked perfectly fine to me the last time I saw him.  He felt
wonderful too.

When the last drop of water fell from the pipe, it splashed against my skin
and cascaded down to the tiles below.

I did not have a telephone number for Jayson, so I could no call him.  My
other alternative was to go to the ballpark, even though I wasn't feeling
like it.  But I needed to find Jayson. I needed to know if he is all right
and what the letter meant.

Dwight, that's my brother, was still lying in the hammock when I finished
dressing.  I asked him if he was going straight home or if he was going to
stay a while because I was going out.

He said he was going home and we both left together.  Mom's house is just a
skip and a jump away from mine, but in my haste to reach the ballpark, I
promised to come over later for a visit.

As Dwight and I parted ways, I shifted my focus to Jayson.  I was almost in
a daze as I hurried through the streets to softball practice.  The
fifteen-minute walk, felt more like forever.  As I rounded the corner, I
ran into my coach.

"Hey coach," I greeted Mike, "am I late?"

Mike hesitated, and then explained that there would be no practice this day
as he was headed to the hospital.  Jayson was in the hospital.  Taken there
the day after he and I had been together.  Of course no one but Jayson and
I knew that.

On the way to the hospital, Mike explained that Jayson had been hit by a
line drive in batting practice.

"It wasn't his face?" I enquired as we drove up at the hospital. Coach said
no.  Jayson had managed to deflect the ball a bit, but he still took a shot
to the chest.

When I walked into Jayson's room, he was apparently asleep.  His eyes were
closed.  Coach and I walked up to the bedside and instinctively I reached
out and held his hand.  Without even thinking about what I was doing, I
leaned down and was about to kiss him, when I realized Mike was beside me.

Jayson spoke softly.

"What are you guys doing here?" he said.

Mike explained that he and I had come to see if he was going to be all
right.  At least that was Mike's reason.  Speaking in a soft voice, as if
he was still in pain, Jayson explained that he just got the wind knocked
out of him.  There were no broken bones and there would just be some
bruising.

Without giving any of us the opportunity to ask the question, he explained
that he was hospitalized because of complications from a previously unknown
to us, asthmatic condition that ailed him.

Hence the breathing apparatus that were attached to him.

Mike and I talked with Jayson a while longer, all the time; I was hoping he
would leave, so I could speak with Jayson alone.  Finally, Mike announced
he was leaving.  I almost applauded.

Mike had hardly left the room, when I reached over and kissed Jayson.  "I
miss you," I was able to break our lip connection long enough to say.

"I'm sorry if I scared you Derrick," Jayson said, "I wrote that letter just
after they brought me here.  The pain was so much; I really thought I was
going to die.  And at one point I couldn't catch my breath."

I placed a finger over his lips.  I did not need any more explanations.
Fact is he was going to be all right, despite all the external wiring that
ran from his bed to the wall.

Jayson and I talked some more and as the minutes went by, I noticed that he
was becoming more relaxed. And his voice was becoming stronger.

"I wish I could be in that bed beside you right now," I said.

Jayson only smiled.

I reminded him of the night he made love to me.  The way he did it and the
way he made me feel.

Perhaps it was the way I was recalling the events, or maybe his imagination
was working overtime, because I noticed that half way down the bed, there
was movement under the sheets.

I didn't know it then, but he was naked under the sheets and he was getting
an erection.  I pretended that I did not see it and continued to relive our
passionate night a little over a week ago.

Then I subtly placed me hand on the bed beside his mid section and
continued to talk.  We made eye contact again and as I recalled how he
entered me, I held his fully erect cock in my hand.

He was hard.  Extremely hard.

I held is beautiful cock in my hand for a moment.  Then slowly moved my
hand up and down along the entire shaft.  I never noticed before that he
has a slight curve to the left.

He moaned silently, I continue to caress his pulsating manhood.

I moved my hand further up, running it over the sheet up to his chest,
careful not to press to hard in fear of irritating the bruise.

I looked around and listened a moment to make sure no one was approaching
the room.  Then I slid my hands under the sheets and as I made contact with
his warm flesh, I could feel my own cock spring to life.

I felt my way down his body and knew I was reaching ground zero when my
hand came to rest on his pubic hair. Then I found the prize.  For a man who
is hospitalized with tuned connected to him, Jayson is packing the hardest
cock I had ever held in my hand.  And I could tell he was really turned on
too.  The warm, sticky juice that was draining down my hand told the story.

Without saying a word, I gently stroked his cock up and down, releasing
more of his pre cum unto my hand, providing all the lubrication I needed.

He moaned again.  Meanwhile my cock was pressing hard against the fabric of
my underwear and jeans.  I had never done anything like this before and
never in my wildest dream could I envision jerking off a guy in a hospital
bed.

The fluid motion of my hand going up and down on Jayson's hard cock was
making me dizzy and the response from his body and the soft moans that came
from his lips, told me he was enjoying this.

I shifted hands and as I brought my right hand out from under the sheet, a
long string of pre cum followed it and landed on the front of my pants.
Without a word, Jayson reached over with his hand and wiped it away.  When
he touched the front of my pants, I jumped with excitement.

"Oh Jayson," I said, "this feels so good."

I continued to work Jayson's cock and he continued to rub my erect cock
through my pants.

Jasyon was beginning to breathe heavily and he was starting to lift his
pelvis off the bed as he worked his cock into my hand.  From the way he was
going, I knew he was going to cum soon.  But how were we going to handle
this?

I had an idea.

I had never done this before and it felt stranger.  Awkward and strange but
I was willing to try.  I lifted the thin sheet that hid this beautiful
piece of Belizean manhood from me.  There it is, alive and pulsating as if
to the beat of a thousand drums.

Jayson had his eyes closed, lost in another world, enjoying the attending
his cock was getting.  He had no idea what I was about to do, until .

"Ahhhh," I heard him moan out loud, as I took the head of his cock into my
mouth.  His cum tasted a bit salty and slippery, but delicious.  It was the
first time I had tasted another man's cock, but this was good.

I ran my tongue over his cock head a couple of times, then down the shaft
and up again.  When I reached the top, I would do a quick circle over the
head with my tongue, drawing sweet, soft moans from him.

Then, I started to go up and down on him.  For a first time cocksucker, I
must be doing it right, because Jayson was moaning loudly.  I think we both
forgot that we were in a hospital ward, oblivious to the fact that patients
in the nearby beds, or the nurses could hear what was going on. We did not
care.

I continued to go up and down on Jayson's cock for a couple of minutes and
my jaw was beginning to hurt a little, when I heard him say he was going to
cum.

It was do or die now.  I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, but I
really like Jayson and this was going to be my way of letting him know.

He had hardly finished saying he was gong to cum when the first load hit
the back of my mouth.  Then another. And another.  The amount of cum got
smaller with each passing shot until he was finished.  I had drained him
dry.

I sucked on his spent cock some more, sending his body into convulsions as
I move my tongue over the now tender head.

When I was finished, I replaced the sheet neatly.  When I looked up at his
face, I noticed a great big smile.

"What?"  I questioned, as I reached down and kissed him.

"Thank you," Jayson said and he hugged my neck and kissed me deeply.

"No thanks necessary," I said.  "You do this kind of thing for people you
really care about."

"Well, I hope you don't do this kind of thing to everyone you care about,"
he joked.

"You know what I mean," I replied.

Jayson hugged me again, and kissed me some more.

"What am I going to do about this?" he questioned, as he touched my still
erect cock.

"Don't worry about that," I said, ":I can take care of that in the shower
later."

"How about if I take care of it for you?" Jayson queried.

"Now?  Right here?" I questioned.

"Of course now.  I get out of the hospital tomorrow morning," Jayson said.

I assured him that would be all right by me, as I hugged him again and we
kissed again.

"I'm glad you are going to be all right," I said, "you really scared me
earlier."

After I left the hospital, I drove home with a smile on my face, and my
lover's cum deep within my body.  Tonight has brought Jayson and I closer
together.  I can't wait for him to get home from the hospital tomorrow
morning.

Maybe I could surprise him, by asking him to move in with me.  I think this
is what I want.  Its what I need right now.


End

Author's Note: I thank each and every one who has sent very encouraging
words to me on my story.  You can continue to send your comments to:
man_at_work_us@yahoo.com.  This is the second of a three part series on a
continuing relationship between two friends who found love when they were
least expecting it.  The final installment of the true story will be
available shortly.