Jordan

Wow. I hadn’t really anticipated having Jordan overwhelm me. Uh, let alone actually fuck me. Even I knew that might take me a bit of time to get my head around, but for now it simply seemed amazing.

The anticipation, the waiting, the wondering, even all the jerking off, for so long, hoping this would happen, didn’t do all that much to prepare me for the reality of it all.

The peacefulness of thinking how nice it would be to be locked away with Jordan, just the two of us, for an entire morning, somehow got eclipsed by the intensity of all these crazy moments.

I knew we had to go outside, before I exploded, and somehow disappeared into him. Not that that would be bad, at all. Just that I really wasn’t currently ready for it.

Fuck. And I had even anticipated things enough to let my girl down as easy as I could, even if Jordan had no idea yet. Mostly because I didn’t want to deal with her figuring out what was going on before I told her. And I had at least figured out a bit of a pathway forward, even as I anticipated Jordan would likely overthink things.

I really did want to control this. But I really hadn’t anticipated that he wanted me maybe even more than I wanted him. And seeing him endure me all but raping him through the week I suppose should have braced me.

But now I felt like all I really did was rape his ass. Ok. Maybe his mouth.

But this dude had raped my soul.

And I didn’t even want it back.

Who would have ever thought this could feel so amazing? And here I was gloating that I had gotten him to cum in me. Actually fuck and breed my ass. As I quietly wondered how soon it would be before I succeeded in getting him to do it again.

I did my best to move things along. To get us out in the fresh air. Even as Jordan actually started talking to me. Dammit. I loved listening to him almost as much as fucking him. I wanted to scream out that he had already taken more than I knew how to give, at least for just now. I wanted to promise that I would learn more quickly. I knew this was an opportunity of a lifetime, that most never even get lucky enough to see.

Fuck. I really wished he would have just handcuffed me and kidnapped me. And taken me away.

And at that point there wasn’t a single thing he did that didn’t actually make me love him even more. Not just want him. Not even just need him.

I had never so hoped I was up to the task ahead of me. As the adorable love of my life asked me some of the cutest, dumbest, most adorable things I could ever imagine.

I was back to plotting an even bigger conquest.

I was both exhausted and exhilarated. The fucker drained me. Seriously. And not just my cock, by any means. My body was having an orgasm, but nothing was coming out.

I had to lighten things up, even for just a moment.

I finally got us dressed, although I had to stop him from getting too dressed. Shit. Every fucking move he made seemed so naïve, especially for such a conqueror. I worked so hard not to rip off his clothes again, and fuck him one more time. Just to make sure he was real.

And then we got out of the bedroom. Even opened the door to the trailer.

Fuck.

Having the crisp cool mountain air hit my face somehow felt like Jordan had now gotten the entire world to gang up on me. Even the damned mountains were beautiful in ways I had never noticed. I stuck my hand down his pants, even got two fingers in his ass. Right at the door.

But the whole world seemed more beautiful than I had ever remembered it being. I looked at him. Those damned eyes of his were even more adorable in the sunlight. Was the fucker still being emotional, or did those damned eyes just sparkle like that all the fucking time?

Shit. All I could think of was fucking him again. As soon as possible. I had to remember that this was real.

The fucker looked at me, and gave me the most adorable little kiss. I caught my breath. I had to be strong here. I even tried being light hearted.

I saw the fresh hickey I had just given him on his lower lip. Fuck. Why just one?

We stepped out into the big outdoors.

I was barely paying attention to anything but the wild wrapping itself around us. I even ridiculously thought of screaming out loud how much I loved him.

Why had I been so far off, in underestimating how this guy would actually affect me?

He kissed me again. Gave me the cutest look imaginable. Even slipped his hand into my pants.

Damn. I had missed his touch, from the second we were no longer naked. A slight breeze blew through the trees. He hugged me closer. My cock loved his touch even more than I did.

And the quiet Jordan broke the ice.

“So you really ok with my embarrassing myself in front of you?”

I laughed and said yes. As I quietly thought I wished it were even possible.

Then he blurted it out: “Damn. I already miss you.”

Fuck. I was supposed to be the one who read his thoughts, not him mine. But he had my cock in his hand, so he knew I was already hard again. Or still.

I looked at him. It almost felt like I was becoming him. Wow. How cool would that be?

“Just ahead of us, on the left, see that picnic table?”

Uh. Now I was bewildered. But only for a second.

“I would love it if you would fuck me on it.”

I pushed a third finger in his hole. As it occurred to me that that was the first time he had actually initiated sex.

My cock was now close to throbbing, with his hand on it inside my pants. We hadn’t even made it 100 yards out of the trailer. He was already undoing me.

But at least he told me he missed me before I had had to tell him I missed him.

“You don’t have to go wild or anything. I just want to feel you in me, if that’s ok.”

Wow. Now he was going to school me on loving. Not just fucking.

I was wishing I could give myself credit for any of this.

I leaned into him and kissed him. Deep. Soft. Hard. And within minutes he was on the table, on his back, looking up at me as we reconnected. Damn. My cock felt so good, all the way inside him.

This was way more than just fucking.

As he looked so amazing, looking up at me, and I held him close.

Now the outdoors knew how much I loved him. And my cock helped me out by shooting in that hole that I owned.

I backed off, just enough to look into his eyes. He once again broke the ice: “I need to come up with something more than just I love you.”

I smiled. Why had I ever waited so long before taking a more serious first move here?

I squoze him, so so hard.

He was melting in my arms. My eyes watered as I kissed him.

I didn’t care any more.