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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: hoo 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 bursa escort 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 escort bayan 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 bursa escort 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…

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