Jordan

The next morning I was determined to act as normal as possible, although not having slept well I wasn’t all that sure how well that would go. Damn. I never gave a second thought to anything like that before.

Nobody seemed to notice anything. They seemed as happy as ever to just hang around. I was doing my damnedest to make sure no one saw anything amiss.

And then Jordan arrived.

I was so worried that he might feel guilty about what happened, that he might try to blame himself somehow. Fuck. I had no idea how to move things forward.

He said hi. It almost pissed me off. Just “hi”? My damned heart was pounding. At least he said hi.

I hit the dude next to me. As always, the moron seemed flattered. I glanced Jordan’s way. Did he know I would rather have just gently touched even one of his fingers?

But he did say “hi”. So maybe he wasn’t feeling guilty. Does that mean he had done something like that before? My mind was like a yoyo. Was it just another day to him? Did he not realize I had never shot that fast? Ever?

Jordan was casually saying hi to someone else. I had my followers. But Jordan said hi to everyone. To god damned every single person. Fuck. I don’t want to be one more of every single person. Not to him.

I breathed deep. Tried to reassure myself. Why did I feel it so strongly in my heart? Why didn’t I just go hard and want him to suck my cock again?

Damn. I loved his blue eyes. I loved the way he looked at me. Especially as I unloaded my cum into his mouth.

Nobody had ever sucked me like that before. Nobody. Ever. No girl. No guy. Not even in my dreams.

I looked at him again. I was always so confident when I looked right at people. And yet there was something I didn’t want him to see in me that morning.

I tried being casual with another dude, just passing by. More flattery.

Fuck. Was he thinking about me, or just going about his day?

I saw him a couple of times during the course of the day. I didn’t want to just see him. But I couldn’t quite figure out how to at least casually bump into him.

I saw my girl. Good kisses. Damn. She couldn’t know I was wondering how Jordan would have reacted if I had been kissing him like that. Did I go too far in getting him to promise not to feel guilty?

And then I bumped into him. Almost on purpose. But it was just him and me.

He looked at me. Damn those blue eyes of his. I wanted to dive in. He seemed somehow embarrassed. But he spoke first. What a relief. I had no idea what to say. I just wanted something more than hi.

“Thank you for yesterday, Eddie.”

Fuck. Did he really breathe deep and slow when he said that, or was I imagining that?

I wanted to hug him. Touch him. Kiss him. Fuck. My dick was so limp I could feel it limp. And if my heart could have cum it would have. Right there.

I collected myself. I smiled. “You’re ok?”

Was it dumb to say that?

He smiled. His eyes let me in. “I can still taste you.”

Fuck. I swear my soft dick just leaked pre-cum in my pants.

"I tasted you all night."

I bumped fists with him. So softly. His hand opened and he touched my fist.

And then we had to move on.

“I’ll see you at practice, right?”

The guy had me speechless. Again.

Damn. I was the guy in control. Always. But I didn’t even want to be here. I looked at him as we went our ways.

I felt my dick. I actually did leak pre-cum. And I still wasn’t hard. At all. But my heart felt so warm.

And I did my best to get through the rest of the day. Just kept thinking of him saying thank you. Tried so hard not to think of him saying he could still taste me.

Fuck. I had to be ready for after our workout…

I went early to change. I even wanted to make sure I put cologne on before working out. Who was I kidding. Just for Jordan.

And he was there already. My heart beat hard. I was actually hoping he couldn’t hear it.

This was all so unlike me. Damn. The guy was deeper in my mind than I could even imagine getting into him.

But there I was. Changing my clothes. Trying hard not to be an exhibitionist. Or trying hard to be one. Got my pants off as soon as I could, hoping he would at least see my cock before he headed out. I was cocky enough to know guys loved wishing they had a cock and balls like mine. Even if all I wanted was for Jordan to still be interested. I tried to be casual. Even occurred to me to pretend to drop my jock close to his feet.

I almost sighed when he leaned over to pick it up. I even noticed that he picked it up by the pouch. Not the strap.

And he smiled at me as he handed it to me. As I got closer to accept it. I even tried to rub my balls in his face. I didn’t even care anymore if others coming in might see.

He still smiled. Even as my balls almost hit his face. And my dick.

Fuck. Did he quietly sneak a kiss in to my cock head, or did I imagine that?

And the fucker told me thank you, before I could say thank you to him. And there I was speechless. Again.

Damn. It was good sports came easy to me. Hell. I didn’t really do anything that didn’t come easy to me. Except this damned Jordan.

All I could think about was whether he really had quietly kissed my cock. Whether he was thinking about me. Even half as much as I couldn’t help but think about him.

Would he be willing to suck me again?

Fuck. Practice went on forever…