Jordan

Having Jordan underneath me in the outdoors felt like a whole new kind of conquest.

The morning inside had been intense and amazing, but being outdoors with him underneath me almost made me feel like I was on top of the whole world.

It may have been that I had fucked him so so much that his ass really was quite swollen (fucking adorable, I might proudly add, but very swollen), but on the table it felt almost like his ass was hugging my cock.  This seemed way more like an actual coupling than like some kind of violent conquering.

Damn.  I knew I was smitten.  I knew I had been fantasizing being smitten with him for quite a while already, but being alone with him, here in the middle of nowhere, made me think more and more about how wonderful life could be with him.  With just him.

Fuck.  And as I gradually pulled out and looked at his freshly fucked body there on the table, I really couldn’t help but go down on him.  Damn.  Once again.  And of course that easily led to him turning around so he could go down on me as well.

Shit.  His stamina really seemed endless, even as we put ourselves together, more or less, and headed off to walk around a bit.  I just couldn’t quite tell if we were winding down, or winding up.

It wasn’t that I cared about top and bottom roles or anything like that.  Although just thinking that kind of shocked me.  I had never before ever imagined being under a guy.  Having a guy in me.  But somehow it really made me proud, rather than embarrassed.

Fuck.  I had the ability to prevent anyone else from ever having this guy.  Me.

But I did just want to be close to him, as he layed there, looking up at me, looking so content with so much of my seed, so deep inside him.

Who would have ever thought it could be so amazing kissing him when both our mouths were full of each other’s cum…

My cock hadn’t really been soft all morning, and at this point we really seemed to have cum all over us.  But we more or less put ourselves together (likely with more emphasis on the less rather than the more), as he took me to where he admitted he first fantasized about knowing me.

Another crazy thought.  This dude was jerking off just thinking about knowing me.  Even while I was quietly jerking off thinking about getting my cum in him.  And now I was more and more on his page, as he quietly showed me how much more there was to life than simple fucks.

I’d look into his blue eyes and all but ask for a baby.  Some total combination of his DNA with ine.  I knew if there were any way possible, he’d say yes.  To anything.  Any time.  Any where.  So of course I wanted to come up with the requests.

I kept wondering if these somehow elevated feelings were going to keep me from going hard, but somehow they kept me from ever going soft.  All sorts of things I had seen as almost depraved somehow now seemed elevated.  It was almost like my cock was becoming an extension of my heart, knowing that it needed to be bigger in order to bind us more and more to each other.

The way he so lovingly swallowed my cum still blew me away.  Every single time.

Jordan seemed happier and happier to have all my fluids in him.  It was hard for me not to want to reciprocate.  I found myself thinking more and more freely about every possible thing two guys could possibly do with and to each other to grow closer.  The piss thing almost seemed natural.  It was more of me in him, and him in me.  How could that not be a good thing?

And then the dude actually started talking to me more.  Like really talking to me. 

I loved him talking even more than I loved him quiet.  Damn.  How could a guy’s voice keep me hard? 

Of course we had to have sex once again, ok, twice again, before we got ready to head down.  And increasingly the cum actually seemed to be coming from my heart, almost like my heart started having an orgasm prior to my balls and cock performing to my heart’s satisfaction.

Fuck.  I knew he was worried, especially about where this would or could go.  I knew I was his knight.  Fucking adorable male damsel. 

This morning had been way more intense than I ever would have imagined.  I wanted him not to be worried, maybe even more than I wanted not to worry myself.  I wanted him not to be worried about anything, anymore.  Ever.  I knew I would have to reassure him that we would keep this up. 

Quietly I knew we were somehow going to have to go even further.

The mountain mattered.  The outdoors mattered.  I had to remember this morning.  Forever.

Damn.  As I actually begged him to mark me.  Or maybe not even begged.  Maybe actually demanded.

So just before we headed off I actually stripped and opened my crotch for him to bite me. 

In retrospect that was kind of fucking crazy, to be honest.  But even more so it was incredibly amazing.

Of course the fucker said yes.  Of course he bit me. Right at the base of my cock, and eventually around my balls, and down to my ass.

Fuck.  I really wanted to see it…

What was craziest was how wonderful it felt.  Like I was a stupid cow that actually wanted to be branded.

It almost seemed to relieve the pressure on my heart.  I did everything I could to get him to bite me harder.  Somehow it occurred to me why he loved making sure I went in him as deep as I could.  Every single time.

And that was just in the front.

When he bit my ass I became his in yet another whole new way, somehow.  He bit my fucking hole.  Then he fucked the damn thing.  So painful.  Yet so loving.

Shit.  Why had I never fantasized about that before?

We had to come back here.  We had to be the animals that I knew we were.  And we needed to make our lives work.

Fuck.  It was clear we were married.

As my heart went out to him.  The amazing kid who still had no idea how much was inside him.  The amazing man who let me know him better than he knew himself.

How could I want to protect him so sincerely, and want to fuck him so deeply, at the same time?

And just thinking of him, even as he just held my hand, still kept me on the verge of cumming.

My fucker.