Jordan

I succeeded in getting Jordan to get in the truck from my side.

Score: 1 for me. Although I knew saying 0 for him wasn’t even close to the truth.

A bit backwards, since he was the one to have started this going, but I was happy to take the lead, wherever I could. Or more likely, wherever he’d let me. But no need to blurt that out to anyone.

It still didn’t seem like Jordan had a clue how much control he had here, and I certainly wasn’t the type to just raise my hand and surrender it.

Even if it so seldom seemed like that’s how things had worked out so far.

Damn. I still don’t really know what it was that intrigued me about him so many months ago already.

Of course I knew he was smart. Hell. Everyone knew he was smart. But it didn’t make any sense at all that that was what first attracted me to him.

I also knew, as did everyone else, that the dude succeeded at more things than most people even tried to do. In their whole lives.

And he still never stopped.

I actually cut the fucker’s picture out of some stupid newspaper article about him and had carried it with me in my wallet. For months already.

Wow. Not like I was going to admit that to anyone.

Was it the challenge of trying to get to know him? Was it that I really thought I had somehow done something wrong and wanted him to forgive me?

Or can I actually flatter myself and say I saw something there that everyone else seemed almost too intimidated to see.

I looked at him sitting next to me in the darkness.

There was a warmth coming from him that I just didn’t know whether most people ever even had. And here he was sitting so close to me, here in the darkness.

Fuck. If I had had it in me, I would have kidnapped him right then and there.

But here was a guy I wanted to win. I wanted to be worthy of him somehow. The fuck even made me want to do better at what just naturally came easy to me. I hadn’t ever even had a single coach who had been able to do that.

And Jordan did it without even trying. Somehow.

Damn. His two cold hands held mine. Even that made my heart skip a beat.

The dude who had missed hint after hint, for months on end, was finally sitting next to me, in my truck, to head off, with just me.

I was hoping like hell I hadn’t really been too rough on him yesterday. I hoped I hadn’t fucked him too hard, that I hadn’t bitten him too hard, that I hadn’t worked too hard to assert my strength.

I wondered if he even remembered me sucking him off.

Only God or Satan knew what made me do that, but even in the midst of it I felt a peace I’m not sure I had ever felt before. And in the midst of that it seemed like he submitted to me way more than when I pounded him with my cock.

Another mystery: how did he just take my cock so easily?

Fuck. I pulled him close. Gave him a little kiss. Even thanked him, although I didn’t want to get in to what I was thanking him for.

I actually had no idea what his plan was here.

Jordan was never spontaneous. He was meticulous about everything. But here he wasn’t telling. And I wasn’t asking.

Just him being so close to me, with no one else around, seemed to be the best place I had ever been, in my whole life.

I kissed his cheek. He squoze my hand and smiled at me.

I don’t even think he noticed that I had left my pants undone. And a couple of buttons open.

So he could do whatever the hell he wanted to do.

Shit. And I kept telling myself I was the top here.

I started my truck, and we headed off in the darkness.

I had never even been out this time of day, so even that was about to surprise me.

I felt Jordan’s hand on my thigh. Fuck. I had tried for months and months to get him to move that hand onto my crotch. But this morning having it right there felt fine.

Damn. I was so happy that I had managed to get so much cum in him this week. And just as I complimented myself, it reoccurred to me how quickly he made my cum flow.

Forget about the months I would jerk off wishing he would make a move somehow. No matter how embarrassing it is for me to admit that. Even just looking at that damned little newspaper pic would set me off.

Forget about the months of wondering whether the dude was interested in sex at all.

Damn. That may have been the biggest surprise of the week.

I looked at him. Fuck. I loved looking at him. But how the hell had he become so damn horny, seemingly out of nowhere? Had I really not seen any of that coming, at all?

No matter how hard I fucked him, either his ass or mouth, he seemed to still want more. Way, way more. Almost frighteningly more.

How had I had no clue about that? At all?

And what if I actually can’t satisfy him?

Damn. I didn’t know anyone at all that had a clue this Jordan even exists.

I put my arm around him and squoze him close. The fucker snuggled in even tighter.

Fuck. He had to let me know what was going on here at some point.

But in the meantime we drove out of town, and onto the quiet road up the canyon.

With no one in sight at all.

I thought what a peaceful world that would be. Where it was just him and me. Going who knows where?

I smiled. With me pretending to drive, but happy to have him controlling me.

I was so happy I had moved the time up, even if it wasn’t like me at all to get up like this.

Into the darkness. Well aware that, before we knew it, the sun would rise.

I even asked him if it was ok to pull over and take one quiet kiss before dawn.

Fuck. I don’t think I had been that polite ever. To anyone.

But all I cared about was that he said yes.