Jordan

My Heart?

So one would think that I would be rearing to go about such an exciting plan forward from this adorable man I loved. And, in fact, that’s what my head told me.

But the fucker breaking down in tears, overcome with whatever the hell he had been holding back for so long, and the thought that the dam was breaking right over my head, said something else entirely.

Of course my fucking cock was so hard it felt like it was going to burst, but my heart demanded action here, and even calmed me down, just to ask a simple question and figure out what luck might be saying here.

So I asked if he still had the keys to the cabin and all with him.

And, despite my wanting to fuck him, then and there, we were off. Honestly, almost naked, but we did manage to throw clothes on before we headed off to the truck. And on to something that actually seemed pretty momentous, at least to me. As I thought, so who knows what Jordan must be thinking about this.

I had actually had plenty of sex in my day, but until being in bed with Jordan, it had never really occurred to me that every exploit was essentially a quickie, which at least momentarily made me wonder whether I hadn’t just been using others to get off, for years.

So the bed thing, both in my own home, and in the trailer home in the mountains, was new. But now this was going to be crazy new: a whole night with someone. And to beat that, with Jordan.

In retrospect, one thing that probably drove me to action was just seeing him there, sleeping so peacefully as I stroked his cheek, in my bed, filled with my cum, and more. Just seeing him sleep made me feel rested, and made me know that was yet another new world I had to explore with him: a world of actually just sleeping with each other.

Somehow I’m sure Jordan must have thought I had planned all of this, without giving himself any credit at all, which was typically his style, and yet another of those crazy things I loved about him.

But the week had been crazy, already. I knew I would never forget that lung kiss thing he taught me. Hell. Lungs can have sex? The way we kissed, it was like our tongues were fucking. That was a thing? The way we looked at each other? That may have overwhelmed me almost more than anything.

Even if there was also this ridiculous “sore” thing he calmly tossed my way. Actual, actual sex with this dude was crazy. No one, I mean really no one, had ever even attempted to take me the way he did. Forget about my cock going all the way to my balls in his ass. Fuck, that beautiful, tight, long, deep ass. Now he was even deepthroating me, at least once every time he sucked on me. Fucking gorgeous show-off. And to top that off, he had even fucked me. Which I would have lost on big, big time had he bothered betting me.

But of course that thought would never have occurred to him. The capacity of this dude to love, and to love me, was still the biggest mystery of all. This wasn’t like a soulmate. This was way beyond that. And I had wondered if it might not have been love at first sight, but good lord, look how long it seemed to have taken for him to let himself fall.

And, even more so, look how fucking far he seemed to have fallen, even as he pulled me with him.

As I looked at him. Once again beside me, in our truck. Heading back up to where it really felt like we could be in our own little world, and yet surrounded by the whole world.

As of course I eased a couple of fingers into that hole. My hole.

God this dude made me so damned horny. Just by fucking being alive. I slipped in another finger.

And of course the fucker responded by giving me the gentlest of kisses, right in the center of my cheek. Even if I was wishing he would have bitten it, at least as hard as I wanted to fuck him right then.

But we had to make it up there before dark, as my heart told me we had to make sure we got to spend the entire night together, no matter how stupid that seemed.

And the spell of the wild was not lost on me at all, as I took an even quiet approach to get there, mostly on dirt roads, where I knew it was highly unlikely we’d ever run into even a single car.

Some deer crossed our path. A coyote. Always birds. Even a fucking small herd of elk, even making me stop while they crossed the road. Damn. What majestic animals they were. And of course they made me want to show off our relationship even more. How hot that would be to fuck my man as the animals watched. More stupid, but I knew they would be jealous.

So I just made sure Jordan could see how fucking hard I was, leaking like hell, as we continued to drive: “You do know you may not be able to walk very well tomorrow, right?”

Jordan looked at me so tenderly: “Why would I even want to walk, if the alternative is to have you deep inside me, sexy man?”

Shit. I tried so hard not to cum, just at the sound of his voice: “You actually taunting me? You already admitted you were sore.”

He almost laughed: “And here I thought you were better at details than that. You asked me that when you were NOT inside me, mister. So of course I was aching. For you to be doing what I thought you were supposed to do.”

And the fucker had this silly grin as he stuck just a bit of his tongue out at me, as he went down to my exposed cock.

Fuck. I had to stop the truck. As the dude playfully teased a massive load out of me, almost as if I hadn’t cum for days already, no matter how stupid that sounded…

How could the dude who had bit me so damned hard also be so fucking gentle? As he focused just on the head of my cock, licking in and around the head, all over in and around my leaking piss slit. And of course I couldn’t restrain myself, as I drove my fingers deep, deep into that supposedly non-sore aching hole of his.

Shit. And his response was to swallow my cock whole. All the way down to where those hickeys were. Just like that. Fuckkkkk. And how the hell did he just swallow everything, without even the slightest sign that I was cumming at all. Of course, other than my going fucking crazy…

And, such to prove his control, his hand then so gently grabbed my balls. Fuck. I was a cow, and the dude was seriously milking me, even until I felt like I was cumming, but there wasn’t anything coming out. At all. And the fucker pulled off and made me continue to have this dry orgasm, as he smiled: “It’s ok, my man. I’m sure they’ll get back to work for us as soon as they’ve had a few seconds to rest.”

And now the fucker has turned into a playful flirt as well? “You wait.”

“For you? Always.” As the fucker kissed me, one more gentle thing, that out of nowhere stretched all the way down to my lungs again, out of nowhere. Making me tremble one more fucking time.

God I was going to nail him. So so hard.

Was he really looking at me as if to say he still had some tricks up his sleeve as well?

He let me have my lungs back.

Dammit.