Date: 31 Aug 2000 19:52:59 -0000
From: Mikey <mikey@maileditor.com>
Subject: Jordan's Story - 8

Author's note: Hey, you found this story in the Nifty gay archive site, so
you ought to know that it contains graphic adult male-male sex.  Hopefully,
it also has a story you will like.  If you aren't supposed to read this
stuff, please don't.  Otherwise, Enjoy.  Fantasies don't need protection,
real life does.  Play it safe.  Mikey

***

Going to the Prom:


Nate yawned as he pulled into the driveway.  He had been on the seat so
long that his butt had gone numb.  But finally, he was at his Dad's place.
He spotted a figure dashing out to the rig and grinned.  Here came Jordan.

Nate was desperately in love with the younger man, but was trying to wait
until the boy graduated from high school.  Jordan was eighteen now, but was
also lived with Nate's father, and the burly man had spelled it out rather
clearly to the two young men - no sex.  Nate was disappointed, but
obedient.  Jordan wasn't nearly as patient.

Jordan yanked open the door of the cab and glanced in quickly to make sure
that Nate was alone.

Nate had time to smile and say, "Hi Jordan.  What's up... oooff?"

Jordan pounced.

Nate finished the sentence talking to the roof of the cab as Jordan shoved
him bodily back on to the seat, yanking up Nate's T-shirt and down his
zipper.  Jordan reached into his lover's underwear and scooped out the
goodies he had been waiting for.  His mouth opened and he dived in.

Nate stared in bemusement at the dark head buried vigorously in his crotch
and asked in amusement, "Did you miss me?"

Jordan pulled free with an audible slurp and swarmed up Nate's prone body
to plant a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss on his friend before sliding down
again.

Nate swallowed experimentally.  Yep, his tonsils were still there, despite
Jordan's tongue.  Then he reached down to stroke the soft hair bobbing up
and down on him and lay back with a happy sigh to enjoy Jordan's
enthusiastic greeting.  Jordan was definitely much better at getting his
whole eight inches down his throat than he had been that first time.

His breathing quickened and his hips began to pump as Jordan used both
hands to slide his jeans down.  Nate felt greasy fingers probe his hole.
'Jordan remembers where I keep the KY,' he thought with his last coherent
thought, before those fingers drove pleasure in and cognition out.

He moaned and Jordan sucked harder, seeking the sweet creamy load Nate
would soon reward his efforts with.  He was not disappointed and swallowed
frantically.

Nate stretched and started to sit up, but Jordan wasn't done yet.  Nate had
been gone entirely too long.  The dark haired boy pulled off of Nate's
still firm cock and with a strong twist of Nate's legs, rolled him over,
leaving his legs hanging out the door, his butt bare and ready.

"Jordan!" Nate said in surprise as the tube of KY poked into his asshole.
He squirmed and complained with laughter in his voice, "Oh, that is Cold!"

Jordan ignored him, yanking his soccer shorts down just far enough to let
his seven-inch erection spring out, and pushing slowly and steadily into
Nate's ass.

Nate wiggled and moaned as the friction of Jordan's slow and steady fucking
warmed the lubrication.  Warm became hot and Nate's cock hardened as Jordan
sped up only enough to torment him with longing.

"Jordan, you are making it very hard to be good.  How am I supposed to wait
when you do things like this?" Nate asked between gasps.

Jordan's reply was somewhat muffled as he nuzzled the back of Nate's neck,
but his actions were unmistakable.

"Hard is good.  I like hard," he mumbled as he groped beneath Nate's body
to grasp the hard cock and began jacking.

Nate moaned and stopped trying to think as the younger man began to plunge
forcefully, slamming his hips against the seat with every stroke.  The slim
blond man wiggled enough to pull off his shirt and lie on it.  Nate lay
beneath the lithe muscular body and loved the feeling of the bare sweaty
chest rubbing so energetically against his back.  Jordan had grown just
enough hair this past year to provide a delicious scrape.

Soon, Jordan was gasping, his balls tight against his cock, then Nate felt
the hot flood of Jordan's cum deep inside his body.  Nate's throbbing cock
pulsed.

He yelled in alarm, "Jordan!  I'm cuming.  Not on the seat!"

Nate was very picky about his truck and kept it spotless.  Jordan laughed
and grabbed the rag from beneath the seat and wrapped it around the sharply
cut head of Nate's cock just in time to catch the flood in his fist.

Jordan pulled out of Nate and helped him roll over, his cock lying limply
to one side, his knees bent and legs dangling out the door of his rig.
Jordan lay on top of Nate and kissed him deeply.

"Welcome home, Nate."

The young blond trucker pulled the teen close.  "God, I love you so much,
Jordan.  Two more months is going to kill me too."

Jordan giggled and wiggled free, jumping down to the ground and adjusting
his shorts.  "Come on, let's get the monster washed."

Nate just groaned and pulled himself up slowly.  "Where did all this energy
come from?  Can I have some?"

 "Sure.  I'll share again."  Jordan leered and started to climb back in the
truck.

Nate fended him off and jumped down, landing agilely despite the jeans
around his ankles.  He pulled up his pants.  "Oh no you don't.  Dad will
get home and find me drooling and gibbering in the truck from an overdose
of you, and when he finishes with me, your favorite toys will be gone."

Jordan laughed and jogged for the hose.  The sun was warm, the water cold,
and the young men happy in their time together.  The truck gradually
gleamed.  Sunday afternoon passed all too quickly.

~~~~

Monday morning, in the gym after the last phys Ed class for the year,
Jordan stepped dripping from the shower.  He stood by his locker and rubbed
his hair dry with a towel.  The gym was very rowdy and noisy.  The other
boys joked and horsed around, snapping towels and teasing.  Jordan felt
eyes on him and looked up.

Jack was staring at his cock, turning red rapidly, his scowl growing into
full-fledged rage.

'What was going on?'

An enraged roar interrupted the locker room play.  "Jordan!  You bastard
son of a bitch.  I'm going to kill you!"

Jordan froze and swallowed in alarm.  Uh oh, Katie must have said something
about what happened Friday night while they were babysitting Ashley.  They
had only petted and played, but it had gone pretty far.  Obviously too far
for her very over protective brother.  Jack had pounded guys for much less.

Jordan wrapped the towel around his waist and tried to calm Jack down.
Normally they were friends, but he did not think that would save him.
Jordan was the faster runner, but wet from his shower, wearing only the
little gym towel, he wasn't going to get too far.

"Jack, calm down," he said somewhat nervously.

Jack lurched across the locker room.  Other boys scattered, then watched in
fascination.  Jack had beaten up more than one of them.

Jack snarled at Jordan.  "I didn't know what she was talking about
yesterday, but now I do.  Just how far did you go that night?"

Jack shoved both hands against Jordan's chest, pushing him into the locker.
Jordan moved quickly.  With one sudden move, he grabbed Jack's arm and
twisted.  Jack found himself with his face in the locker and Jordan behind
him with Jack's thick arm twisted up behind his back.

After Pa had beaten Jordan so badly that last time, Nate's brother Mark,
had given the teen an intense grounding in self-defense.  Mark had started
learning self-defense as a young teen.  The younger brother of an
acknowledged gay, and looking exactly like his brother, had made high
school rough.  Until he learned enough to defend himself, and then enough
to flatten most opponents, he had gotten beaten up regularly.  He had kept
his skills up and was now a black belt instructor at the local academy.
Jordan really appreciated his help.  He wasn't ever going to be anyone's
punching bag again.

"Jack, let's get dressed and discuss this outside.  I am not going to stand
here and smear Katie's name all over the locker room," Jordan hissed into
Jack's ear and twisted his arm until the bigger boy reluctantly agreed.

Jack tended to think with his muscles and not his brain.  But even he
understood that.  They glared at each other as they yanked on their clothes
and went outside.  Jack's snarl discouraged the onlookers and they had a
moment of privacy.

Jack glared at Jordan.

"I heard Katie and Lizzie talking about eating bananas.  Lizzie said
something about peeling them first and Katie said it wasn't necessary, it
worked just as well with the skin on.  Lizzie was surprised and asked her
where she found that out.  Katie wouldn't tell her, but when I saw your
uncut dick I knew that you had done something Friday night when she was
babysitting with you.  Now I'm going to rip it out by the roots and stuff
it down your own throat."  Jack stared at the other boy.  "I thought we
were friends.  How could you do that with my baby sister?"

Jordan sighed and rolled his eyes.  "I told her not to tell Elizabeth
anything."

That did not seem to comfort Jack and only made his fists clench tighter.
Jordan raised his hands to hold him back for a moment.

"Jack, I admit we played around on Friday.  But we did not go all the way."

Jack snarled.  "Far enough for her to know what you look like!"

Jordan shrugged and glared back at Jack.  "I didn't do anything that she
didn't want me too.  We did some heavy petting and that was it.  And if you
hadn't blown up in the locker no one would have known anything!"

Jack glared and muttered, but looked down in the face of Jordan's annoyed
stare.  "Just don't do it again.  Stay away from my sister."

Jordan sighed.  "Jack, I'm not going to get Katie in trouble, but I did
promise to take her to the Prom.  Now try to calm down and not ruin it for
her, huh?"

It took some more arguing, but eventually Jack reluctantly agreed and
stalked off.  Jordan watched until he was gone, then sighed, and leaned
against the side of the building in relief.

He jumped as he heard someone chuckle.  He spun around and saw Sam, the
goalkeeper from the soccer team, and one of his friends, walking over
carrying two book bags.

"Hey, you're still alive!  What did you do to set Jack off?  Kiss Katie or
something?"

Jordan nodded and took his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder.  "Or
something," he said ruefully.

"And you're not in bloody little pieces?  Wow.  Are you that brave, or that
stupid?"  Sam joked.

"That stupid," Jordan said.  "I asked her to go to the dance with me."

"Ouch.  That's going to hurt," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

Jordan laughed.  "You're telling me.  I am definitely glad it isn't
football season, or Jack would be using me as his tackling dummy."

The boys laughed and joked into the building.

Lizzie saw Jordan and Sam already sitting down at the table for lunch.  She
nudged Katie and they joined the boys.  Lizzie gave Jordan a predatory look
that made him feel more endangered than the salad on her tray.

Jordan glanced at Katie and spoke softly, "I thought you weren't going to
bring up the other night."

She blushed slightly.  "Lizzie and I were talking, and it just came out.
Why?"

Sam chortled.  "Jack nearly ripped his head off during gym today."

Katie looked alarmed.  "He didn't hurt you, did he?" and looked over Jordan
anxiously.

Jordan shook his head.  "No, I managed to convince him to leave me in
enough pieces to take you to the dance on Friday."

Katie smiled in relief.  As the girls finished their lunch and rose, she
impulsively kissed Jordan on the nose.  They both heard a low growl behind
them and the clatter of a tray as Jack saw that.  Katie glared at her
brother and left with a toss of her head.

Sam stared open-mouthed at his friend.  "You have a death wish, don't you?"
he asked incredulously.

Jordan just rolled his eyes and wiped the lipstick off his nose.
"Obviously."

---

That evening, Jordan and the Sheriff were eating dinner with Brad and Nate.
Jordan toyed with his food nervously.  This drew suspicious stares from the
three men who were more used to seeing his vacuum cleaner impression during
meals.

 Finally, the Sheriff set down his fork and asked, "Jordan.  What is the
matter?  Did you fail your social studies exam?  Get in a fight at school?
Rob the liquor store?"

Jordan looked up and smiled.  "No sir.  Nothing like that.  I was just
wondering if I could borrow one of the cars for Friday night?"

"What's up Friday?" Nate asked in amusement.

Jordan flushed as his secret lover looked at him and then said in a rush to
the Sheriff, "Sir, Katie wants me to take her to the School's Out for
Summer dance, and I can't see picking her up to ride in the back of the
patrol car.  I don't think her father would like that.  Or maybe he would.
But even if he would, I wouldn't, so can I borrow a car?"

 Nate stared at him in shock.  Brad started to laugh.  Even the Sheriff
smiled.

"No, that probably would not be a good idea.  You can use the pickup, if
you want.  The car needs that broken shock replaced still."

Brad grinned.  "I'll let you use my car.  Its better than the truck."

Jordan gaped.  "You'd let me drive the Porsche?  Thanks Brad.  I'll be
really careful with it."  He knew how much Brad loved that black car.

Nate leaned back in his chair and asked carefully, "When did you start
dating Katie?"  He kept his voice neutral.

Jordan looked over at him and replied in a surprised voice, "Oh, we're not
seeing each other.  She helped me baby-sit Ashley the other night and told
me she wanted to go to the dance with someone besides Lizzie.  And Jack has
scared off anyone else who could possibly ask her.  So I did."

Nate raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched.  "And he doesn't scare you?"

Jordan smiled.  "Nah, I run faster than him.  He only threatened to rip off
my dick and stuff it down my throat if I touch her.  No problem.  Mark's
lessons really helped."

Brad laughed.

Nate leaned back in relief.  Jordan did not seem too excited about taking
Katie out.  Nate's dad and brother both felt a sense of relief that Jordan
was getting interested in girls, rather than Nate.  Luckily, they were not
telepathic.

Jordan ate his dinner, hoping to get Nate to himself for long enough to get
the dessert he really wanted.  Thick and creamy, not too bitter, not too
sweet, and in such a nice package.  Ummm.

***

Friday finally arrived.  Jordan carefully drove Brad's Porsche to Nate's
apartment to change his clothes.  He had the rented tux wrapped in plastic.
Nate smiled as he opened the door.

"Hi Jordan, aren't you a little early?  I thought the dance isn't until
seven."

Jordan grinned.  "I thought I'd model the tux for you.  Since I can't go
with the date I really want, at least you can see me all dressed up.
Besides," he raised an eyebrow in a lecherous grin.  "I need my back
washed."

Nate smiled and locked the door.  "Well, let's see what we can do to fix
that."

Jordan eagerly started to yank off his clothes.

 Nate caught his hands and said gently, "Slow down.  We have hours before
you have to go."

The young man stopped, then smiled at his lover.  "Okay, Nate.  Your lead."

Nate tilted his head slightly and ran his tongue along the soft lips which
parted eagerly.  He dipped into the moist warm mouth that still tasted like
the wintergreen candies Jordan liked.  As he slowly tasted every tooth and
crevasse, Jordan moaned and pushed closer to him.  Jordan's hands began to
roam over Nate's tall hard body, seeking the soft fur of his chest that the
boy adored.  Nate slowly unbuttoned the black cotton shirt Jordan wore.
Jordan followed his example, then rubbed his lightly haired chest against
Nate's thick golden pelt.

Nate pulled Jordan into the small bedroom with a big, sturdy poster bed.
Gently he eased the boy down on his back and lifted his hands over his
head.

"Here, Jordan.  Hold on to the headboard."

Jordan obeyed, then a memory struck and he looked slightly alarmed.  He
asked plaintively, "You aren't going to squeeze off my cock again, are you
Nate?"

Nate just smiled.  "You didn't enjoy that?"

Jordan flushed and wiggled slightly.  "I never came so hard in my life.
You know that.  But it still hurt."

Nate grinned and lowered his mouth to Jordan's brown nipple, licking at it
until it puckered.  "Just keep your hands up there and I promise you'll
enjoy everything."

Jordan's eyes lit up and he spoke somewhat breathlessly as Nate's tongue
found the other nipple.

"I love you, Nate."

"I know."

Nate's mouth worked down the boy's flat stomach until he reached the button
of his jeans.  Using his teeth, he pulled it loose and then dragged down
the zipper slowly.

Jordan's breath caught as Nate put his mouth over the hard bulge pushing
out his jockeys and slowly blew the warm air out.  His hips rose as he
tried to press closer.

Nate slid off Jordan's running shoes and then the rest of his clothing,
then grasping his ankles, spread his unresisting legs as wide as they would
go.  He hooked Jordan's heels over the side of the mattress to keep them
open.  He stood at the foot of the bed as Jordan looked past his erect cock
and saw Nate framed in his spread legs.

The handsome blond man slowly caressed his pecks, playing with his own
tits, and rubbing his hands in the fur, before sliding out of his shirt.
Jordan gasped and started to lower his hands.

"No, hold still and watch, love.  This is just for you," Nate said and
licked his lips slowly as he smiled.

Jordan put his arms back with a sigh of pleasure.

Nate looked at the beautiful boy on the bed and wondered again how he had
gotten so lucky to find such a wonderful friend and lover.  Nate lowered
his hands along his ribs and unzipped his jeans, then reached in and with
one finger lightly stroked the cock that swelled up as it leapt free from
its confinement.  He was not wearing any underwear.  He rubbed his fingers
along the broad cut head until the first drop of precum oozed out.

Jordan's breathing quickened as the young trucker slid down his jeans,
stepping out of the boots and the leg with one smooth motion.  Jordan
thought that Nate was so graceful and controlled.  The strong muscles
quivered slightly as the older man balanced, but easily kept him upright.
Very upright, as he straightened to reveal his full eight inch erection.

Nate spread his legs slightly, just enough for Jordan to clearly see the
rounded furry balls that hung behind his cock.  Nate cupped them and held
them out to the dark haired boy and Jordan moaned in desire.

'I can't believe it.  I'm so hard it hurts and Nate has barely even touched
me.'

Nate squeezed the tube of KY lavishly over his two fingers, swirling it
until they looked like a soft ice-cream cone.  Then he put his foot on the
bed and turned slightly so that the younger man had a perfect view of him
pushing the two fingers steadily into his ass until they were completely
buried.

Nate proceeded to slowly slide them in and out.  Pausing to swirl them
around the puckered hole, before plunging deeply within again.  His other
hand cupped his balls and gently cuddled them, occasionally running his
hand up to curve his thumb around the swollen head of his cock.

Jordan stared, entranced, wondering how he could feel so jealous of a pair
of fingers.  When he thought he could not stand it any more, Nate dropped
to his knees between Jordan's legs and ran his greased fingers from the
back of his balls to the quivering rosebud below them.  He paused, looking
at the straining boy.

"Nate, please," Jordan begged.

Nate smiled and lowered his head.

Jordan sighed with relief as Nate finally touched him.  Then gasped as the
warm wet tongue plunged completely inside him without pause.  Nate tongued
and wiggled and licked and nibbled, until Jordan panted frantically, his
hips lunging up to meet every deep plunge.

Nate pulled back and cupped Jordan's rounded cheeks in both hands, lifting
and spreading him open and vulnerable.  Jordan slid his legs over Nate's
thighs, then cried out in ecstasy as Nate slammed into his ready body with
no further preliminaries.  It burned for an instant, but the pain
disappeared as Nate's hard rhythm stroked across his prostate with every
deep plunge.  Jordan arched his back and gritted his teeth when he felt
that tingling deep inside his balls.

"Nate, I'm coming.  Oh god that feels so good.  Don't stop," he moaned
happily.

Nate pulled gently on Jordan's testicles and stroked his hand along the
hard cock until he felt the quivering warning of eruption.  He pulled free
of Jordan's hot, tight ass and closed his mouth over the head just in time
to catch the first spurt of hot cum.  He swallowed once, then lifted off,
and aimed Jordan's cock at his heaving chest, watching as the thick ropes
of creamy fluid spurted over the gasping boy.

When he had milked the last drop out with his hand, he began to clean
Jordan's body.  First, he got to the still partially erect cock, probing
the sensitive slit with his tongue, and listening to the boy moan.  Then he
began on his stomach and chest, running his mouth over the hard muscles and
taut skin, swirling gently in the fine hair, stroking over the tight nubs
on his chest.  Tracing up the muscular neck and reaching the jaw, then the
mouth that blindly sought his.  He kissed Jordan deeply, sharing the creamy
cum until the younger man's body relaxed and his dazed eyes opened.

Jordan's arms came down from above his head and he wrapped them around
Nate's neck, pulling them tightly together.

"I love you, Nate."

"I love you too, Jordan."

They lay together for a short time, catching their breath.  Then Nate
smiled down at Jordan.

"Hey, what do you say to that shower now?"

Jordan laughed and wiggled his hips against Nate's still erect cock.
"Okay.  But I get you this time."

Nate sighed happily, "Oh yes."

Despite a very long, and very, very hot, shower, Jordan managed to get
dressed and out the door just in time.

Nate thought he looked gorgeous in the tuxedo and wished that he was going
to a formal with Jordan.  But they had only a few more months to go and
they would no longer have to hide what they were to each other.  The young
man consoled himself with that thought as he watched his love get in the
sports car to take someone else to a dance.

Neither dreamed of how this night would end.


~~~~

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Mike.

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