Jordan

Leaving the Mountains

Fuck. I generally hated having to be the mature one. Why the hell did this guy make that experience so damned different? I was ongoingly shocked that one year seemed to mean so much, especially when, in fact, I was pretty certain he was actually way more mature than me.

But he treated me like I was. And no matter what it was, I knew I had to live up to his expectations.

As we got ready to head down, my heart went out to Jordan. At least, what he hadn’t already taken.

But seriously. I knew he would be worried. I knew he never wanted to impose. And I especially knew that this morning must have wildly shattered even his craziest fantasies of what might have happened.

I mean, really. Here is the guy who actually would quietly cum just thinking how nice it was to be my friend? (not that I would have ever guessed that before he actually confessed that to me this morning), while I was jerking off about fucking him silly, almost on a daily basis. And here is the guy who seriously was looking forward to just spending some quiet time with me, even though I had all but raped him just the day before.

And now the dude’s cum was in me. In my mouth. In my ass. Fuck. Probably in my lungs. Certainly in my heart.

As I need to make sure he’s at peace as we head back down to the crazy world we live in.

Damn. I had never met anyone who had influenced me so much, or so quickly. Everyone else, male or female, seemed happy to be around me, no matter what I did. Jordan, so differently, seriously felt honored, and in the process somehow made me knew I needed to do more. To be better.

And now this morning the fucker had somehow included the wildest sex in my life in that concoction of what I knew he wanted me to be. And what I knew I wanted to be, if for no other reason just for him. I just had never figured that his being so damn horny all the fucking time would constitute part of my being better, and being more.

And on top of that I felt no need to brag about any of this, to anybody. This was nothing I wanted to share with anybody. And something I knew I had barely even begun to explore.

I still had absolutely no clue how he had hidden that side of him from me, even if he did seem to also hide it from the rest of the world. Plus the fucker really didn’t seem sore at all, no matter how hard or how often I fucked him, or how hard I bit him. Wherever.

I was dying to ask him, at least about being sore. Fuck. My ass hurt like hell from him fucking me. And I was pretty sure he had been gentle. My throat was sore from sucking on him. And that was my own damn doing. How the hell had I never paid attention to his cock being that big, even if just for the hell of it? And those hickeys I begged for? Of course. Hurt like the motherfucking things I actually begged for.

And yet I was so damned happy for, and somehow even proud of, every single bit of the pain. Way more rewarding than the most exhilarating workout I had ever done. Ever.

Even the fucking eye sex was amazing. And I actually could tell, both that he was letting me in further and further, and that he was getting further and further into me. And I can’t even think of this damned lung thing he taught me, for fear of cumming all on my own.

I was honestly both exhausted from being so hard all fucking morning long, and wishing that I could somehow be even harder for him. And I still wasn’t sure he wasn’t going to shock me with something like a damned penis pump. Whatever he threw out there, I knew I would never think of saying anything remotely close to no to him.

Damn. I would never have even been able to dream up some one like this.

And there he was, quietly getting into my truck to head back down. Fuck. I knew depending on what I said, he would cry like a baby. Damn. My baby. Even this damned emotional side of him turned me on in ways I never would have expected. I had never been given anyone’s heart so completely. And I wanted so hard to make sure I knew how to treat it like it deserved to be treated.

He let me let him into my truck. Fuck. I didn’t want anything to be mine anymore. I wanted it to be our truck. He even gave me the cutest damned kiss as he got in. My lips even trembled. And I had never been so constantly aware of my cock and balls, in my life. Or my heart.

I knew he was worried. I knew he didn’t need to be. He really had no idea how completely he had stolen my heart and soul. Hell. I don’t even think he knew how much more cum he had drained out of me than I ever would have believed possible.

And there he was. Quietly sitting by my side as we ventured down from the mountains.

I was so glad we had a plan, at least for the day. I kind of felt his cloud lift for a bit as he got comforted that we really would be getting together again, even that afternoon. I couldn’t even touch how much I was going to miss him for the minutes we would be apart. Still pretty hilarious, in a way, that I was sure he really hadn’t yet processed what it meant that I had been making sure he had touched me at least once a day, with those two fucking exceptions, for over a year.

Damn. Even those. At the beginning it was barely a pat on the back. Took forever to be a real skin-to-skin touch. And now this morning it seemed like I had gone from playing around and taking tiny bites to actually swallowing the whole damned elephant.

He held my hand. Dammit. Was I still leaking precum? Of course my pants were undone, and he was touching me. So gently it almost made me angry. I had never felt so worshipped in my whole life. The way he rubbed my hand. The way he gently ran his fingers through my pubes. The way he so gently kissed the hickeys he had left at the base of my shaft. Fuck. I could swear he was tearing up at the thought of the pain I had begged him for. The way he so gently touched the head of my cock. My balls. Even my piss slit.

And then the fucker asked me, so goddamned politely, if it was ok if he nursed on me.

As if the thought of no could even enter my mind.

He kissed my piss slit. I tried so hard not to start cumming too quickly. He was my baby. He was nursing on my cock. Fuck. It was like my cock was giving him life.

How the hell did he do these things?

And how the fuck had we waited so long for such an amazing morning?