Rendezvous with Jayson: Encounter on the River
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It was a hot a humid night when Jayson decided to go for a walk down by the riverside.
The main residence was only about 600 feet from the cool, silent-running water that meanders under the canopy of the nearby forest.
As he walked down the stairs, Jayson pulled a thin white shirt over his body, opting for a flip-flop instead of a pair of tennis shoes that at the top of the steps.
Derrick lay in the hammock on the veranda – he was sound asleep. In the silence of the house in the wake of Jayson's departure, the late evening slumber for Derrick, was a welcome luxury, given that he had spent a full day out in the sun carting books and bags and other stuff for the neighbor who was moving in next door.
His giving spirit prevented him from saying "no" when asked to help the night before. When Jayson arrived at the riverside, the last few rays of the setting sun were casting a golden hue across the quiet village setting.
The reflection of the trees and the evening sky on the water's top, painted a masterpiece of scenery that does the heart good.
Jayson was lost in the beauty of the surrounding, enthralled by it all and soaking in as much of it as he could, because he knew that in a few minutes it would all be gone, replaced by the still blackness of the night.
Suddenly, a loud splash in the river jolted the day-dreaming Jayson.
Wide-eyed and startled almost to the point of fainting, he took a couple steps backward.
Out of the water emerged a gorgeous body, shaking water from his shoulder-length hair, brushing the cascading remnants from his face: it was another masterpiece of beauty.
With a childish giggle, the dripping-wet youth emerged from the water, bringing with him a mischievous gait to his walk up the slippery slope, pausing momentarily to get a grip on the glistening grass, wet from the splash he had created by his jump in the river.
"I'm sorry I startled you," the young man said.
Jayson eyes remained transfixed. It was as if the sound of the man's voice went completely above his head.
"Sir," the young man said, raising his voice a little bit louder.
Jayson snapped back to reality.
"I'm sorry," Jayson said, almost questioningly.
"I didn't mean to frighten you," the young man said again, as he stepped towards Jayson.
"My name is Timothy and I am just here to take a little dip in the river," he said as he walked pass Jayson and returned to the platform, preparing for another jump in the river.
"It's okay," Jayson managed to say as he watched in amazement as Timothy positioned himself to the edge of the platform and dove into the cool, refreshing water.
"Wow, that is amazing," Jayson mumbled to himself; but audibly enough for Timothy to hear as he once again emerged from the water.
"You want to try it?" he asked of Jayson.
"Nah, you go ahead and enjoy yourself. I will just sit here and watch ... and enjoy the beauty of the surrounding," said Jayson.
"Does that include staring at my body?" questioned Timothy.
"Excuse me?" retorted Jayson.
"I saw how you were looking at me, and staring at my body. Do you like what you see?"
Before Jayson could bring his mouth to respond to what he just heard and the thoughts going through his mind, Timothy came over and stretched out his hand, expecting a handshake.
An awkward silence ensued. Then Timothy turned and walked away. He went back to the platform and was about to jump again.
"Wait. Don't do that!"
Jayson almost shouted his response, pointing in the direction of Timothy. Smiling broadly and with apparent rehearsed precision, Timothy, in one fell swoop, pulled off his boxers and did a summer sault into the river.
When he popped out, he waved his boxers in a sign of triumph, sending a stream of water in a whirlwind, causing multiple ripples in the river.
Jayson could not believe what he just witnessed. He looked over his shoulders, almost in embarrassment; but anxiously awaiting what he presumed would be a majestic exit from the river and a mind-boggling, naked ascent along the slippery banks.
It never happened. Instead, Timothy swam around for a bit before coming close to the river's edge. Without getting out of the water, he lifted both of his hands in the air, almost in frustration.
"So are you coming in, or will you stand there catching flies in your open mouth all evening?' Timothy questioned, motioning towards Jayson.
The sliver of a glimpse of Timothy's naked, wet body as he dove into the river a few moments ago, sent a rush of adrenalin through Jayson's body, straight to his loins, setting them on fire.
The bulge in his light-blue sports shorts betrayed the effect that the frolicking young man made on him.
"Your dick tells me that you like what you see. And if you to see it up close or maybe even touch, you won't do it standing there," Timothy said as he beckoned to Jayson to join him.
"I really shouldn't," Jayson began to protest.
It was enough for Timothy to throw all caution to the wind. He stood up in the water and marched boldly towards the banks. Jayson watched, his gaze transfixed on the emerging body. Each movement brought Timothy close toward Jayson, and the impending encounter was simply titillating.
Timothy's body was exquisite. Except for some underarm hair, a few strands around his nipples and a slight trail, starting from his belly button and heading south, he was smooth. The water made his body glisten.
As he got closer, Jayson managed to let his eyes go lower.
Timothy was semi- erect.
The trail of hair from his belly button connected with a neatly trimmed triangle, pointing to the base of the most beautiful cock he had seen; except maybe for Derrick's. But Derrick was home, asleep in the hammock and here he was, being seduced by a stranger.
When Timothy reached Jayson, he took his hand and pulled him gently towards the platform at the side of the river.
There was no resistance.
When they reached the deck, Timothy stopped. Looking Jayson straight in the face, he smiled and moved closer. They locked eyes. Their face was inching closer.
Jayson's lips parted. Timothy closed his eyes. Closer and closer they got, almost in slow-mothing.
Then ... with one quick pull, Timothy threw himself backwards into the river, bringing with him Jayson, clothes and all.
When the two men resurfaced, Jayson and Timothy were face to face in the water; each trying to brush the water from their face.
Timothy reached out and pulled Jayson into his embrace. The cool water didn't quench the heat of desire that was emanating from bodies. Their lips met and they became lost in the watery embrace and kiss.
When the first wave of the daze started to wane, Jayson pushed back, then swam away, heading for the riverbanks.
Timothy, frozen in place, watched as Jayson hurried out of the river and up onto the platform. He sat down. A short time later, Jayson laid down on the wood, and looked straight up into the evening sky.
Unsure what just transpired, Timothy dipped one final time in the river and then climbed out and made his way to the platform. He picked up his wet boxers and slipped them on. As he collected the rest of his clothes, Jayson sat up.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, I am going home, stayed here too long," Timothy replied.
Before Timothy could escape, Jayson grabbed his hand and pulled him back to him.
"Don't leave without finishing what you started," Jayson said and he leaned in and kissed Timothy.
Timothy responded, dropping the article of clothing he had in his hand. Their kiss and fondling of each other's wet body intensified, stopping only briefly to catch a breath of air.
Then, Timothy turned Jayson around. With one swift motion, he pulled Jayson' shorts down and with the precision of a well-rehearsed professional, his hard cock was inside Jayson's quivering ass.
There was an audible moan as Timothy bottomed out, his triangular patch of public hair caressed the still damp skin of Jayson's ass.
Slowly he pulled back just enough for the tip of his cock to remain just inside. Then he slowly pushed back in until there was another moan escaping Jayson's lips.
With each stroke, Timothy felt the entire length of his cock being caressed ever so gently by the warmth of Jayson's ass.
This action continued for a very long time.
When he felt the first urges of his orgasm welling up deep inside his balls, Timothy started to increase the speed of his pounding. Jayson held on to the railing on the platform and pushed himself backwards to meet each time Timothy slammed his rock hard cock into him.
With one final plunge, Timothy grabbed Jayson's hips and held still, emptying what felt like gallons of hot cum deep inside.
Slowly, as his climax subsided, Timothy slowly pulled his softening cock out of Jayson's ass.
A gush of hot cum followed and Jayson's knees buckled.
Timothy caught him in his strong embrace and turned him around. As the two kissed Jayson slowly regained his composure. Timothy, realizing that Jayson cock was still hard, broke away from the kiss.
He bent down and took Jayson's cock into his hot mouth.
"Oh God," Jayson lustfully said as he threw his head back and enjoyed the blow job he was getting.
The cool breeze across his body, the sound of the night birds settling into their nesting areas in the tree tops and the river gently passing by were enough to push him over the edge. He held on to Timothy's head intending to push him away as he felt his cum racing up from deep inside his balls. But Timothy would have none of it.
He remained firmly in place, Jayson's cock, now pulsing, firmly in his hot mouth. "I'm cum-ming," Jayson managed to spurt out as the first shot of hot cum hit the back of Timothy's mouth.
Then a second shot; a third; a fourth and perhaps a fifth, sixth and a seventh shot.
By the time his cock had stopped shooting hot cum, Jayson was so breathless his knees were buckling again. He had to reach for the railing again to steady himself. His eyes still closed tight, Jayson leaned over the rails, riding high on the wave of orgasm that coursed through his body.
When he was able to come down from his ecstatic high, Jayson opened his eyes and realized that he was all alone.
Night had fallen and he was standing on the platform at the river bank clad only in a T-shirt. His shorts were at his ankles.
Timothy had slipped away into the darkness as Jayson rose the wave of ecstasy. A he pulled his shorts up, Jayson felt the trail of Timothy's cum that ran down his inner thighs.
"Oh God, what did I just do?" Jayson questioned. He could not go back to the house in that condition as there would be too many questions from Derrick that he could not answer.
Jayson walked down to the river and waded into the water, allowing the chilly waters to wash Timothy's cum from his body. After a brief time in the river, he emerged, dripping wet and quickly made his way back to his house.
His head was still spinning from what just happened and he felt a tinge of guilt as he walked up the stairs and locked eyes with Derrick who had just recently awaken from his slumber in the hammock.
"Did you fall into the river?" questioned Derrick.
"No, I went for a swim," Jayson responded as he reached the top of the stairs.
"You swim with all your clothes?" Derrick asked.
"Was too lazy to take all my clothes off," joked Jayson.
As he passed Derrick going into the house, Derrick was sure he saw a mark on the side of Jayson's neck.
His evening rendezvous at the river was betrayed by marks left at the height of passion; marks that Jayson was only realized were there when he pulled his wet shirt off in the bathroom and looked at his naked body in the mirror.
A look of quiet horror replaced the smile that was on his face earlier. This is going to take one hell of an explaining to do!