Jordan

Finally practice was over.

And it seemed like I just barely managed to stop Jordan before he headed off to the showers, along with everyone else. Shit. There was no way I was going to let that happen today.

“Where you going, dude?”

Jordan stopped, turned around, looked at me: “Me?”

I smiled. Almost laughed. “Really? You think there’s someone else I’m looking to make stay back here?”

I looked into those blue eyes. He was stopping me from fucking them.

“At least do a rope or two with me.”

Easy for me. Not so easy for him. But he indulged me. How long would he keep indulging me? And did he look up at me from the ground the way I looked up at him? Damn. I could even see his ass. Had I never really even thought about his ass so far?

Fuck.

He was panting. How far would he humor me?

“You have to know I don’t spend time like this trying to figure people out.”

“Sorry.”

Damn. I put my hand in his hair. He didn’t stop me. In fact, he almost seemed to lose his breath for a second.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday. Maybe not even for a second.”

Was that a tear I saw running down his left cheek?

“I thought it was just me.” It was. And there was another one.

“You’re feeling guilty?”

I couldn’t stop myself from pushing just a bit more: “You promised me.”

He looked at me. I swear his wet blue eyes were begging me.

And then he went down on his knees. Right there. Rubbed his hands along my legs. So gently. So slowly. Damn. He was being more gentle with me than I had ever even dreamed of being with a girl. As he kissed my crotch, even more gently.

His hands rubbed my stomach. So gently pulled down my jock. So so slowly. Especially since it had only taken him kneeling to make me start going hard.

The fucker slowly slowly pulled out my throbbing cock. I had no control at all, as I started shooting as he touched it. With that hand of his that I had been thinking about. All fucking day long.

I’m sure I heard him say “I’ve missed you. Ever since yesterday.” As he let my cum spray him in the face, as he held the base of my shaft while I unloaded. More and more. Even more than yesterday.

How was he doing that?

I wasn’t even sure he was sucking. He was kissing my cock. Kissing my cockhead. Oblivious about the cum getting on his tongue. Going down his throat. Hitting him in the eye. Even more than yesterday. Even going up his nose.

Shit. I wasn’t even sure I was cumming. This wasn’t like any shooting I had ever done before. It was like love was pouring out of my cock.

And he just kept kissing, and kissing, and kissing.

Fuck. I couldn’t stop shooting. I didn’t want to stop shooting.

Could he really have missed me as much as I missed him? I hadn’t jerked off since before he had made me cum yesterday. I wanted to save up. I just wanted him to get it out of me. However he wanted to.

And as I kept shooting I felt my heart pounding. Aand beating slower somehow. As my mind stopped racing. Fuck. For the first time since I dropped him off yesterday, it seemed. Before yesterday I don’t think I had ever even thought about whether my mind even had the ability to race…

How could I be so damn peaceful, and at the same time shooting out so damn much cum?

I pulled him up. I knew I wasn’t gay. I really didn’t think he was. But damn I loved this guy.

My cock was still out. And my balls. As I brought his cum-covered face closer to mine. And slowly started kissing him.

He closed his eyes, and just seemed to hold on. My tongue licked his lips. His mouth opened as I slipped my tongue ever so gently inside his mouth. He had to be melting. And somehow sucking my tongue even deeper into his willing mouth.

Damn. I had never imagined a kiss could be so damn sexual.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The feeling of my tongue going so gently and so deeply into his mouth make me hug him closer. I just wanted him. His lips. His mouth. His heart. His mind. Every damn last part of him.

I felt his tongue respond. I let it slowly into my mouth. How could such an inexperienced guy kiss so damn well?

Our tongues rested on each other. Our lips widened. I had to spit a bit to make sure I was still in control here. Even if I knew I wasn’t.

Hell. I even wondered about going down on him.

My right hand went down to his ass. Wow. Did I dare touch it? Would he let me?

I backed off just a bit. I looked into those beautiful blue eyes. Wet from tears. Wet from cum. I could have driven a semi-truck into them. But I had to go further, if there was any way I could.

And his damned hand actually helped me get my hand right over his ass. And even helped my damned finger slide in.

Would he let me?

His eyes seemed so full of love. Was I imagining that?

And then he broke the silence.

“Will you?”

Was he really asking me?

“Please?”

Fuck.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“You sure?”

“Are you sure?”

Damn. I had to break this trance.

I smiled deeper. I bit his lip.

“What am I going to do with you.”

He kissed me back. Ever so gently.

“Yes.”