Date: 18 Sep 2000 05:34:24 -0000
From: Mikey <mikey@maileditor.com>
Subject: Jordan's Story - 9

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

***


An Unforgettable Dance:


Jordan smiled down at Katie as they danced.  She smiled back thinking how
handsome he was.  A few inches short of six feet tall, brown hair and eyes,
strong and agile from the sports he played, the polite boy was her dream.

She had no way of knowing that he was wishing that Nate was here dancing
with him instead.  Katie was a friend, but that was all.  Nate was his
lover; big, blond, and beautiful, the strong young trucker turned Jordan on
like no one else.  But that was neither practical in this small town, nor
within the eyes of the law that saw his eighteen years as entirely to young
(not to mention, too male) for his son.

But still, he was having a good time at his first dance.  His body was
relaxed and still tingling slightly from the very thorough fucking Nate had
given him when he had gone to Nate's apartment to shower and dress.  Jordan
could still feel Nate's big cock in his mouth and ass, even after the
careful washing he had done afterwards.

"I'm hot.  Can we step outside for a breath of air?" Katie asked, as the
song ended.

"Sure."  Jordan wasn't at all reluctant to leave the crowded, over-heated
room.

They quietly slipped out of the big gym and made their way to the low wall
that separated the walk from the small flower plots.  They could see the
other students at the edges of the wall.  One of the chaperones leaned on
the wall making sure that the kids did not sneak off into the grounds or
get into too heavy petting, but otherwise ignored the small groups and
pairs.

Katie brushed off a portion of the wall at the corner of a small wooded
plot and sat down carefully.  Jordan leaned his elbow against a tree that
grew right up to the wall.  He could hear the wind in the trees and the
sounds of some of the kids sneaking through the gardens outside the wall.
He ignored them, turning to Katie with a cheerful look.

"You having fun, Katie?"

"Oh yes.  Thank you for asking me to come with you.  Even Jack is behaving
himself.  Sort of."

She giggled, remembering the glower her brother had met Jordan with at
their door and the outright howl of outrage when he saw Brad's Porsche
waiting for his sister.

Jordan grinned.  "Yeah.  I think Brad's car almost put him over the edge,
but your Dad was kicking his leg when he thought I didn't see."

Katie laughed.  Jordan smiled down at her.  She was a nice girl, and fun to
be with.  It wasn't her fault that he was gay and not interested in her as
other than a friend.  That was no reason not to make her night as fun as
possible.

He decided to try to steal a quick kiss.  Katie didn't object at all, but
from the corner of his eye Jordan saw the chaperone straighten and take a
step in their direction.

"Oops, got Mr. Adams' attention.  Time to go, Katie."

He lifted her down, then turned to wave at a group of boys and girls by the
door.

"Look Katie, there's Sam and the others.  Let's go join them."

He felt Katie's hand leave his arm and heard her gasp and then a high shaky
voice quavered, "Jordan?"

Jordan turned to see what was delaying her and froze in horror, his heart
pounding in his throat, choking him.

Pa had Katie by the hair, her head yanked back, and a revolver at her side.
Jordan swallowed.  He could smell the alcohol from here and recognized the
bloodshot glaze that shone from his eyes.  Pa was in a mad drunk.

The man slid slowly from the wall he sat on and straightened.  The move
drew a small whimper from the frightened girl as he pulled her along with
him.

"Pa, let her go.  Please," Jordan said desperately.

Pa swayed slightly, and then shook his head.  "I saw you slobbering on her,
boy.  I thought I taught you not to fool around with no girls.  You didn't
learn your lesson last time?"  You're gonna end up trapped with a stupid
little bastard like I did," the man said harshly.

"Pa, please let her go.  She hasn't done anything wrong.  It's my fault.  I
kissed her.  Please," Jordan begged.

The man glared at the pale boy.  Behind the tense confrontation, Jordan
heard the sudden silence, then the quick scurry of feet as the others
around them realized something was very wrong.  They clustered at the
doorway despite the urgings of the teachers and chaperones to get out of
the area.

Pa looked appraisingly at the tall brown haired boy.  "You know what I
want."

Jordan swallowed and dropped his eyes.  He felt nauseated, but Katie… He
said softly, "Yes sir.  I'll come with you.  Just let her go."

His father smiled evilly.  "Kneel, boy.  Right here in front of me."

Jordan cringed at the thought of what his brutal father might make him do
in front of everyone here, but he couldn't risk Katie.  Not like that.  Not
with the gun to her side.  There was no way Pa would miss her at that
pointblank range.

Katie watched with horrified eyes as Jordan unhesitantly dropped to his
knees, keeping his eyes on his dangerous father the whole time.  She
staggered as the alcohol reeking man suddenly pushed her away roughly.  She
backed away carefully until Sam was able to grab her and swing her behind
his body.  She peeked out again in terror for Jordan.

The man concentrated on the boy kneeling in front of him, ignoring the
teacher trying to talk to him.  Until the man moved too close.  The barrel
of the weapon and an evil glare both focused on Mr. Adams, making him stop
abruptly.  His attention returned to Jordan who had not dared move.

Jordan's father stroked his son's pale frightened face with the barrel of
the gun and spoke in an angry tone.

"I told you I would be back for you, you stupid little bastard.  You
thought you could get away with what you did to me?  Your friend, Smith,
moved on and has your old job now in his new place.  I heard from some
friends who're there.  But I'm afraid he isn't enjoying it as much as you
did."

Jordan shook his head.  "I never liked it, Pa.  I just did what you said."

A hard backhand lashed across his face almost knocking him over.  But the
gun never stopped following him.  He straightened slowly, one hand on his
swelling cheek.

"Shut your trap, boy.  You think you're too good for me now, huh?  Livin'
in the fancy house with the sheriff.  You thought I couldn't find you and
get you back where you belong?  Trash like you don't belong mixing with
others like this."

Jordan just watched him carefully.  When Pa was drunk like this you never
knew what would happen.  You just knew it would be bad.

The drunken man lifted the revolver slightly and stared down in to Jordan's
wary eyes.  "Let's play a game.  If you are lucky, we leave.  If not, well,
I been doing just fine without you anyhow."

He spun the cylinder of the revolver and dropped out all the rounds.  Then
he put one round back in the gun and snapped the cylinder closed, spinning
it several times.  He put the barrel on Jordan's forehead.

Jordan closed his eyes.  He was almost beyond terror now.  He heard gasps
of fright and terrified sobs behind Mr. Adams' pleading voice.

Pa ignored all of them.  "No, that's not right.  Open your eyes and look at
me."

Jordan obeyed mechanically.  The muzzle traced down over his nose and
nudged his mouth.

"Be a good boy.  You know what to do, don't you?  I used to watch you at
work.  You were wasted there.  But I knew what to do with you.  How to make
you behave," the man sneered.

Jordan slowly opened his lips and felt the muzzle of the weapon push into
his mouth, the front sight post catching, and cutting his lip slightly.  He
could taste the hard metallic tang of the gunpowder, the salty taste of his
blood.

He desperately wanted to gag as it slid slowly back and forth in an obscene
imitation of the loving act he had shared with Nate only a few hours
before.  He could hear someone begin to scream shrilly behind him and the
sound of sirens in the distance.

He shivered with the fury of his hate as he stared up at the sickening
drunk threatening him.  But his world narrowed to just the two of them as
his father drew back the hammer.

"You got me fired, boy.  You run off and then set the cops after me.  I
figure you need to learn your lesson.  You hit me.  You dared to hit me,
then run like the stinking coward you are."

He slowly tightened the trigger, his hate filled eyes locked on the
frightened, but defiant, eyes of the boy kneeling before him.  Jordan
flinched slightly as the trigger clicked.

His father laughed hoarsely and drew back the hammer again.

"Got you, boy.  You won't ever leave me again."

His finger squeezed slowly.

A shot rang out.

A body fell to the ground in slow motion, a single bullet to the head.

A girl screamed and screamed again, the shrill sound chasing the fading
echoes of the deadly shot.


***


Three large blond men, dressed in black, sat at the table and waited.  The
young woman holding the baby rocked her silently to keep the wide eyed
child quiet.  Her husband gently rested his hand on hers.  All eyes turned
to focus on the Sheriff, still in his uniform, as he approached the table.

As he sat down, the young man behind him stepped up to join them.  Smiles
broke out.

"Happy Birthday, Jordan!" they all said together.

Jordan smiled happily at his family.  Although he had not been born to
them, and was really only one of Nate's strays, they had taken him into
their lives without criticism for the trouble he had brought with him.
Tonight, they celebrated the end of the traumatic first year since Nate had
found a cold runaway walking down the highway all alone.  Nate's and his
first anniversary.

Nate met his eyes, remembering the bruised and wary boy, silently promising
that he would never be alone like that again.

Brad raised his glass.  "A toast.  May every year be better than the one
before."

Everyone chimed in.  Glasses clinked together.  The meal was excellent, the
company loving and supportive.  The lovers, both pairs, shared secret
glances and loving touches.

Brad had made the arrangements at the fine hotel he was a chef at for this
celebration dinner.  And a special surprise gift for Jordan.  A luxurious
suite for him and Nate to share tonight.  This morning, Nate and Jordan had
told the family that they were moving in together.  No one was really
surprised.  After dinner, Jordan and Nate eagerly went to their room.

It had taken the young man a while to recover after that horrible night
when Sheriff Blackmon had fired the fatal shot and saved Jordan's life.

The Sheriff had made the difficult decision and risked that the man's
finger would not tighten on the trigger when he died.  But Jordan would
definitely have died if he had not fired.  When they recovered the
revolver, the single round was in the firing chamber.

After the police finished questioning Jordan, no one said a word as he
crawled into bed with Nate.  He cried himself to sleep, allowing himself to
release the fear, anger, and hatred that he had hidden for so long.

Now, months later, Nate just held him close, unable to sleep with the
thought that he had come so close to losing Jordan permanently.

Jordan still had one more year to go in high school, but they would manage
somehow.  They knew they would run into prejudice and harassment, but they
were prepared to deal with it.  Jordan had been accepted to the local
community college and because he was a resident of the state, his tuition
was paid for as long as he kept up his GPA.  Colleges were a lot more
accepting than high schools.

Nate tightened his arms around the sleeping boy, no, young man now, not a
boy any longer.  Jordan had curled up against his lover's side, as always,
his nose buried in Nate's hair.  Jordan stirred slightly and snuggled
closer without really waking, his fingers twining into the fur on Nate's
chest.

Nate pressed a kiss into his hair and slid his hands gently down the slim
ribs.  He reached the curved butt and ran one finger along the crevasse,
drawing forth a vague murmur and slightly spread legs.  Nate shifted away
momentarily.  Jordan rolled on to his stomach, hugging the pillow.

Nate smiled.  'How convenient.'  The blond man spread his engorged cock
lightly with the lotion, then rolled on top of his friend, spreading his
buttocks and sliding easily into the hot tight ass.

Nate paused for a second, enjoying the warmth and grip of Jordan's anal
muscles.  Although usually very tight, the younger man was relaxed in sleep
and after the long session of love making the night before.  Then Nate
slowly began to move.  He felt Jordan wake.  The other's breathing
quickened and his ass clenched tightly before releasing him, allowing him
to move freely again.

Jordan murmured huskily, then glanced over his shoulder with sleep filled
eyes at the man moving over his prone body.  He contentedly spread his legs
a little more to give Nate better access.  Nate lay on his lover's back and
pumped slowly.  His arms were holding Jordan tightly to his body.

Jordan luxuriated in the tight confines of his lover's hold and looked back
with love and pleasure openly on his face, whispering tenderly.

"I like it when you lie on me like that.  I love the feeling of your cock
moving between my legs, and up deeply into my ass, the way you fill me so
completely."

Nate buried himself as far as he could and lay on Jordan to kiss him
deeply.  As their tongues twisted and probed, he reached his hands beneath
the young man's hips and gently stroked his partially aroused cock with one
finger until it began to stir.

Jordan moaned softly and his hips began to squirm, trying to rub against
the fingers that stroked him.  He was unable to move very much with the
weight pinning him to the bed.  He managed just enough to tease himself.

Nate whispered in his ear.  "Want to go try out that hot tub again?"

Jordan eagerly agreed.

As the tub filled with hot swirling water, Nate dropped in a handful of the
bath oils that were sitting by the tub.  He liked the clean herbal scent,
not flowery or perfumed, that rose in the steamy air of the open corner.
The tub was big enough for four people to sprawl in and lined with tiles
and mirrors.  The jets spun the water at varying heights.

Jordan slid into the hot water with a sigh of comfort, Nate close behind
him.  They held each other close as they kissed deeply, rubbing their cocks
together with gentle motions of their hips.

Nate turned the dark haired man around and urged him to kneel on one of the
submerged benches.  Jordan obeyed, glancing over his shoulder and watching
Nate.

Nate pushed his knees apart slightly, then a little more.  He knew he had
the right height when Jordan's eyes widened and he suddenly looked down
between his legs.

The jet pulsing the water was perfectly aimed at his rapidly hardening
cock, firmly, but not too sharply, massaging his cock and balls, the
bubbles tickling and floating up to brush against his exposed asshole,
carried in the stream of water flowing between his legs.  Jordan leaned his
arms and cheek against the smooth edge tiles and enjoyed the contrast of
the hot water and cool tiles.

Nate's hands stroked his back and ribs, down his legs, and across his arms.
Slowly Nate guided his big hard cock to Jordan's hole and pushed gently,
disrupting the flow of the water, letting it massage his cock and furry
balls as he slowly probed then entered his love.

Jordan straightened and leaned his head back against Nate's shoulders as
the two were joined in body and sensation, enjoying every touch, every
stroke, every kiss.  Nate rubbed his soapy hands through the light hair on
Jordan's chest, circling the taut nipples, dipping down to tease the head
of the cock bobbing in the water.  He bent Jordan forward again, bracing
his arms against the edge of the tub.

The big man began to move faster, leaving behind the gentle seduction and
moving into the powerful thrusts.  Jordan panted and slammed his hips back
to meet every stroke.  The water sloshed around them.

In the mirror, Nate watched Jordan's flushed face, his eyes drooping, his
mouth parted slightly with the tip of his tongue moisturizing his lips.
'So beautiful, and all mine.'

Nate felt his balls draw up tightly, the tingling deep inside warning him.
He grabbed Jordan's hips, lifting him to lie bent over the curved edge of
the tiles.  With Jordan open before him, he pushed in as deeply as he
could, arching his back and groaning with pleasure as he felt the hot
spurts pulse out of him.

Jordan felt the first splash of cum burning into his bowels.  He clenched
his ass as tightly as he could to milk every drop out of Nate.  As the
blond man collapsed on his lover, Jordan enjoyed his weight for a moment,
then rolled them over and pulled free.

"Now it's my turn, Nate."  Jordan started to chew on the lips beneath him.

Nate sighed and wrapped his arms around Jordan's neck, blue eyes meeting
brown.  "I'm all yours.  Now and forever."

Jordan smiled, determined to bring Nate all of the pleasure that he had
just experienced, with hands, mouth, and every part of his body.  They sank
into the hot water, steam rising to obscure the twisting, writhing bodies;
the gentle water sounds blending with the moans and gasps.

"I love you."

"I love you too."


***

This is the last chapter in Jordan's Story.  I hope you have enjoyed it.

Mike.

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Jordan's Story, Beginnings
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Because, Gay
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