Jordan

Becoming a Top?

My mind was racing, as I made sure Jordan was resting, for real. I listened to his breathing. Even watched and felt his chest rising and falling.

I thought about it. About everything. He looked so peaceful. I felt so peaceful. He was breathing so peacefully. My heart was as calm as I could remember.

It all sounds a bit weird. But I was surveying my new world.

Jordan had always been attractive to me. But more and more, I was learning even what that meant.

I did love the way he looked. His face, his lips. His amazingly beautiful eyes.

And then there were all these new things. His strong thighs. His thick calves. His soft, warm throat. His tight, deep ass. His uncut cock.

And of course I was getting hard again. Or just staying hard.

The dude was my Viagra.

I loved the way he thought. His mind was quicker than I was, even in my best times running hurdles. Nothing was smarter than him. At least that I knew. And now I wasn’t even sure I was hornier than he was.

I loved the way we came together. Hell. I even loved the sounds he made while he slept.

My cock was leaking. Just listening to his breathing.

And there was his voice. Damn.

I even loved the way he seemed to make me submit to him. The way he made me think. The way he made me plan. The crazy way he motivated me.

If it was a spell, I was happy to be under it.

And how did he eat my ass like that?

And of course the more I looked at him, right there in my arms, the more I listened to him, the more I thought about him, about us, the hornier, and hornier, I got.

I had to manage to work my now hardened cock back into him, even as he slept.

Or was he faking it? Somehow I didn’t think so. Even more so I didn’t care. And I was sure he wouldn’t mind.

Even that was new. I already couldn’t imagine ever needing to ask permission to have sex, ever again. And I knew if he ever bothered to ask me, I would just be offended.

Damn. My cock was all the way in him. I made sure.

Hard as hell. But somehow resting.

Wow. I had never done that before. Either.

Just letting my huge cock rest in him. Deep in him. Resting in a pile of my cum. As I flexed it, every now and then. I was sure it was at least leaking.

I even thought about how much my cock was enjoying all this. Almost as if it were a separate being.

I’m pretty sure I had never taken the time to think about that before. But Jordan’s ass was so tight, so deep, and now so swollen, that it seemed I really could feel that my cock entirely filled his hole. My hole.

Damn. That warm, wet hole.

That was hugging my throbbing cock, even as he slept.

I even seemed to be able to feel how full his ass was. Of my cum. I couldn’t help but smile. And flex some more.

A peaceful fuck. One more thing I had never even known existed.

I even wondered whether Jordan might be dreaming of me, fucking him. Damn. He seemed to be getting more and more attractive with every fuck. Was that really a thing? Was my cock really getting even bigger, because of all the attention he was giving me?

I had had one stupid comment from a teammate in the shower late last week. Even if the guy did think it must be my girl.

And then of course I got halfway jealous, for a second. He had to be dreaming of me, right? I was sure there was no one else. That there never had been anyone else. If there ever was, I knew I would have to do away with them. I really had to make sure I controlled every single atom of him. For ever.

Damn. I had never wanted to own anyone before. But I had to own him. I knew I had to own him. Every single bit of him. I knew he belonged to me.

I worked my cock in, just a bit deeper. I could even feel how his ass somehow peeled all my foreskin back. I could feel my pubes rub against his hole.

And the adorable fuck snuggled into me, even more deeply.

Was I up to this task?

When was the last time I had ever thought of that? Of anything like that?

I had always seemed to be more than anyone could handle. In all sorts of ways. But with Jordan, all I could think of was how I could be more. In every way imaginable.

Funny, somehow, how a guy was making me wonder if I was man enough.

As I started thinking about how many guys I knew I wished knew how I had won this guy. I would love to brag about this, more than anything. Love to see the jealousy they’d feel guilty they had.

Mine. All mine.

I quietly kissed him.

I thought of the last time he had told me he loved me.

And the thought of his voice made me even hornier.

Was my cock really cumming?

Hell. Probably not impossible. He even made me cum, just by sticking his tongue in my ass.

I held him. So many many things I didn’t care about anymore. As long as he and I were one.

Time had lost all meaning.

This was so much more than love.

He squoze me back. Was he really even doing this in his sleep?

As we both now drifted off. For real.

This guy was also like some kind of sleeping pill…

As I did my best to climb into his dreams.