Date: Sat, 08 Jul 2000 15:16:40 EDT
From: Mikey <mikey@maileditor.com>
Subject: Jordan's Story, part 2

Author's note:  Hey, you found this story in the Nifty gay archive site, so
you ought to know that it contains graphic adult male-male sex.  Hopefully,
it also has a story you will like.  If you aren't supposed to read this
stuff, please don't.  Otherwise, Enjoy.  Fantasies don't need protection,
real life does.  Play it safe.  Mikey

***

Next Day:


Nate woke quickly to the harsh buzz of the alarm.  At a quick shake on his
shoulder, Jordan woke with a dazed expression.  The boy would not meet his
eyes as they quickly got ready to leave.  Nate was glad he had a spare
toothbrush in his bag.

Jordan dressed in the dry, but wrinkled, T-shirt and jeans he had worn the
night before.  A few inches shorter than Nate, Jordan was a good looking
eighteen.  His brown hair needed a trim; his skin was an even tan from long
hours working in the sun.  The slight crook in his nose saved his face from
being too pretty.  And the rapidly darkening bruise under his eye.  A faded
jeans jacket worn at the elbows.  His work boots were worn slightly at the
heels with ragged laces.  He looked like almost any other boy from this
rural area.  Just more wary and watchful.

The boy tried to tell Nate that he would leave him here.  The trucker
refused to listen and simply ordered the boy into the truck, steadily fixing
his bright blue eyes on the younger man.  There was no way Nate was leaving
the kid on his own at a cheap motel on the busy highway.

At six feet tall, Nate was only a few inches taller, but much heavier, with
sleek muscles developed from the heavy work loading and unloading his truck.
  Jordan meekly obeyed.

A few hours later, they stopped at a restaurant for a quick breakfast.
Jordan wolfed his down like he hadn't eaten in a while.  Nate figured that
was probably the case.  Anyway, at eighteen, he was probably always hungry.
Only five years older, Nate was usually willing to eat also.

They drove quietly for the rest of the afternoon.  Most of the time Jordan
slept.  The circles under his eyes, other than the bruise, faded as he got
caught up on the sleep he had been missing for a while now.

Nate didn't care if he slept.  He liked the company of even the sleeping
boy.  And silence was not bad.  At least the radio was playing some good
tunes.

When Jordan was awake, they talked about their favorite teams.  Nate told
him about some of the regulations truckers had to deal with.  He also told
him some humorous stories of things he had seen during his trips.  The
casual friendly air of the trucker fascinated the boy.

'One more night and then one long straight shot.'  The trucker figured.
'The kid's quiet, but at least he didn't try to run when we stopped for gas.
  Oh, I need to stretch my legs.'

Nate talked Jordan into playing catch with a football at a grassy area at
one stop and they had both gotten back into the truck breathless and
pleased.

'That kid can throw.  It's a shame that his father pulled him out of school.
  Some coach would've loved to get his hands on that kid a few years ago.
Of course, someone else had loved getting his hands on that kid a few years
ago and did worse to him than making him run laps.'  Nate shook off the ugly
thought.

They stopped at a cheap place Nate knew.  Not as nice as the night before,
but still within his budget, when he didn't want to just sprawl out on the
seat of the truck.  'And with the kid here, the room's a good idea.  The cab
just ain't gonna cut it.'  This time Nate made sure the room had two single
beds.

Jordan quietly followed him into the room and obediently cleaned up for the
night.  Jordan looked grateful and thanked the young trucker, then crawled
into the bed and rapidly fell asleep.

Nate woke suddenly in the darkness.  He could hear muffled sobs coming from
the other bed.  He sighed and thought about ignoring them, but then decided
not to.

"Jordan?  Hey guy.  What's the matter?"

The soft sounds stopped, then a shaky voice replied.  "I'm sorry, sir.  I
didn't mean to wake you."

Nate heaved a deep breath, drawing on his patience.  "I told you.  Sir is my
father, not me.  Now, either go to sleep or tell me what's wrong."

Jordan sat up.  "I just got worried about what's going to happen.  I mean, I
like riding with you, but we both know you'll be home tomorrow.  I'm sorry.
I don't want to complain.  I'm really grateful for the ride."  He fell
silent.

Nate paused a moment, then swung his legs out of his bed and sat down beside
the boy.  He put his arm around him.  Jordan resisted stiffly for a moment,
then leaned against the man he had started to like and trust.

Nate said quietly, "I'm taking you to my Dad."  He pulled the boy back
against him when he started away.  "None of that.  He's a great guy and he
understands."

Jordan buried his face against Nate's furry chest, muffling his voice
slightly.  "If he finds out what I did, he won't want me there.  I'm bad.
He'll find out how bad I am and send me away."

Nate shook him gently, but firmly.  "Jordan, you are not bad.  I would know.
  You've been riding with me for two days now.  Your father was abusive.  He
should have protected you, not given you away to that pig.  I don't want to
hear you say things like that anymore."

Jordan nodded, his breath warm against Nate's chest as he leaned against the
bigger man.  Nate felt the warm brush of air against his nipple.  It
puckered with the gentle caress.

'Oh Jordan.  You better pull back from there.  You're waking up something
you don't want to deal with.'  Nate hoped that Jordan would move away before
the boy noticed his growing arousal and got frightened.  Or worse, decided
that he was like that pig, Smith, who had abused him for so many years.

Jordan just leaned into his arms, enjoying the comfort of someone holding
him for the first time since his dimly remembered mother had died when he
was a small child.

But his mother hadn't had such a thick coating of golden fur on her chest,
just darker than the sun-streaked hair on Nate's head.  It tickled his
cheek, and he pressed closer, enjoying the feeling.  His lips brushed Nate's
tense tit.  He felt the other man flinch slightly and stilled for a moment.
Then he opened his mouth and gently licked at the tiny nub.

Nate drew a deep breath as the touch of his tongue shot straight to his
groin.  He growled in a warning.

"Jordan."

"Nate, please.  I want you to hold me.  Touch me.  Make me forget about him.
  Please."  The boy begged.  His lips did not move away from where he
nuzzled into Nate's furry chest, the fur still damp from his shower.

Nate started to shake his head and draw away, protesting softly.

"No Jordan, it's not right."

Jordan ignored him and his hands brushed Nate's growing erection, then
closed softly around his hardening cock.

"Please."

His lips slid to the other side, lavishing gentle care until that tiny
nipple was as hard as the other.  Nate squirmed and tried to protest again.
Jordan's mouth trailed down his chest, to his navel.  Then his breath was
warm against the eager organ tenting out his jockeys.

"Oh god.  Jordan, we shouldn't."

Nate breathed heavily in a last futile effort at resistance.  The younger
man blew out his hot breath slowly through the thin cotton.  The blond man
groaned as he instantly stiffened.  He eased back down on the bed as Jordan
pushed lightly on his chest.

Jordan pulled down Nate's underwear, exposing his fully aroused cock.  A
single drop of moisture quivered at the slit in the end of the smooth, silky
shaft.  Jordan drew in a deep breath.  At eight inches long, Nate was fully
twice as big as the only other cock he had sucked and just as thick.  But
with his length, the thickness was not so obscene as Smith's stubby prod.

The dark haired boy dipped his head and licked gently along the curves of
the head.  He listened as Nate's breathing caught, then sped up.

He knew Nate was gay; the trucker had admitted it that first night.  Jordan
had seen his erection pushing at his jeans when he paged through one of his
magazines as they waited in the line at the weigh station.  He was also
deeply grateful for Nate's kindness.  He did not remember anyone treating
him as an equal before.  His teachers had often been nice and concerned.
But since Pa had moved them so often, he was always behind the rest of the
kids his age and they all thought he was slow and a bit dumb.  He
desperately wanted to make Nate happy.  And judging by the breathing, he was
succeeding.

Jordan slid down the bulging shaft, swirling his tongue around, tightening
his throat, then loosening it to try to go down further.  He gagged and Nate
pulled up gently on his hair.

"No, just do what you can.  It's okay."

Bobbing up and down on the quivering cock, the boy felt the hands stroke his
hair.  It felt so great not to have rough hands pulling his hair to force
him on to the cock.  Just petting him softly.

His fingers curled around the heavy sack behind the cock he was sucking so
diligently.  He felt Nate gasp and spread his legs to make more room.  He
pulled up off of Nate's cock for a moment and sucked first one round ball,
then the other, into his mouth.  He enjoyed the moans of pleasure from the
warm bath of his tongue.

Nate squirmed.  'Ooh, that felt good.'  He felt the brush of Jordan's hair
between his legs as the agile tongue bathed and stroked him.

The youth's hand closed loosely around his cock, sliding up and down slowly,
making Nate desperate for more.  Jordan eased between Nate's spread legs and
curved his hands under the slim buttocks, lifting slightly.

Nate obligingly bent his knees and pushed up against the hot mouth that was
now filled with his balls.  The tongue dipped lower, sweeping against that
smooth area right behind the furry sack.  Jordan gently nibbled and lightly
bit the sensitive area as Nate's hips began to pump slowly.

Nate almost came off of the bed in shock as Jordan's wet tongue swirled
around the puckered hole.  His hands tightened in the boy's hair and he
moaned helplessly in excitement and pleasure as that wonderful tongue poked
slowly inside him.

Jordan grabbed Nate's ass to hold him still.  It was rock hard with the
tension.  He licked around the outside until it quivered and then plunged
his tongue as far inside Nate as he could.  Nate almost screamed.

Jordan inhaled deeply.  Nate smelled so good.  He smelled like soap.
Underneath that there was a musky, nutty smell that Jordan could not resist.
  Smith had always smelled of stale sweat and sometimes urine or worse.
Jordan forced that thought out of his mind and dived in on the man writhing
beneath him.

As Nate's balls drew up tightly, he knew that the big trucker was very close
to cumming.  He reluctantly left the asshole he was enjoying so much.  In
one swoop, he sucked Nate's cock halfway into his mouth.

The hot tight suction was too much for Nate.  He moaned, "I'm so close."

Jordan didn't even think about what he was doing.  He had always refused to
let Smith cum in his mouth.  It was the one tiny act of rebellion that they
had let him get away with.  Here and now, he suddenly wanted to taste Nate.

He reached up and pushed his first two fingers into his mouth, coating them
in spit.  Slowly, but steadily, he shoved them all the way into Nate's
well-slobbered ass.  He wiggled around until he felt the slight bulge of
Nate's prostate and rubbed it firmly.  Then he sucked hard.

'That's it!'  Nate's back arched, and with an incoherent cry, he shot his
load into Jordan's willing mouth.  Jordan struggled to swallow the sudden
flood that filled, then overfilled, his mouth.  It wasn't that much fluid,
just the surprise of it.  The cum was like nothing he had ever tasted
before.  Smith's cum, when he had to lick off his cock afterwards, had a
bitter taste that he hated.  Nate's was sweeter and creamy, slightly salty.

He swallowed eagerly, continuing to stroke his fingers deep in Nate's body,
until the man sighed and his cock lay limp against his body.  Slowly Jordan
pulled off of him.  He worried now that Nate might be annoyed at the way he
had forced the issue.

Nate's eyes opened slowly and Jordan made himself meet the older man's gaze.
  Nate's eyes were soft and liquid with the pleasure still pulsing through
his body.

There was silence for a moment, broken by Jordan's squeak of surprise as a
large warm hand closed around his cock.  He had not even noticed that he had
an erection until Nate touched him.  He started to flinch back.  Pa had beat
him unconscious the last time that happened.  With a sudden move, Nate
rolled Jordan beneath him.  Wide eyed, the boy stared up, wondering what
would happen now.  He did not wait long to find out.

Nate leaned down and pressed his lips against Jordan's.  Just before they
touched, he whispered tenderly to the amazed boy.

"Thank you.  That was the best thing I have ever felt.  Now it is my turn."

Then he kissed him.  As he kissed him slowly and deeply, he began to touch
him gently.  Jordan's eyes closed with a sigh as the calloused hands stroked
his light coat of chest hairs.  He had just enough to make him look like a
man, nothing compared to Nate's luxurious pelt.  Gentle tugs at his nipples
sent pulses of pleasure through him.  Nate's mouth roamed down, taking his
time.

By the time he reached Jordan's dark bush, the younger man was panting in
anticipation.  Nate grinned, and deliberately skipped over Jordan's cock,
lifting his head and looking up at the wide eyes that stared at him.

Jordan's eyes drifted closed when Nate stopped.  Disappointed, he lay back
against the bed.  He should have known better.  Pa had made it more than
clear with fists and belt that he was not allowed to react.  It was a hard
habit to break.  He was just lucky that Nate had been willing to touch him
at all.

"Thank you, Na..."

He started to say politely, then broke off in a gasp.

Nate swallowed him down to his balls in one fast gulp.  Six inches was easy
when he was used to Jim's seven.  Nicely thick and uncut always turned him
on and Jordan even had some growing to do.  Nate swallowed him, then rubbed
his tongue all the way down the base and on to the soft sack dangling
between the younger man's legs.

Jordan came up off the bed with a cry.  Nate only had time to bury him down
his throat three more times before the boy was crying out in ecstasy, his
hips pumping uncontrollably.  Nate swallowed quickly, once, twice, then
pulled back enough to catch the last few shots on his tongue where he could
savor them slowly.  Jordan tasted sweet and creamy, with only enough
saltiness to give him the perfect flavor.

Jordan's fingers gradually relaxed their death grip on the sheets at his
sides.  He moaned softly as Nate slid slowly off of him, then carefully
cleaned him thoroughly with his tongue.

"Nate," he whispered, "No one has ever, I've never..."

He trailed off as Nate pressed a finger against his lips to silence him and
then a soft kiss.  He could taste himself on Nate's lips and licked his
mouth clean.  He had never even dreamed that anything could feel that good.
His whole body was still trembling.

Nate smiled and said quietly.  "Hush.  Go to sleep now."

Jordan looked up at the handsome man over him and nodded shyly.  "Good
night, Nate."

Nate pulled Jordan close to him.  He smiled sleepily as the boy snuggled
happily into his side, burying his face in the fur on the trucker's chest.
Jordan quickly fell asleep.  Nate yawned.

'I'll feel guilty later.  When the waves of pleasure are not still sweeping
through me.  Tomorrow is soon enough for guilt.'

***

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Mike.

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