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And now for the latest installment in the contiuing story of: Rendezvous with Jayson. In this episode, somebody gets BUSTED.
The sound of the 5 am alarm broke the silence of the early morning in the bedroom.
As he reached over to hit the snooze button, Derrick realized that Jayson was not in the bed beside him.
For a brief moment Derrick sat up in the bed trying to orient himself in the dark.
Five minutes later and the alarm sounded again. It was time to get out of bed.
Derrick slowly walked to the bedroom and flicked on the light. As he relieved himself, he wondered where Jayson was and how come he wasn't in bed this morning.
"Hey there," a voice behind him said.
Startled almost to death Derrick quickly tried to finish relieving himself in the toilet bowl without making a mess.
"What the fuck ... who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
Derrick rattled off the questions as the stranger stood watching him from head to toe.
As he finished, Derrick flushed and then turned around to face the intruder.
Immediately, Derrick was flooded with images of when he was assaulted and raped in his home a few years ago.
"Who are you? And what the fuck are you doing in my house? Derrick asked raising his voice as he stepped towards the stranger.
"Hey dude, relax," the stranger said, as he put both of his hands in the air.
"Relax? You're going to get your ass kicked if you don't get the fuck out of my house now," Derrick shouted angrily.
Just then Jayson emerged in the hallway leading to the bathroom.
"Oh fuck!" was all that Jayson could say as he turned and tried to walk away.
"Jayson, what the fuck is going on? Derrick shouted at him.
"Look, I can explain, babe," Jayson said as he walked up to Derrick.
Jayson took a towel and wrapped it around Derrick, who was standing there naked, having just finished using the bathroom.
"Who is this? And what is he doing in our house? Derrick questioned loudly.
"Come to the bedroom and I will explain," Jayson said as he took Derrick by the hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.
Derrick angrily pushed away Jason's hand and stepped towards the stranger again.
The stranger backed up.
"I want you out of this house NOW," Derrick shouted angrily.
"Okay. Okay. I'm going," the stranger said as he grabbed a shirt from the chair, picked up a bag and headed for the door.
Derrick watched as the stranger opened the door and stepped outside.
"I will call you later," the stranger said to Jayson as he closed the door.
Derrick turned to Jayson. The silence in the house was so heavy, that you could almost weigh it on a scale.
Jayson said nothing. He just hung his head down.
In exasperation Derrick threw his hands up and moved towards the bathroom.
Jayson came towards him and tried to stop him.
"Get out of my way before I do something I will regret," Derrick said as he pushed Jayson aside.
"I'm sorry," Jayson said as the bathroom door slammed shut.
Derrick was in the shower for a long period of time. When he came out, he was finishing the process of drying himself off.
As he dressed for work, all kinds of images flooded his mind. None of them were happy thoughts.
Jayson slowly opened the bedroom door and entered. He approached Derrick cautiously.
"I love you," Jayson said as he put his arms around Derrick.
There was no response.
Jayson continued to hug Derrick, then, he tried to adjust the embrace so they could be face to face.
What he saw as he looked into Derricks face made Jayson release the embrace and step away.
The tears running down Derricks face and the cold hard stare from his eyes spoke volumes.
"I'm sorry," Jayson said again. Derrick picked up his phone from the night stand. Next he picked up his keys, wallet and a pen and put them in their respective pockets.
Without saying a word, Derrick turned and walked out of the bedroom.
Jayson walked slowly behind him.
When he reached the door, Derrick paused with his hand on the lock.
Slowly, he turned towards Jayson.
"I deserve better than this," Derrick said, as the wiped the tears from his face.
Jayson stepped forward; but Derrick stopped him.
"One more step and I swear you will regret it," Derrick said, almost shouting.
Jayson stepped back.
"When I get back home from work, please don't be here," Derrick said in a much calmer voice.
Then, he turned and walked out the door, closing it slowly behind him.
Jayson was frozen in place. When the shock of the last two statements from his husband began to wear off, he hurried to the door.
Derrick was gone.
Jayson stood crying at the door for about a minute. Then the phone rang.
"Hello," Jayson said into the receiver.
"Are you okay?" the voice on the line asked.
"What the he'll do you think?" Jayson answered angrily. Then he hung up the phone.
Derrick had to ask for time off from woe. He wasn't feeling well. He needed to go to the hospital.
When they checked his vital signs the nurse at the triage centre found that Derrick was in full shock. His blood pressure was elevated and he was nauseated. They immediately prepped him for admission.
His next of kin needed to be informed. Derrick gave the nurse a number to call; it was his mother.
The nurses made Derrick comfortable in the bed and started an IV treatment that would put him to sleep and help him to relax. By morning they were guessing, he would be okay.
Back at the house Jayson reluctantly picked out some of his clothes and threw them into a bag.
Then he defiantly placed the bag on the table and sat down to watch television. He was going to wait for Derrick to come home so they could talk things out.
When there was a knock on the door, Jayson hurried to answer it, thinking it was Derrick.
As he flung the door open, Jayson came face to face with the stranger from this morning.
"Hey slugger," the stranger announced cheerfully.
"OMG. What are you doing here?" Jayson asked as he hurried the stranger into the house and closed the door.
Once inside the stranger pulled Jayson into an embrace and kissed him passionately.
Jayson gave in to the stranger's passionate kiss.
They went at it kissing and groping at each other until they were on the sofa. Their kissing and lust blocked out everything and everyone else until there was just one maze of sexually charged bodies thrashing around in ecstasy.
They went at it for a while, until neither could stand it anymore.
"I want your hard dick inside me now," Jayson managed to say in between kisses.
Without missing a beat, the stranger turned Jayson over and with expert precision, buried his hard cock deep inside his Jayson's tight hole.
When his neatly trimmed pubes touched Jason's ass cheek, there was an audible moan. The connection was mutual.
The stranger knew how to work his impressive 7.5 inches cock, pulling almost out and then slowly going all the way back in.
Each stroke of the stranger's hard cock inside of Jayson brought them both to higher level of lustful desire.
As his orgasm built up, the stranger's rhythm picked up pace. When he reached the point of no return, he started to thrust hard. When the fist volley of hot cum rushed out of his cock, the stranger moaned loudly.
Jayson followed in rhythm as his own cock erupted into the cushion underneath him.
One final thrust and the stranger buried all of himself into Jayson emptying himself completely.
The two lovers laid motionless for a few moments, riding high on the orgasm they both shared.
Eyes closed as their breathing returned to normal, the stranger gently kissed Jayson's neck. They basked in the afterglow if their hot sex session, until they heard the key turn in the lock on the front door.
"Oh shit," Jayson exclaimed ad he hurriedly put his clothes on.
"Get dressed. You should not be here. My husband is home," Jayson said as he hurried the stranger into to spare bedroom.
"Stay in there and don't make a sound," he ordered and he shut the door.
Adjusting himself, Jayson walked towards Derrick who stood staring intently.
"I thought I said I didn't want you here when I got back," Derrick said.
"But babe, I want us to talk," Jayson pleaded.
"If you don't leave, then I will," Derrick said, as he turned to walk away.
"Okay. Okay. Don't leave. I will go," said Jayson.
Derrick stepped aside as Jayson passed by. Then he stopped, remembering that the stranger was locked in the spare bedroom.
"Can I get some of my stuff from the bedroom?" Jayson asked as he came back inside.
"Sure. But be gone, I don't want to see you here again," Derrick said as he walked off into the bathroom and shut the door.
Jayson quickly went to the spare bedroom and hurried the stranger out.
"Get out quickly and go," Jayson ordered him.
When the stranger was out the door, Jayson picked up his bag that was on the table and walked slowly to the door.
"When you leave, just know that it is over," Derrick said.
"I really don't want to go. Please don't make me leave," pleaded Jayson, his back still towards Derrick..
"How long have you been playing me? Cheating on me?" Derrick asked.
Jayson didn't answer.
"And in our home, Jayson?" Derrick asked, almost pleading.
"This is the kind of betrayal that is beyond comprehension," Derrick went on.
Jayson closed the door and turned around to face Derrick.
"Was it worth throwing away everything we have worked for over the years?" Derrick asked.
"I am sorry," Jayson said.
"No you are not," Derrick said. "Your only regret is that I caught you."
"That's not true," Jayson said. "I love you."
"Jayson don't insult me anymore than you have already hurt me. You know what? It's pointless trying to talk with you. Get out. Just go," Derrick said as he pointed towards the door.
Jayson hesitated.
"Just go," Derrick repeated, his voice getting agitated.
Jayson picked up his bag again and walked out. As the sound of the closing door echoed in the house, Derrick just folded over and sobbed uncontrollably.
As he sat down on the sofa, Derrick's hand made contact with the wet spot.
The unmistakable aroma that followed made him shake his head in disgust.
It further confirmed what he already knew: Jayson was screwing around behind his back.
Is this the end of a romance that started on a softball playing field and ended up a storied romance that endured the test of time?
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