Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2014 02:12:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Alexander P. Elliston Subject: Rendezvous with Michael Rendezvous with Michael Disclaimer: The following story contains description of sexual contact between men. It is a true story, only the names have been changed to protect the sexually satisfied. If you are offended by such depiction of graphic sexual encounters, please stop reading now. However, if you do meet legal requirements for reading this story, I would greatly appreciate your feedback. I truly value your feedback and opinion. I can be contacted at: alexontuesday@yahoo.com And now ... the story. The boy is a few weeks shy of his eighteenth birthday; but the groomed facial features, sculpted upper body and pearly white smile portrayed the image of an angel. When Michael walked up to the concessionary stand and requested a soda, Derrick wasn't paying much attention to the voice, concentrating instead on pouring the cold refreshing liquid into an ice-filled cup. When he raised his head to hand over the drink, Derrick came eye to eye with a sight he had not expected. The bright smile and boyish good looks staring him back made his hand weak. The cup of soda slipped. Michael quickly reached out to grab it before it spilled. In the process their hands made contact. It was electric. "I'm sorry," Derrick blurted out. "It's okay, big guy," Michael responded, taking the drink and immediately raising it to his lips. As Michael slurped the refreshing drink, Derrick fought with every fibre of his being to regain his composure. Michael placed the money on the table, and although it was much more than the cost of the drink, he simply walked away. The sight was equally as impressive from behind as Derrick watched the leisurely gait of the tall, slender teenager walking away from him. Images of his tongue running up and down the teen boy's body flashed quickly through Derrick's mind. Then the sight of his hands caressing the boy's abs and his ass and their tongues intertwined, was enough to temporarily block out everything else. That was until Jayson reached over and grabbed Derrick by the shoulder. "Stop daydreaming," Jayson said, as he reached past his partner and served himself a drink. "Sorry about that," Derrick said as he shook his head and turned to get back to what it was he was doing. The rest of the day was a mixture of horny thoughts and a desperate attempt to concentrate on playing softball. Derrick and Jayson have been partners for the better part of a decade. And while they have endured and overcome a lot of challenges, as most couples do, they have both managed to remain faithful to each other. But all that could change, if Michael would give Derrick even the slightest hint of being willing to give it a try. For now, however, it seems that the chances of something happening are slim to none. When the final game of the day came around, fate would have it that Derrick's team would be playing against the team where Michael is the start first baseman. Derrick didn't realize that Michael was on the opposing team until he had taken his turn at bat, gotten a base hit and was standing on first base. He was taken aback when Michael flashed him that angelic smile and asked him if he was okay. You see, Derrick had pulled up limping after beating out a bunt. I'm good," Derrick said, but the bashful smile on his face betrayed the words he had just spoken. Michael shook his head, fixed his glove and moved back into position ready to make the next play; which caught both the first baseman and Derrick off guard. A quick throw from the pitcher and an aggressive tag from Michael, caught Derrick in the groin, causing him to double upon the ground in pain. "I'm sorry, bro," Michael apologized as he reached down to offer a hand to help Derrick up. Stunned by the play, Derrick grimaced as he took Michael's hand and pulled himself up and walked around a bit. Once the pain had subsided enough, he was good to go and indicated so to his coach and the game continued. When it was Michael's turn to be on the base path, he gracefully made it from home plate to third base on a long drive that split the gap in right-centerfield. Once he was safely standing on third, Michael again apologized to Derrick, who was playing short stop, for the previous inning's play at first base. Derrick told Michael to forget it and that it is all good. The game ended in a 3-2 score with Derrick's team coming out on the winning side. Michael was about the last player from his team to leave the team area and as Derrick approached, the teenager pulled his jersey shirt up over his head, revealing his well defined chest, lightly covered by dark, curly hair. A neat trail of hair disappeared into his trousers, which were pulled seductively below his waist as the boy prepared to change into some clean short pants. When Derrick set his glove down on the bench, Michael turned around, a bit surprised to see his rival team member. "What's up, bro?" Michael questioned. "I want to talk to you," Derrick responded. "Sure, just give me second to get dressed," Michael said. Derrick successfully fought the urge to asked Michael if he needed any help and patiently waited while the boy fetched a shirt from his bag. Then he nonchalantly pulled his trousers down, revealing a nicely covered ass, clad in a blue striped pair of boxers. Again, much restraint was exercised, preventing Derrick from just reaching out and grabbing the most enticing ass that was just a mere feet away from his longing, lustful eyes. Michael pulled on the fresh pair of short pants almost in one swift move. Then he casually adjusted what looked like an ample package in the front, zipped himself up, then bundled the sweaty jersey he had just removed and stuffed them into his backpack. "What's on your mind, bro?" Michael questioned, as he started to walk away. He was hoping that Derrick would follow him and talk as they walked. But instead Derrick asked Michael to hold up a bit. He did and as Michael stopped and turned around, Derrick took a step closer, then looked around. Once assured that no one was within ear shot, Derrick made the boldest move he had ever done in public. "You're cute, and I want to kiss you," Derrick said in a hushed voice. "What the fuck, dude," Michael responded. "Keep your voice down. And if I offended you, I am sorry," Derrick snapped back. Michael started to walk away. Derrick reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Michael pushed his hand away, stopped and turned around. "Dude, I'm not into that, okay," Michael said, a look of disdain on his face. But Derrick saw something else. "Are you sure you're not only saying that because we are in public," Derrick said. Michael was silent. He looked away. Derrick saw the opening he was looking for. "Look, I am not trying to embarrass you or anything. But I felt something, this morning when I first saw you, when our hands touched. And then when you touched my dick during the game," Derrick said. Some more silence from Michael. "Look, if you really don't want anything to do with this, just walk away and I will be man enough to respect your decision," Derrick continued. Michael turned his gaze from the far away distant look that had occupied his face, to the man who was standing about an arm's length away from him. He slowly looked Derrick over from head to toe. Then looked away again. Derrick was a well-built man, bulging muscles and serious look on his face. "I know this must be difficult for you; but I am not asking you to let me kiss you here in public in front of everyone," Derrick assured. "Dude, I don't know, man," responded Michael. "I am not into that. I have a girlfriend." "And I have a partner too," Derrick responded. An awkward silence ensued, the sound of vehicles passing by added an air of suspense. Slowly Michael returned his gaze to Derrick. The look was returned, but this time a gentle smile escaped from Derrick's face. That smile was enough to tear down the barriers that Michael had thrown up. The teenage boy stepped closer. "Not like this," he whispered. "I can't risk anyone finding out." Michael slowly fumbled in his inside his backpack, eventually fishing out his wallet. He slipped a card out and handed it to Derrick. Then he turned, and slowly walked away. Without looking at the card, Derrick slipped it into his pocket and walk away in the opposite direction. Derrick was met by Jayson halfway across the playing field. "What was that about," Jayson inquired as he watched Michael disappear behind the clubhouse. "Just assuring him everything was okay after that hard play at first base during the game," Derrick said as they both walked towards their waiting vehicle. The five miles drive home was quiet, except for the car radio playing low, almost drowned by the steady roll of the engine. Once home, Jayson emptied his sport bag, putting the dirty jersey in the hamper and hanging up his gears. Derrick was doing the same, when the card that Michael had given him fell from his pocket as he slipped his jersey off. All that was written in the card was a telephone number. Derrick smiled. Later that night, Michael was in the middle of going over some school work, when the phone rang. "Hello," he breathed lowly into the receiver. Silence. "Hello, who is this," Michael said, raising his voice a bit. "Hey, it's Derrick, from softball." said Derrick. "Hey, what's up bro?" Michael asked. "Just giving you a call," said Derrick. "Look, I meant what I said at the game today, dude," Michael continued, "I'm not gay or anything." "I never said you are gay," Derrick responded. "So why you wanted to kiss me then?" Michael questioned. "Because I wanted to, and I was being honest. Doesn't mean I think you are gay," Derrick said. "Dude, I have never done something like that before, okay," Michael said. "But would you let me kiss you?" Derrick questioned. "Dude, I don't know, it's all weird," Michael said. The back and forth continued for a while until ... "Let's cut out all the talking, will you? Just one kiss, doesn't have to be anything more than that. What do you say?" asked Derrick. "Okay, but how will we do this. I am at home and I take it you are too," Michael noted. "Well, would you meet me somewhere? " Derrick responded. "I can meet you at a restaurant in town," Michael said, as he started to give directions to Derrick. "I know where that is. I can meet you in about half an hour," Derrick said. The conversation ended with each saying they looked forward to the meeting. Derrick quickly showered and slipped into a comfortable pair of pants, a loose fitting shirt and settled for a pair of sandals to complete the ensemble. After assuring his partner he would be back shortly, Derrick disappeared into the night. The sound of the car's engine starting up and then driving off, told Jayson that his partner has left. Jayson fixed himself some food, then settled on the sofa and flipped the television on. Just in time for Sports Center. The short drive into town from the village was filled with anxiety. What was he walking into? Is this a huge mistake in the making? What if something goes wrong? These were all questions swirling in Derrick's mind as he parked the car. He paused for a second before getting out and locking the door. It was ask if walked on air as he made the short journey from the car to the restaurant. He noticed Michael seated at a solitary table in the far corner. As he walked up, Derrick thanked Michael for agreeing to meet him. "I don't want to give you any wrong ideas or anything," Michael said, as he motioned for Derrick to sit down. The waiter arrived and they ordered sodas. When the waiter left, Derrick tried to lighten the mood with a quip about the good game played today. "You know you didn't come here to talk about softball," Michael responded. The response caught Derrick kind of off guard. "Okay, you're right. So, what shall we do about what we talked about on the phone?" Derrick questioned. There was a moment of silence. "We can go to my house, if you like," Michael said, "my sister is asleep and my parents will more than likely be in their room." Derrick did not need a second invitation. Before Michael had finished the sentence, he was on his feet and walking towards the car. Derrick sat inside the car waiting for what seems like an eternity. Wondering if he had blown his chance, Derrick was about to open the door to go look for Michael, when the teenager came briskly walking out of the shadows, opened the car door and sitting down in the passenger seat. "Let's go," he said. Derrick obeyed. As he pulled out of the parking lot, Michael gave him directions to where they were going. Outside of the clear, precise directions, nothing else was said. When the car pulled up into the driveway, there was another vehicle already there. Michael assured his guest it was his sister's car and that he could park right behind. Obeying the instruction, Derrick brought the car to a full stop. Turned the light off then switched the engine off. A brief moment of silence; then Michael opened the passenger side door and stepped out "Follow me," he said, as he started to walk away. Derrick followed in silence...his heart was racing. He was eagerly anticipating what was ahead, even though he did not know what exactly was going to happen. Michael opened the door to his house then stepped aside so Derrick could step inside. Slowly locking the front door, Michael motioned for Derrick to be quiet, apparently so as not to alert anyone else in the house that there was a guest. Michael moved over to a door on the right hand side of the living room slowly opened it, then motioned for Derrick to follow him. Derrick hesitated for just a moment then walked towards Michael. "Are you sure about this," Derrick said as he stopped in front of Michael. Michael said nothing, choosing to look down instead. Derrick got the message. He slid past Michael, careful to avoid contact with tall, slender young man that was inviting him into his bedroom. Once inside, Derrick stopped, afraid to bump into something in the darkness of the room. Michael pushed the bedroom door shut, plunging the room into total darkness. Then ... "You okay, bro," Michael questioned softly. "Turn the lights on and find out," Derrick responded. Another moment of silence, then Michael switched the light on. Their eyes met. The two looked at each other intently, neither saying anything. After staring at each other for about a minute, Michael blinked first. "Are you going to stand there all night," he said. Derrick moved forward, stopping as closed to Michael without making contact. Michael was a bit taller, so Derrick had to tilt his head slightly to maintain eye contact. Michael flexed his pecks. It was visible to Derrick who reached out to touch the teenager's chest. Michael flinched and stepped back. He was unsure of what he was doing. "It's okay, dude, you don't have to do this if you don't want to," Derrick said as he stepped back. Michael looked down. Then raised his gaze back to Derrick, who continued to watch intently, unsure of what would happen next. "Look, I think this was a mistake. I didn't mean to force you into anything you're not ready for. I'm sorry," Derrick said as he stepped towards the door, in a vain attempt to leave. Michael, in one seemingly effortless move, pushed the door shut. He took Derrick's right hand and with a gentle pull, brought the older man's body into contact with his. Michael slowly moved his face towards Derrick's. Just as their lips were about to touch ... Ring ... Ring...Ring... The sound of the ringing phone shattered the intensity of the moment. Michael quickly fetched his phone from his pocket and answered it. The sound of his voice talking on the phone tailed off as Michael stepped into the bathroom to finish the call. "Sorry about that," Michael said as he emerged from the bathroom. Derrick moved forward, meeting Michael in the middle of the bedroom. As if in slow motion, their faces came closer and closer until their lips touched. Moments after they started kissing, all call was out the window. Derrick realized that this boy not only had a handsome smile, he was also an excellent kisser. With barely enough separation time to catch their breath, the kissing session continued. Then, much to Derrick's surprise, Michael took charge. He pulled back briefly and in one motion lifted his shirt over his head. Stepping back towards Derrick, Michael quickly removed the other man's shirt. As the shirts landed on the floor, their lips came together again and their intertwining tongues drove their passion to heights neither of them anticipated. Before they knew it, both were naked and lying on the bed. The kissing and the caressing continued. They tasted and enjoyed each other's body, each driving the other wild with desire. When Michael found Derricks throbbing erection, he broke the tongue dance just long enough to reposition himself on the bed. When Michael took Derrick's cock into his hot mouth, an audible moan escaped is parted lips. For a hesitant teenager, who was not into that sort of thing, Michael knew his way around and up and down Derrick's cock. Derrick had slow the boy down to prevent him from blowing his load too soon. Derrick gently urged Michael back up. The boy left a sloppy trail or kisses across Derrick's stomach and chest, his neck and then to his mouth where they kissed some more. "Let me fuck you," Derrick mumbled through the kissing. Michael pulled away. The shocked look on his face, told Derrick that the boy was a virgin. Derrick moved back in and started to kiss him again. Michael responded to the kiss and they continued to make out on the bed. "Yes," Michael mumbled after a while. Slowly, Derrick manoeuvred himself on top of Michael, pushing his legs apart. "Wait," Michael said. He reached over to a drawer beside his bed and pulled out a condom. "Please take your time," Michael said. Derrick carefully rolled the condom onto his cock, then returned to kissing Michael. "I have never done this before," Michael said as he gently broke their kissing and looked up into Derrick's eyes. Derrick saw the longing in the boy's eyes. "I believe you," Derrick said. "We can stop anytime you want." Michael reached up and kissed Derrick again, an indication that he wanted him to proceed. For a fleeting moment, Derrick thought about what he was about to do, then he positioned himself at the waiting, virgin hole. Not knowing what to anticipate, Michael closed his eyes and waited. Derrick sees the lube in the drawer and picks it up. Pouring some on his condom-coated cock, he guided it towards the waiting hole. With a gentle push he started to enter the virgin boy. When Michael tensed up, Derrick stopped, giving the teenager's body time to adjust to the anal invasion. As he kissed the boy passionately, Derrick slowly slid inside him until with one final push he was all the way in. Michael let out loud, guttural groan. "Fuck, dude, you're going to kill me," Michael managed to say between breaths. Derrick, his cock firmly embossed deep inside the boy, paused and held still. Michael's face had a grimace on it. The bright smile was gone and the boy's handsome face showed pain. "Just give me a break, dude" Michael said. Derrick pulled out and Michael rolled over and buried his face into the pillow, letting out a muffled groan. Michael laid still for a moment, before turning back over and looking at Derrick. "Are you allright, dude?" Derrick questioned. Michael did not answer. Derrick, a look of concern on his face, started to get up; but Michael stopped him. Michael gently pushed Derrick to lie down on the bed. Then Michael straddled Derrick and guided his still raging cock to his now deflowered hole. As Derrick's cock made its way back into the hole it had penetrated for the first time only moments ago, Michael was breathing heavily, in an attempt to dull the pain that the anal assault was bringing him. After a while, the pain started to subside and Michael started to enjoy himself. Slowly he raised himself up and down on Derrick's cock, leaning in occasionally to kiss the man who was taking his virginity. The fucking continued in earnest and without touching himself, Michael's own cock started to erupt. Without warning, the first stream of hot teen cum shot out of his cock. It flew well past Derrick's forehead, landing on the headboard. A second stream landed on the pillow next to Derrick's right ear, a third shot landing on his chest. By the time he was finished shooting his load, Michael's cock had drenched Derrick's chest in hot cum. When Derrick indicated that he was going to cum, Michael quickly stopped riding his cock, removed the condom and took his lover's cock into his mouth. Stunned by the move, but too close to stop, Derrick watched in amazement as Michael's hot lips clenched around his erupting cock. Wave after wave of hot cum shot into the teen's waiting mouth. After sucking him dry, Derrick nudged Michael up beside him and the two of them embraced and kissed. Michael grabbed a towel and wiped his own cum from Derrick's body before snuggling up to him. "Thank you," Michael said as he kissed Derrick's chest. Not knowing what to say, Derrick pulled Michael closer to him, giving him a gentle squeeze. After a brief moment, Michael got up and went to use the bathroom. Derrick looked over at the clock on the bedside table. 11:20 pm it said. "Can I take a quick shower?" Derrick asked as Michael emerged from the bathroom. "Help yourself," Michael said, motioning Derrick into the bathroom. While Derrick showered, Michael tidied up the bed, noticing the cum that was splattered on the headboard and on the pillow. As Michael removed the pillowcase, Derrick emerged from the bathroom drying himself off with a towel. He dressed in silence. When he was finished, Michael came over to him and kissed him again on the lips. "I need to be going," Derrick said as he picked up his shirt and pulled it on. "I know," Michael said. "Get home safely." Checking one final time to make sure everything was in order, Derrick moved towards the door. Michael kissed him one final time before opening the bedroom door. Slowly they both made their way outside in silence. At the front gate, Michael paused briefly, then reached out and shook Derrick's hand. Derrick hesitated a moment, then turned and walked slowly to his car. The engine started, the lights came on, and then he drove away. As Michael returned to the house and locked the front door, his mom called out from her bedroom, inquiring if everything was alright. "Everything is good, mom," Michael assured as he locked the front door and retired to his own bedroom. When he arrived at home, Derrick found that Jayson had fallen asleep on the sofa while watching television. Derrick went into the bedroom and got a sheet from the bed. With it he covered Jayson who was fast asleep. Then he turned off the television and went to bed. In the silence of the darkened bedroom, scenes from the earlier encounter replayed over and over in Derrick's mind as he dozed off to sleep.