Jordan

I couldn’t really process what had just happened between me and Jordan, but I also needed to somehow prepare for whatever this date was that he had concocted for tomorrow morning.

Unfortunately I worried myself a bit because I barely got through my late evening with my girl. Actually, I even had to throw up, even as we were about to have our nightly sex in my truck.

Odd, because I didn’t really feel sick at all.

Little did I know at the time what was making me ill, although in retrospect I probably should have seen it coming.

But I ended up not doing much that night with her, as it later occurred to me it could turn into a good excuse for my not being around tomorrow morning.

On top of that, I almost felt like getting drunk. But then it occurred to me how early I had to make sure I’d wake up.

Wow. I really wasn’t used to my head moving this fast…

What sleep I got was pretty odd.

Somehow it seems like I drifted off amazingly easy, as I tried to figure out what had made me go down on Jordan. Damn. I don’t even know that I had ever really even paid serious attention to any guy’s dick before. But somehow I couldn’t, or didn’t want to, get his out of my mind, as I peacefully drifted off, trying to remember to hope I would be able to get up so early.

That was yet another thing I didn’t do. Not for myself. And certainly not for anyone else.

My only strange sleep moment was when I startled awake from a dream. About me being with my girl. Startled? Not sure that made sense. But I still had to get what sleep I could, since I really had no idea what Jordan really had in mind for the morning.

And somehow my head drifted back to thoughts of swallowing his cum as I drifted off again. Somehow way quicker than usual.

At 5 I woke up. Actually just before 5, even though my alarm hadn’t gone off yet.

I probably didn’t want to admit how long I had been waiting for this.

I was still more curious than anything, as I did my best to shower and make sure I was set for this. Wow. I was actually doing a date with a guy. And that guy was Jordan…

But somehow, oddly enough, I forgot to brush my teeth or gargle. All these things that seem either so weird, or so smart, looking back.

It did worry me a bit that I had been too hard with him yesterday evening, even if it did somehow seem like that was actually what he wanted. Hell. I was well aware that there had already been a number of moments when it was clear I was reading him better than he was reading himself.

But damn. I sure hoped this wouldn’t prove to be one of them, even though I’d be lying to say I wasn’t worried at least a bit that somehow he might cancel because I really might have hurt him. It had been pretty dumb to use my strength like I had. There really was no reason to have done that.

Damn. I really had never fucked so hard, in my whole life.

I was somehow curious about what had turned me into such an animal, and at the same time somehow almost proud of what I had done.

Was all of this Jordan’s doing?

I am sure my cock had never been that hard before.

And my boy just took it. Almost like it actually belonged in him.

As it still kept going through my head how long I had actually been waiting for this date to happen.

Jordan had never demanded my time. He almost never even asked for it. No matter how much I hoped he would, or even hinted at it. In fact he often backed off when someone else proposed something that took me away, from him, quietly pissing me off that he didn’t fight a bit harder for me, somehow.

And that may have been the first it occurred to me that Jordan probably didn’t even know how long I had been hoping for this very moment.

Damn. Again.

It wasn’t like I just wrote that note on a whim. But that was one more thing we had never talked about.

Would he still like me if he knew everything I hadn’t shared with him? He was such an open book for me, despite what others said about him. But somehow it didn’t seem like he read me as easily as I read him.

How could that be, given that he was clearly the smarter of us?

But I was pretty certain he would never guess any number of things I hadn’t bothered sharing with him. Yet. Ever?

It always seemed like there were so many things to talk about.

Until we got together. And then somehow it seemed like we just needed to be together. I’m not sure I had ever been so quiet around anyone. In my whole life.

I just loved the quiet sound of both of us breathing.

I needed to get going.

Trust him to insist on walking to me. I was curious as hell to figure out how sore he had to be, at the same time I was genuinely worried that he might be hurting. Like really hurting. Fuck. He probably had no clue at all how much I would never want to hurt him. And I was pretty sure he’d never let me know if I actually did.

Damn. He was always pretending to be in the background. I didn’t care if he did it to everyone else.

But to me?

I sighed, and quietly headed out.

I was there early. In the darkness. Damn. I loved this dude.

My heart was racing there in the darkness, as I watched him slowly walk towards me.

I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

But of course he started walking around the truck to get in the other side.

He was going to turn me into a beggar yet.

The dude who never even had to ask for anything.

Damn.

I was so happy to see him.

Especially seeing that nothing else around us was moving at all.

Fuck. Did I even notice whether he was walking like he was sore?

My happiness at the moment I saw him made me forget everything. Again.