Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 04:50:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Marks <hurricane_helms_1@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Poetry In Motion: Roadside Rendezvous chapter 1"

Hiya!

This is my first time, but don't be gentle. :) If there's something I need
to work on. Let me know and I'll grow as a writer. This story is not meant
to imply anything about people in the WWF. It is merely a fantasy that will
hopefully one day be reality. Although he's an actual person and NOT a
piece of property, the name Jeff Hardy is a trademark of World Wrestling
Federation Entertainment, Inc.

If you wish to use this story somewhere else, please email me first. All
inquires/comments/suggestions mailto: hurricane_helms_1@yahoo.com

Copyright 2001 Jason Marks


Poetry In Motion
Chapter One

It seemed like it was going to be one of those days. It was an early spring
morning. Chilly, dreary and with a glimmer of sun that just couldn't seem
to make it through the clouds. Still, I didn't mind the weather. It was
going to be my debut match that night and nothing was going to get me
down. Especially considering whom I was going to be up against. Jeff
Hardy. The mere thought of him always got my blood pumping.

I knew I had to be in top-notch shape for my debut and although I was in
better shape than alot of the guys, packing 231 pounds of solid muscle on
my six foot two inch frame with a body fat percentage well below seven, I
still needed to train. Stepping out of the shower, I vigorously rubbed a
towel over my shoulder length bleached hair with black streaks running
through it until it was dry. I passed a mirror and, as I always do, stopped
and admired the body I spent so long perfecting. Smooth as the day I was
born, I ran my hands over my chiselled pecs and down to my perfectly
sculpted abs feeling every ridge and respecting every curve. I had to stop
myself before I got carried away. If I'd gotten to that throbbing, dick
that stood at attention at eight and three quarters, I'd never have kept on
schedule.

Looking out the window, I saw that the sun was shining a tad more than it
was earlier. Hoping for a nice, warm spring day, I quickly slipped on my
metallic blue workout pants, an orange tank and white sneakers, my standard
attire in the independent circuit, and headed out the door to run a few
miles. As I made my way to the hotel's front door, I heard a voice call out
to me. "Hey man, what's up," the voice said in a thick southern drawl and I
knew right away who it was. I turned around to see Jeff standing there,
looking as hot as ever in white overalls. His sexy brother Matt and equally
gorgeous buddy Shane, aka Hurricane, were standing beside him.

I walked over to them, trying to hide the fact that I was totally turned on
at the site of them, but I noticed Jeff's eyes wander down for just a
second to the noticeable bulge under my workout pants. "Nothin' much," I
replied to his question, "Just going for a run to get ready for tonight."

"Yeah, it's your first match in the big league, televised anyway. Don't
worry, I'll go easy on you."

"Don't bother," I said laughing, "I like it rough. Catch ya later." With
that, I jogged out of the hotel and started my run through the streets of
Atlanta.

After about two hours of running and listening to Marilyn Manson on my
Walkman, I looked around to find that I'd jogged myself into the wooded
areas of the city. I sighed as I looked around to see if I could determine
where I made a wrong turn. Seeing nothing, but a long stretch of road and
countless trees, I did an about-face and started back the way I came.

As I tried to make my way back, the rumble of thunder could be heard in the
distant. "Damn it," I thought to myself. There I was, dressed for a nice
day of jogging and a storm was coming. I picked up my pace and the faster I
went, the closer the thunderous sound got closer. About ten minutes into
the return, the rain began to fall. "Shit!," I yelled out. I ran as fast as
I could and I was getting soaked.

Suddenly, I heard a car horn behind me. I slowed and it stopped. The window
rolled down, and I saw Jeff smiling out at me. "Need a lift?" he asked.

Without hesitation, I accepted his offer. "Thanks dude."

"No prob. You know, you really shouldn't go out like that when a storm is
comin'", he said in that adorable Carolinian accent. "I figured you
wouldn't get back in time to beat the storm, so I followed you."

"You mean you *knew* that it was going to rain and you let me walk out of
there like this?" I asked a little pissed.

"Yep," he said still smiling as he started off back to the hotel.

"Uh, well, why didn't you tell me?"

"Ya didn't ask."

I couldn't believe it. Was Jeff Hardy, the man of my dreams, playing some
idiot frat-type prank on me. "Besides, if I told you, I wouldn't have got
to see you like this," he said and I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh. It
was electrifying. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed against his as we
became locked in an embrace of unadulterated passion. I ran my hands
through his silky blue hair as we had our first match, our tongues
wrestling for supremacy. Jeff quickly pulled over to the side of the road
and stopped the car.

I continued to explore the perfection that sat before me, removing his
shirt before bathing his torso with my tongue, enjoying every taste I
discovered. Jeff's moans filled the car as I bathed his hardening nipples
in my saliva and gently nibbled at them.

I hit the lever on the side of his chair, which caused it to go all the way
back. With Jeff ling there, I climbed up on him and continued kissing his
body as my hands vehemently attempted to unfasten his white, two-pronged
belt. In a few seconds, I had his belt unfastened as well as his jeans.
Reaching in, I found that he was wearing nothing underneath as my hand came
into direct contact with his throbbing organ. Though I hadn't got a look
yet, I could tell by the feel that he was shaved smooth, even down to his
balls. I grabbed hold of his engorged member and began stroking it as I
reintroduced my tongue to the back of Jeff's throat.

I quickly worked his jeans off and opened his legs. I started licking the
inside of his thighs and Jeff spread his legs even further which presented
me with a complete view of his substantial cock, smooth balls and bald
pucker.  I worked closer to his balls and cock and he writhed with
pleasure.

I began to lick his balls, giving my undivided attention to them one by
one.  After bathing both balls totally, I drew them, one after another,
into my mouth, rolling them from side to side. Then, I seized both in my
mouth at one fell swoop and he squealed. I manipulated his cum-packed
balls, permitting a little of my saliva dribble out and trickle down into
his quivering hole. Little by little, I allowed each ball slip out of my
mouth and began to lick up the shaft of his throbbing dick.

Jeff's rapturous moans filled the car as I let his massive cock head slide
gradually through my lips and into my mouth. I worked my tougue against the
puffed up head as Jeff contiued to wriggle in his seat and a surprising
amount his precum began to stream down my throat. I started to bob my head,
getting into a motion as I took his pulsing dick to the base and back up
again and again. I continued this for roughly ten minutes. Suddenly, Jeff
yelled out, "I`m gonna come!" I remained in place and felt jets of his
creamy cock sap explode from of his blood-engorged dick. I took down as
much as I could, swallowing all but three of his twelve velvety loads; the
rest streamed out of my mouth and ran down my chin.

Jeff's erratic breathing began to slow. He looked up, seeing the "milk
beard" that I now had and smiled. He sat up and began to greedily lap up
his precious fluid from my face and we again began tongue wrestling.

Jeff took off my tank and removed my rain-soaked workout pants, then
reached for my pounding cock. He started to put his mouth to it and I held
him back. "No, not that," I told him with a grin as I grabbed his ass. "I
have a better idea."

Jeff's face beamed and he jumped into the back seat, getting on all
fours. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've had a good fuck," he
told me as he shook his ass at me. "Come on, Nikolas, give it to me."

Jeff wanted it bad and I was damn sure going to give it to him. "Alright,"
I said as I joined him in back, "But not like that." I grabbed him around
his waist and turned him over on his back. "Like this," I said as I placed
his legs up on my shoulders. "I want to love you, not fuck you."

Jeff just smiled. His firm buns were yearning for me to enter. I gave my
dick a few strokes, lubricating it with the precum that was quickly oozing
out of it. I gave Jeff a wink. "Ready, Jeffro?" I asked, calling him by the
nickname that I made up for him combining his first and middle name.

"Totally," he said and let out a yelp as my massive tool crossed the
threshold and invaded his tight asshole.

I started out slow to give him time to get used to the six inch thick cock
that was stretching his ass. When I heard his groans of pain turn to moans
of pleasure, I increased my thrusting speed, rapidly pounding into him as
he began stroking his dick which was again becoming hard.

Moving forward, and keeping his ass at a small slant, I withdrew and
entered Jeff from a another angle and again at another. Jeff was whimpering
in pleasure at this action. "Oh God! That's soooo good," he moaned.

Twenty minutes passed and I began to thrust harder. Our breathing became
rapid and the car filled up with the heat from our bodies as the sweat
glistened on our bodies in the sun shining through the windows. "Yes!" Jeff
cried out. "God Yes!" He stroked his cock faster and faster still. Then,
all of a sudden, I saw eleven thick loads of his cum shoot into the air,
some sticking to the ceiling of the car, some hitting me in the face and
the rest falling back onto Jeff, covering his abs, chest and face.

As he came, his ass muscles constricted around my cock which sent me over
the edge. I let out a long groan as my orgasmic release came. The climax
was the most powerful ever as I fired fourteen loads into the stunning body
below me. Not finished yet, I began to lick up the cum puddles on his abs
and pecs, but he grabbed me by the ears and pulled my head toward his and
again we kissed. However, this time, it was different. I was soft, gentle.
Then, I laid my head on his chest and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

To Be Continued...