Jordan

Chapter 30

Stealing My Heart, Again

I was so excited I fucked Jordan at least 5 times before we got to Coach Woods house, where Coach Woods promised even more than either Jordan or I expected.

Neither Jordan nor I had spent much time lately interacting with anybody at all though, mostly just starving for more of each other’s time, so the sexual tension in the air throughout the evening was a bit crazy.

I had made sure both Jordan and I dressed up, and even took along a bottle of wine to act grown-up, even though I knew Jordan wasn’t interested in alcohol at all, but at the end of the evening it was Jordan rather than either me or Coach Woods who was acting tipsy somehow, even challenging Coach Woods to strip.

I was sure things were then going to get crazy, knowing just my own quiet stories with Coach Woods, but little did I know I was in for the surprise of my life.

Coach Woods responded by somehow getting us all to agree to strip, and somehow it was Jordan who ended up doing the stripping, for all of us.

I was not feeling comfortable at all as Jordan started by stripping Coach down to his pants.  He was way too built for me to feel anything but embarrassed, and his chiseled black body couldn’t help but put me to shame.  Even his chest and his nipples were amazing.  Maybe even better than at least half the women I had ever seen.  And his dark skin just glowed.  Jordan seemed to touch everything ever so gently.  I couldn’t help but be terrified I might lose him.

Jordan then stripped me to the waist.  I knew I was decent.  Smooth tanned body, decent pecs, decent nipples, nice 6 pack.  But I knew I had to pale in comparison to Coach Woods, in every way possible.

Jordan seemed to breathe deeply with every move, but he knew he had thrown out the challenge, and he wasn’t even halfway there yet.

He then stripped himself to the waist.  He wasn’t built as well as either me or Coach Woods, but I was surprised as he unveiled himself.  I was mesmerized.  Loving every inch of skin he revealed, and even more his mannerisms as he revealed himself.  Damn.  I was hard as a rock, just watching him, hoping to hell that somehow this wasn’t going to result in Coach Woods stealing him from me.

Of course the rest was even harder.  Even Coach Woods’ feet were sexier than mine, to say nothing of his calves, his thighs, his ass.  And then there was his cock.

He was almost entirely smooth everywhere.  His balls and his cock, unsurprisingly hard as a rock, all bested me.  As Jordan stripped him, I was almost shocked that Jordan didn’t uncontrollably start licking somewhere, kissing somewhere, doing something, even as I saw Coach Woods’ cock move, almost with a life of its own.

My body was what it was.  Nothing to be ashamed of, but at that point, hardly a surprise to Jordan.  He had already licked, kissed and probably bit every square inch of me.  Him taking my clothes off almost made me cum.  He had to know that.

But somehow he was stripping me even more tenderly than he had stripped Coach Woods.  And somehow doing it in the quiet setting we were in made it even more sexy than when it was just the two of us.

And then I looked in his blue eyes.  Those blue eyes killed me, without fail, every single time.

He had stripped Coach Woods, which surprisingly was making our entire evening more intimate.  Me, it finally occurred to me, he was showing off.  He was showing this angel that he actually owned me.

I had never felt so under his spell in my entire life, and could never have dreamed it would feel so amazing.  I knew he was proud of me, even when he was just revealing my legs, which really weren’t anything to be ashamed of.

And of course my cock grasped the entire situation way quicker than I did, as I couldn’t stop from cumming as he unveiled me, right in front of the man who was promising to help us find our future.

I was way too under Jordan’s spell to be embarrassed.

Jordan was worshipping me, in front of a man we were both worshipping, for entirely different reasons.

I had never felt anyone had ever been even half as proud of me as Jordan was then, as he kissed my cockhead rather than sucked it.

I couldn’t help myself.

I stripped Jordan as quickly as I could and mounted him.

A man way better built than me watched, as I claimed my man, and as my man openly wept in deep emotion.

I glanced over maybe only twice.  Even Coach Woods was overcome with emotion, watching so closely how much Jordan loved me, and how tightly the two of us had grown in such a short time.  Even he came, without even touching himself.

I was sure he was remembering Jamal, but I was happy just showing another gay man, an even more mature gay man, how much I loved my man.

Jordan somehow submitted even more than usually, shooting a load as my cockhead entered him.

I had no idea it would feel so wonderful showing another man how much I loved my man, let alone how much my man loved me.

Jordan clung to me tighter than ever, squeezing my ass cheeks, bringing me in as tightly as possible, kissing me even more tenderly and roughly somehow than ever before, with tears running down his cheeks the entire time.

Of course I couldn’t help but be lost in him as well.  I swallowed his face.  He swallowed mine.  I glanced over at Coach.  Even he had tears flowing.

I had worried about all sorts of crazy things happening.  I had never dreamt what happened would happen.

It was like Jordan and I were taking out vows in front of the man who would become our angel.  I hugged him more tightly than ever before.  Jordan hugged me back.  I was sure neither of us could breathe, and I was even more sure neither of us cared.

My mouth covered his.  I breathed into his lungs.  He gave them to me, as he milked my cock even harder, maybe than ever.

He breathed into my lungs.

We were seriously keeping each other alive.

Who would have ever dreamt that showing off our love to a sex god would let Jordan steal my heart even more?

I didn’t even know I had any more left to give.

I knew I didn’t want to survive without Jordan.

Ever.