Jordan

Two Hours?

I headed home. No one was there.

1:41.

Should I shower?

Hell no. I loved how I smelled like sex with Jordan. No matter how unlike me that was.

I wished I could smell like him forever.

Although, to be honest, I was a bit of a mess. I wasn’t even sure whose cum was whose, in my hair, in my pubes. Even part of my armpit hair was matted down.

I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror.

I closed my eyes and thought of everywhere Jordan had licked me. I even fingered my own ass, and brought the finger up to my nose. I knew that was his cum, as I licked it off.

Fuck. I could barely believe I was acting like this.

I grabbed the base of my cock. Shit. Yes. I still felt it. So I gently looked at the massive hickey Jordan had left. At my insistence. Of course my cock went hard thinking about how often Jordan’s face had been down there in the last 7 or 8 hours.

Damn. That really was the best morning of my entire life so far.

It was just a bit before 2.

Ok. I could trim my pubes. If for no other reason than to let Jordan get at me easier.

Not exactly an errand I needed to run. But it was a way to pass the time.

Fuck. He really had bitten me. I smiled.

Looked at my body in the mirror. Saw a small hickey under my left armpit. Saw another small one, it seemed, at the backside of my cockhead.

Closed my eyes again and thought of Jordan.

I was sure he had marks all over his body. I was so damned proud.

I wonder what he’s doing?

2:07.

Trimming my pubes took longer than I thought.

Fuck. I am not waiting until 3:30. And I’m not running any damned errands.

At 2:30 I called. Took him two rings to pick up. Damn. I wanted to be there.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“This is Eddie.”

He almost laughed. “I miss you more.”

“Promise?”

I wasn’t waiting for an answer.

“Come over at 3. Please?”

“I haven’t even showered yet.”

“You better not.”

I knew I could see him smiling. Maybe even crying.

“I’ll leave the front door unlocked. Just lock it once you come in. We have the house to ourselves.”

I could somehow feel how much he missed me.

“I’ll be in bed waiting for you.”

“You’re naked now?”

Fuck. His voice had long since made me hard.

“I wish I had taken your clothes off. For both of us.”

“Don’t even think of being even one minute late.”

Shit. How was I ever going to find enough time to love him the way I wanted to?

I breathed deep. “I love you, Jordan.”

“You found the flower?”

Fuck. I knew his eyes were tearing up.

“I miss you more.”

“I want to eat you.”

“Ok.”

It was 2:36.

I threw on cologne, drew the drapes, and crawled into bed. I kind of wanted to piss. And kind of wanted to make sure I had some in me.

Fuck. I missed HIM more.

I tried to stop my cock from being so damned hard. Of course that didn’t help.

At 2:48 I heard the door opening.

I heard it lock.

And there he was at my doorway.

Fuck. I felt like such a bottom.

Did that mean he might fuck me again?

Damn. Just seeing him was so nice. My heart was warm. Was I trying to ignore my throbbing cock.

Jordan smiled.

Then he locked the door.

Then he undressed.

Fuck. I loved every single move he made.

And he hadn’t even said anything yet.

At all.

Just seeing his naked body made me tremble. No way I was going to let him know that.

I opened the covers.

He smiled again as he snuggled into me.

Who cares if I couldn’t help but cum as he touched me.