Jordan

I was working so hard to sort out my feelings on the way from our lockers to the showers.

That alone was strange. Given a chance to fuck, I typically would have just gone for it, long before thinking about the consequences. Hell. That was how I got banned from going deeper into my girl, since she claimed my first attempt almost killed her. Others along the way had almost seemed flattered, to the extent I thought about them at all.

And then there was Jordan.

Just him blowing me so far was way beyond amazing, just judging by how quickly my cock was shooting. I wasn’t sure I was even willing to think about what my head or heart thought about it.

But I had already put months into just getting to know this guy, who had already proven to be so different from anyone I had ever met. So I didn’t really want my cock’s desires to ruin this somehow.

Jordan never seemed to care about anything like others had. He didn’t seem to care about others’ opinions, didn’t really seem to follow any trends, didn’t really seem to care about doing anything just because others did it, and didn’t even seem to care at all about what others thought, about almost anything.

But somehow the result was that others always seemed to care at least a bit about what Jordan thought, to the extent he’d tell them. Shit. It had taken me weeks to figure out that he seldom really let people in on what was really going through his head.

And somehow he seemed to like me. In such different ways than anyone else I had ever met.

He didn’t really seem to care about my athletic skills, my looks, my body, my popularity. The fucking dude actually seemed to care about how I felt, what I wanted out of life, “what made me tick.”

And it wasn’t that I was getting any brighter, but somehow just being around him made me feel smarter, made me feel somehow more appreciated, even more talented.

Even to the point that he didn’t even have to say anything. Being around him and saying nothing was somehow so much more enjoyable that being around anybody else. And I had never been one to like silence.

So then this shit throws me for a loop by sucking my cock like a pro. And I would still swear he had never done that before. As in never even sucked any cock before.

But nothing fazed him. The size of my cock seemed to just be what it was. My cumming right in his face was just that. And his sucking me somehow made me feel like he wasn’t just sucking my cock. It was almost like he was sucking my soul, right through my cock. Even my damn heart seemed to react to him sucking me.

And nothing had ever made me think about anything like he was making me think about him now.

And all that as we walked the short ways from our lockers to the showers.

And was I really going to risk what we had, just for another fuck?

But of course that assumed that I was controlling anything here, which was quickly proving not to be the case at all.

I’d look in his eyes, and it was almost like I started drowning in the depths of that beautiful blue ocean of his eyes, as he all but walked me to the shower, and got my cock hard without my doing anything at all, despite my worries.

And before I knew it I was sure I was on the verge of cumming, and he was working my cockhead into that tiny smooth ass of his.

I knew it would never fit, but he worked it in almost entirely by himself, and then insisted on telling me that he was going to work the whole thing in, even as I started prematurely shooting, yet again.

And the fucker actually proceeded to work me all the way in, deep into his tight deep hole. Damn. The dude’s ass was as deep as his personality. And I still swear he had to have been a virgin.

As my pubes rubbed against his hole, I uncontrollably started shooting again. I almost screamed, but stopped myself by seeing his neck, that damned, beautiful neck, and sunk my teeth in, more to stop from screaming than from anything else.

And, almost magically, I guess the pain from me biting his neck loosened up his ass, and I went in even further somehow, even as his hand seemed to massage my head as I proceeded to give him his first hickey ever (although it would take some time before that would actually occur to me).

Damn. This was not how a fuck had ever felt. I was not nearly as relieved as I was worried that he was feeling ok, that he was ok with how deep I was in him, that he wouldn’t feel guilty that I had just bred him, even in a place where others might have possibly found us, even if they didn’t on that occasion.

The damned dude had fucked himself with my cock.

I didn’t feel at all like a conqueror. I felt lucky. Even my damned cock somehow felt peaceful, like it just wanted to stay there, even as it felt like I was still shooting cum into him.

I hugged him. I kissed his ear. I asked him if he was ok.

Damn. I didn’t want this to ruin anything.

And with that my cock started going limp inside him. And he gently turned me around, and just as I thought he was going to do something like lick me clean, he seemed to turn to making love to my cock one more time.

Fuck. This didn’t feel like a blowjob at all. Could he really love me like that, even after my whole cock just gone done breeding him, as deep as I had ever gone in anybody? There was no chance he wasn’t sore.

My hands went almost uncontrollably into his hair. Damn. I loved feeling his head. Both my hands lovingly massaged his head.

Can this really keep going on?

And he even made me promise to fuck my girl that night.

I would have agreed to anything, right there and then. But I had never felt so peaceful, or secure, in my whole life.

No matter how much I had no idea who was running the show here anymore.