Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 18:34:20 EDT
From: Mikey <mikey@maileditor.com>
Subject: Jordan's Story, part 3

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

***

The Morning After:


Waking slowly, Nate opened his eyes to find Jordan's nose buried in the
thick fur beneath his arm.  He smiled gently and shook the boy.  Jordan came
awake quickly, startled for an instant at waking entwined naked with another
man.  Flushing, he smiled shyly at Nate.

Nate was struck again by the beauty of the youth beside him and his body
leapt in response.  About 5'10", shoulders wide, hips narrow, still slim
from boyhood, but with nicely developed muscles from the hard physical work
he had been doing for years now.  Jordan's brown hair was slightly shaggy,
his skin tanned, his brown eyes drooping from sleep.  The slight crook in
his nose from an old break and the purple bruise under his eye kept him from
being too pretty.  But Nate thought that he was adorable.

Jordan thought Nate was wonderful.  A few inches taller, strongly muscled,
but slim, with a flat stomach, the blond trucker was scruffy with his face
unshaven for the past few days.  He always had a good-humored look on his
face.  His chest was covered in a mat of golden brown fur.  Jordan loved the
feel of that hair against his face and body.

Nate was almost completely the opposite of the despised man who had
triggered the events making him run away.  Nate made the things that had
seemed horrible, fun.  Now Jordan wanted to try them again.  He wrapped his
strong arms around Nate's neck and pulled the bigger man down on top of him,
whispering in a husky morning voice.

"Good morning, sir."

He used everything Nate had taught him the night before about kissing to
convince the other man to linger a little longer in bed.  It did not take
long.

Nate cheerfully decided that, since the sun would not be up for another
hour, neither would he.  Figuratively, of course.  Part of him was already
up and ready to go.  He chuckled softly, sinking eagerly into the other's
embrace.

"Morning, Jordan."

Jordan took the lead, rubbing into the hair on Nate's chest, teasing the
sensitive nipples.  He licked his way down, not missing anything of
interest.  And he was definitely interested in everything he found.

Their two bodies were writhing and panting, as the youth eagerly tasted all
of the parts he had enjoyed so much the night before.  Taking a deep breath,
Nate pulled Jordan up.  He wanted something else.

"Jordan?  Fuck me?  Please."

Jordan paused and his eyes widened.  "What?"

He was amazed.  Smith had raped him many times over the past five years, but
he had never even thought of taking anyone else that way.  His father had
knocked him unconscious, just for getting an erection, one time when Smith
was fucking him.

"It hurts, Nate," he warned solemnly.

Nate chuckled.  "Grab the KY out of my kit.  It helps.  Besides, I like it."

Jordan looked dubious, but obediently swung off the bed and rummaged in the
bag until he came up with the tube of lubricant.  He looked hesitantly at
the young man on the bed.

"This stuff?"

Nate asked curiously.  "Didn't that guy ever use any lotion with you?"

Jordan flushed and shook his head.  "Nah.  He just spit, then pushed hard.
It hurt like hell when he popped in and out of my hole."

Nate frowned.  "Well, dry can be fun sometimes, especially when you're
really ready for it, but I prefer to be real slick."

Jordan nodded.  "Okay, sir."

"And stop calling me sir."

"Yes si..., I mean, Nate."

Nate was waiting for him eagerly, his knees bent up and spread, giving his
partner full access to his ass.  Jordan squeezed a generous glob of the
jelly on to Nate's ass, giggling as Nate gasped and swore softly.

"Damn, that's cold."

Jordan worked one slick finger in, then another.  By then, Nate had warmed
up and was panting beneath him.  Jordan smeared more of the stuff on his
cock, then pressed the head against Nate's quivering hole.

"You sure?" he asked one last time.

Nate did not bother to reply, just reached down, and cupping both hands
around Jordan's ass, pulled him steadily into his body.  As Jordan's head
popped inside, Nate gasped and paused for a second.

Jordan flushed unhappily.  "I told you it hurts."

He started to pull out, but Nate gasped out, "No.  Wait a second and push in
slowly.  Don't worry.  I'm used to it."

Jordan muttered bitterly, "So am I and that doesn't make it hurt less."

Jordan waited.  Nate was so tight around his cock.  He couldn't stand it any
longer and started to move slowly.  Nate gasped and pushed against him.
Slowly he slid deeper until he was buried all the way inside the other man.
'Oh, is he ever hot and tight!  This feels sooo good.'  Jordan bit his lip
with the strain of waiting until Nate began to wiggle impatiently against
him.  Jordan took the hint and pulled out slightly.  The next time he slid
in easily.

Nate moaned as Jordan brushed against his prostate, inexpertly pumping in
and out.  The blond man let him go on at his own pace for a moment, watching
the look of intense concentration on his adorable face.  Then Nate wrapped
his strong legs around the boy's waist and held him for a second.

With a sudden surge, he rolled them both over and looked down at Jordan's
startled face.  He grinned for a moment before starting to ride him
furiously.  Nate loved seeing the surprised look fade and passion take over
on the beautiful face below him.

Jordan watched the strong muscles flex in powerful legs as the bigger man
plunged up and down on his engorged shaft.  Nate controlled his lunges so
that while he plunged down quickly, he slowed at the last second so that he
did not slam into the lighter boy beneath him.  Even so, he energetically
bounced both of them in the bed.  Jordan bent up his knees slightly to
balance them.  He had never felt anything like this before.

He cupped both hands around Nate's bouncing cock and began to slide them up
and down.  Nate rode him for about ten minutes before the younger man began
to pant and his eyes glazed over.

"Oh god, Nate, that feels so good.  I can't wait anymore."

Nate felt the hot spurt deep in his bowels and the rapid pulsing of the cock
buried in his ass.  Jordan's hands tightened and Nate moaned happily in
appreciation.  He stayed impaled until he felt the boy begin to shrink, then
lifted off.  Nate wasn't disappointed.  He knew that stamina would come with
practice.

He knelt between Jordan's legs and sucked his lightly furred balls into his
mouth.  Jordan moaned again, and pushed up against him, lifting his legs to
rest on Nate's strong shoulders.  He held tightly with his knees behind
Nate's neck to pull him closer.

Nate lavished moist attention on the tender nads, then drifted south slowly,
so as not to alarm the easily startled boy.  Jordan had been severely abused
in the past and tended to be jumpy.  When he reached the pale rosebud of the
waiting ass, he went to town on it.

By the time his cock began dripping precum from tip in his excitement,
Jordan was writhing mindlessly with Nate's tongue buried up to his nose and
wiggling inside him frantically.  Nate pulled out of Jordan's wet ass and
flipped the boy over on to his stomach.

"Nate!"

Jordan cried out in shock and sudden fear when the stronger man effortlessly
pulled his hips back, forcing him on to his hands and knees.  He knew this
position only too well and began to tense in anticipation of the expected
pain.

"Hush.  You know I won't do anything to hurt you, Jordan."  Nate reassured
him softly.  His hands were busy behind the boy, squeezing the tube of KY
into the sensitive ass.

Jordan squealed quietly as the cool jelly slid deep inside him.  He wiggled
against Nate's gently probing fingers spreading the lubricant.  Nate smeared
more KY thickly on to his big cock.  He knew that he was big, but this was
not the boy's first time, or even second.  He knew that with care he would
make his young friend forget his fears and enjoy the wonderful sensation of
fullness and learn the true pleasure of both fucking and being fucked.

He pushed slowly inside.  Jordan sobbed softly, and stuffed a handful of
sheet into his mouth, expecting the sharp, stabbing pain he had always
experienced before.  Nate reached forward, carefully not going any deeper,
and pulled it out with a gentle, but firm, order.

"No."

Jordan looked back miserably, but did not complain, just gritted his teeth.

"Jordan, trust me.  It'll be all right.  Now, I want you to push against me
like you are trying to shit me out."

The boy looked confused, but obediently began to strain against the huge
cock in his ass.  As he pushed, Nate slid carefully back and forth in short
strokes, gradually getting deeper each time, easier and easier.  Soon he
filled the deliciously hot and tight ass.

Jordan had said that Smith was not large.  It sounded like the man had been
too short to reach the boy's prostate to give him pleasure.  'Or too
inconsiderate.  That and Jordan was probably as tense as he could get from
fear or hate.'  Nate probed gently until he felt the slight bump and began
to rub past it with each deep slow plunge.

Soon Jordan's eyes sank closed and his moans took on a different tone.  Then
he began to push back against Nate's thrusts.

"Oh Nate.  That's so good."

Nate sped up until his balls were slapping furiously against the boy's legs.
  He was rocking him forward with every thrust.  He reached under the boy
and found the hard cock jutting forward.  Grabbed and stroked, matching the
tempo to his.

Jordan looked back over his shoulder, his eyelids drooping, his mouth open
and panting.  His moist red tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Nate buried himself all the way in the boy's hot ass and leaned across his
back, supporting his weight with one arm while the other continued to pump
on the boy's cock.  He plunged his tongue into Jordan's mouth.

The young man eagerly returned his deep kiss.  His back arched and he
shouted into Nate's mouth as he came for the second time that morning.

The pulsing of his guts triggered Nate's release.  Nate pumped one more time
with his hips before spurting his hot cum deep inside the boy.

They both collapsed on to the bed, still entangled, and continued to kiss
languorously.  Finally, Nate pulled himself regretfully away.

"Time to wash that beautiful body, Jordan."  He grumbled lightly.  He
swatted the boy's perfectly curved ass, enjoying the view.

Jordan looked up, his face still flushed from his pleasure and agreed
softly, with the habit Nate still hadn't broken him of.

"Yes sir."

Nate groaned and headed for the shower.  Not much hot water.  He groaned
again.  They washed quickly, enjoying the feel of the other's hands on their
bodies.  Then out the door into the truck and on the road.

Later that morning at breakfast, Jordan looked hesitantly over at the man
who had shown him so much last night and that morning.  'I hope this isn't
just a dream.  It would be horrible to wake up, cold and hungry.  I don't
want to find myself back in my bare room in the rented trailer with Pa
standing there, belt in hand.  Please let Nate be real.'  He shook himself
mentally and looked at the menu again.

Nate caught the quick shiver and chided the boy gently.  "Hey kid.  It'll be
all right.  Trust me."

Jordan looked up quickly and grinned.  "That's what you said last night."

Nate smiled back.  "And it was, wasn't it."

Jordan shook his head.  For a second, Nate looked hurt and worried.  Then
Jordan said with a mischievous grin, "It was more than just all right.  It
was grrreaatt!"  He rolled the word like the tiger in the cereal commercial
and Nate started to laugh.

The waitress smiled at them as they laughed together.  "It's nice to see
brothers getting along so well.  What can I get for you this morning?"

Jordan looked startled and opened his mouth to deny being Nate's brother,
but Nate shook his head and ordered quickly with a grin.  "I'll have coffee
and the brat wants hot chocolate.  Then two orders of the special, with oj."

She smiled again and left.

Jordan stared briefly at Nate, who said quietly.  "You don't want to draw
attention to yourself at a place like this.  Just smile and go along with
it."

Jordan nodded, but asked curiously, "Hot chocolate?"

Nate looked startled.  He had expected the boy to object to the brat label.
But he quickly realized Jordan was accustomed to worse labels and did not
even notice the minor put down.  Nate made a mental note never to call
Jordan names, even in jest.

"Don't you like hot chocolate?"

Jordan shrugged.  "Don't know.  I always just drank whatever was there.
Usually coffee.  Sometimes water, sometimes stale beer."

Nate nodded in understanding.  "Well, if you don't like it, you can have
some coffee."

Jordan grinned.  "Thanks."

When the waitress came with their meals, he wasted no time in wolfing his
down with his normal speed.  'At least someone has beaten manners into him.'
  Nate noted with approval, then flinched at the thought.  'Probably
literally.  I have got to watch what I say around the kid.'

Back in the truck, Jordan turned to Nate with determination on his face.

"Nate, what do I owe you for this?  I mean, you're buying everything.  I'm
just riding along, not helping."

Nate shook his head.  "Nothing, Jordan.  I'm just glad that I found you
before you got hurt worse by someone.  There's some bad people out on the
highways."

Jordan snorted.  "There's just as bad back home."  Then, with an adorably
stubborn, but frightened, look on his face, he insisted.  "I need to pay my
share."

He choked quietly, flushing with embarrassment.  "Please don't say what we
did was enough.  That would make me a whore.  And I don't think I could
stand that."  He finished softly, and stared out the window at the trees
streaming by.

Nate swallowed.  He had been about to say just that and thanked God briefly
that he had not insulted the boy that way.  He was really starting to like
Jordan.

"All right.  You help me get this beast unloaded and washed when we get to
the warehouse.  That's more than worth the room and meals."  Nate said
decisively.

Jordan looked dubious.  "You sure?"

Nate chuckled.  "You will be after you see how much work it is to get this
thing unpacked.  You ain't seen big until you have a broom in one hand and a
hose in the other, looking over the side of her."

Jordan smiled, relieved.  "I'll work hard, Nate."

"I know you will, kid," Nate agreed in his soft voice.

They drove on through the morning, and then the afternoon.

"Just another hour or so, Jordan, and we will be home.  Even with the storm,
I'm running a little early.  We're not due to the warehouse until Tuesday,
so we can spend tonight at my Dad's place, then head out to unload in the
morning."

Jordan looked frightened.  "Nate, won't your father be mad when you show up
with me without any warning?"

Nate laughed and shook his head.  "No.  He's used to me bringing home
strays.  He'll be grateful that you're not a big shaggy dog with fleas this
time.  Wait 'til you see the menagerie at home."

Jordan only looked slightly reassured.  "But won't he be mad at me for
sleeping with you?"  He persisted nervously.

Nate reached a hand out and cupped the younger man's chin in exasperation.
"Jordan, I told you.  My Dad is not like yours.  He knows what I am and
loves me anyway.  He will know just what to do about you.  And if that
includes chewing me out for making out with you, then it does.  I'm older.
I knew better and I did it anyway.  It's not your fault.  None of this is.
You are not bad.  You're not a whore.  You're just a confused kid who got
caught in something you had no control over.  Now, hush, and stop worrying."

Jordan chewed on his lip, then tried a tentative smile.  He really liked the
way Nate softly told him to hush instead of snarling, "shut yer trap".  He
thought it was nice.  'I'm not used to nice, but I could get to like it
really fast.'

Nate smiled back cheerfully and patted his knee, groping teasingly up his
thigh.  "Mind you, I'm not going to rush in and announce first thing that we
spent most of the night in a wild passionate sexual frenzy.  I don't think
that sort of thing should be shouted from the porch."

Jordan gaped, then giggled.  "Okay."

Nate continued with a lustful leer that left the younger man laughing
helplessly.  The bigger man grabbed the boy's crotch and patted Jordan's
equipment gently.  "The foyer is a different matter."

Then Nate sobered.  "Jordan.  Seriously now.  You are too young, only
eighteen, to my twenty-three.  I could get into a lot of trouble, and not
just with my Dad, if you tell people what we did.  It's a small town.  There
could be some bad repercussions."

Jordan frowned.  "But Nate, it was my idea.  I started it."

Nate said seriously.  "And I should have stopped it, but didn't.  I'm older,
Jordan.  My responsibility, no matter who starts it."

Jordan nodded.  "I understand."

He sat quietly for the rest of the trip, growing paler and more nervous as
they got closer.  Nate noticed, but did not say anything.  The kid was old
enough to want to deal with his fears himself.

They turned off the highway at the access road.  Then right on to a twisted
dirt road that led to a neatly painted house bordered by a split rail fence.
  Jordan stared eagerly.

"We're home!"  Nate announced happily.

As he swung the rig around to the side of the house, he pulled on the air
horn three times.  A swarm of dogs rushed barking from the barn behind the
house.

Jordan gasped.  "Nate!  Stop!"

Nate laughed confidently.  "They'll get out of the way."

"No," Jordan choked out.  "The cops.  They're here.  They found us."

He looked like he was going to cry.

***


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Mike.

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