Jordan

It seemed like the fucker almost tried to slip away with everyone else after practice.

Like that was ever going to happen again. He was not really that slow of a learner, right (thought the dude who all but begged for the fucker’s help with his math every night)?

I had had a good enough practice that I was ready to compete, even with him.

So rather than call him out, I actually ran right over. Quietly grabbed him by the back of his jockstrap, and whispered: “Really? We can go here, right in front of everyone, if you insist.”

Jordan tried to muffle a gasp. Maybe lucky for him no one noticed, as they headed out.

Fuck. My adrenaline was running high, and I suppose in the back of my mind I had free range, since we already actually had a date planned for the morning.

The fucker actually had me going on an actual date with him. And I had planned it as much as he had.

So the second the coast seemed clear, I admit that I kind of went animal on him. Hell. He’s a guy. He can take it. And I need it. And no matter how many times the fucker was going down on me, I didn’t feel even remotely satisfied yet.

Damn. I all but raped him.

Now I get that that sounds terrible. And of course I had to have known in the back of my head that I would regret it later.

But initially he almost seemed to be fighting me back. Really? I knew he knew he was no physical match for me. We wrestled. Even if I was better at his old sport than he was. And I knew he knew that too.

I actually ripped his jock off. I bit him. He even bit me back. He pulled my clothes off. Fuck. I’m not sure I had ever been that hard. And I was working like hell not to cum too fast.

And just as I actually plunged right in, hard and fast, all the fucking way in, deeper into his ass than I had ever been, it dawned on me.

The bitch had actually been egging me on.

Damn.

I couldn’t even maintain control with this guy when I would have sworn I was raping him.

My throbbing cock sunk in so easily. So deeply. And of course I was cumming before I was even close to all the way in.

And the fucker held me close. Even kissed me gently as he cried. Fuck. From being sore? From being emotional?

Sure as hell not the time to be asking questions.

I seemed to have been doing so well at reading this dude, even to the point that I knew it almost pissed him off at times. But now not only was I lost, I wanted to be lost. That damned feeling of wanting to melt right into him hit me hard. Again. Right at the base of my heart.

Damn. How did he keep taking me to so many emotional places I had no idea even existed?

I tried to pump hard, but my damned dick just kept shooting and shooting. Fuck. My whole body was pulsing as the cum filled up that ass. That beautiful ass.

And I pulled back to look at those beautiful blue eyes. Fuck. Those beautiful wet blue eyes. They were like oceans, demanding I take the plunge. And all I could think of was how much I wanted to disappear into them, and never come back again.

Those damned bottomless blue eyes.

Jordan held me close, quietly kissing me. Damn. He can’t have been hiding these kissing skills for so long. This was not just a good kisser. He was fucking besting me at that game too. The range of his kissing skills made me feel like such a novice.

I pulled back, looking down at him. Damn. I grabbed his chest. Bent down and gave him a hickey right on his right nipple. And the fucker’s hands went into my hair, almost encouraging me to bite harder, just like I loved to have mine go into his. Was there nothing I did that this fucker didn’t actually do better?

I was sure there was supposed to be a top and a bottom here. I was sure I was the top, and he was the bottom. But damn.

The urge overcame me.

I slowly started kissing down his stomach.

Kissed twice at his navel.

It almost still felt like I was shooting deep inside him.

And there I was kissing his cock.

Fuck.

I don’t think I had ever kissed anything that gently. In my whole life. I had sure as hell never kissed some dude’s cock before. I could feel tears well up in my eyes, but I was damned if I was going to let him see them.

And he came.

Shit. Eddie the cocksucker.

I didn’t care.

I just needed more of him.

I slowly sucked it in.

And it fucking felt like I started shooting even more in him.

Damn. Sucking him was making me cum?

I felt more relief than I had ever felt so far. I still knew this wasn’t completion, but it felt more whole than I had ever felt. Ever.

Damn. I kissed his cockhead until he stopped cumming. I even managed to get him all the way in me. It had never occurred to me before what a mouthful he was, as I did my best to stop from gagging.

And then I quietly crawled back up him and hugged him, somehow both strongly and gently.

Even as his long tongue slipped into my mouth, and he made me share his cum with him, to the extent I hadn’t already happily swallowed it.

My eyes were closed. My hands went as deeply in his hair as his were in mine.

Fuck. I was trying to imagine what a beautiful picture that would have made.

My cock was still hard. Our hug was so tight. My heart was surrendering to him. He had to have felt my heart beating as much as I felt his.

Damn. I was wishing there had to be some way for our hearts to fuck each other.

As I slowly worked to regain my breath.

And just as I thought I was about there, the fucker gave me such a big kiss, and breathed deeply. Right into my mouth.

Fuck. All the way into my lungs.

I surrendered. Yet again.

The dude was making me breathe. Who would have ever thought of that? Where had this guy been hiding?

My adrenaline was gone. Jordan slowly fucked my lungs with his breath.

There was no question who the top was now.

Damn.

I was never going to be able to get enough of this guy.