Jordans Story

Author's note: Hey, you found this story in the Nifty gay archive site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic adult bisexual (gay male-female) 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

Hey y'all, don't kill me. It's just a stage that Jordan's going through. You might choose to skip the sex scenes if male-female sex (sort of) bothers you. Mike

Babysitting with Katie

Jordan frowned as he chewed on the end of his pencil. Although he knew that he should be concentrating on the test before him, the thoughts that kept jumping up in the front of his mind distracted him. It was Nate's birthday on Monday and Jordan did not have his present yet.

The teen smiled. 'I know what I want to give him, but how does one go about wrapping a blowjob?'

He shook his head and turned his attention back to the paper. This was his second to last test for the school year. Of course, even after school let out for the summer, Jordan would still have classes. Although they had let him into the junior class, he had missed so much school before Pa had pulled him out to send him to work, that he needed to attend summer school before they would let him be a senior. Oh well, at least he had only lost a year and a summer, not the full two years.

Graduation. Now that was definitely worth anticipating. But not now. Jordan sighed and picked up his pencil again.

Katie finished her test and sat waiting for the bell. She watched the handsome boy at the desk beside her wistfully. Jordan had started here only this year and already he was one of the most popular kids in their class. He had played on the football team last fall, then discovered soccer.

She had been there with her fellow cheerleader, and one of Jordan's teammates, when Jordan's father had kidnapped him. They were the ones who had ran to Jordan's guardian and told him that Jordan had left with a stranger. And that he had been frightened. Jordan later turned up with two broken ribs and badly bruised. He would not discuss the event with anyone, but had thanked Katie, Elizabeth, and Sam for alerting Sheriff Blackman, his guardian.

She sighed. Jordan was so cute. He was about 5'10" with brown hair and eyes. His face was handsome, even with his slightly crooked nose. Between the football and the soccer, the eighteen year old was slim, but it was solid muscle, wide-shouldered and narrow hipped. His jeans fit his slender body in a way that made her breathing quicken and gave her mind material for hours of daydreaming. Katie was determined to get Jordan to take her to the end of year dance.

He wasn't dating anyone that she had heard about. With Elizabeth as her best friend, she would have known immediately. Elizabeth had admitted that he was one of the few jocks at the school that she had not 'sampled', as she put it. It wasn't for lack of trying. Jordan had an adorable tendency to turn pale and go the other way quickly whenever Lizzie started eying him like the dessert tray at the hotel. That was fine with Katie. She didn't really want Lizzie's leftovers.

The bell rang; school was out for the day. Students dashed or wandered towards the door depending on their natures. Jordan gathered his books and strode out. Katie waited for him in the hall.

"Jordan, are you still coming to the library to study for the social studies final on Monday?"

Jordan nodded. "Yeah. I need to stop by the Sheriff's office and let him know where I'm going. He'll pick me up when he's done at work."

"Okay, I'll walk with you. It's not that far out of the way."

Jordan groaned exaggeratedly. "Can you believe some of the questions Mr. Jackson asked on the history test? I felt like I was taking the math test with all the numbers he wanted."

Katie giggled. Jordan was smart for someone as athletic as he was, but he joked about it and did not admit it too readily. But she was in the National Honor Society also and knew his GPA from working in the office.

The two of them exchanged horror stories about tests as they walked to the Sheriff's office. Jordan remembered what happened another time he had walked through town this way. He kept a wary eye out for his Pa, but thankfully there was no sign of him. Maybe they had finally chased him away for good. He darted in to tell the Sheriff where he was going.

"No problem," the Sheriff told him. "I'll pick you up at eight. Now get out. I'm busy," he said with an affectionate clap of the boy's shoulder.

"Yes sir." Jordan grinned and dashed out to join Katie.

She was talking to Mark, the youngest of the Sheriff's three sons. 'Mark looks so much like Nate,' Jordan thought wistfully, 'except for the gray eyes.' Nate's were blue. But Mark was straight and married to a nice girl. They had just had their first child a few months ago.

"Hey Mark, what's up?" Jordan said with a smile.

Mark grinned at him in relief. "Just the man I wanted to see. Do you have any plans for tonight?"

Jordan grimaced and waved a hand glumly at his backpack. "Social studies final first thing Monday. Half our grade, between it and the paper. I asked your Dad to file charges against any teacher that would do such a thing. But he claims it's an adult conspiracy to keep the town quiet on the weekend and that he can't do anything."

Mark nodded in understanding. "Ouch. What a way to spend Friday night. Look, Jordan. I have a problem. It's Sheila's and my anniversary and I made reservations for tonight at a great restaurant, then I'm taking her dancing and out to Brad's hotel."

Jordan raised an eyebrow. "That's a problem?" he teased.

"No. The problem is Ashley. We are all packed and ready to go and I just found out that her sitter has the flu. Can you watch her for us? Brad's working all night, Dad's on duty, and Nate's not due in until Sunday evening. I'll pay you the same I would Mary Beth."

"Sure. No problem." Then Jordan looked at Katie. "Hey, I'm sorry about the study session. Maybe we could get together during the weekend."

Katie looked disappointed, but Mark spoke up quickly, "Jordan, Sheila won't mind if Katie comes over to study with you. She and Katie's big sister went to school together and are still friends. Here's some money for pizza. Sheila made brownies today."

Jordan's face lit up happily. "Brownies? I'm on my way. You coming, Katie?"

Mark laughed. Katie smiled.

"Oh yes. Sheila's brownies are great. She used to come over and make them when she spent the night with Helen. I'd eat them 'til I felt like a blimp."

Jordan eyed the slim girl beside him and shook his head. "I can't imagine you as a blimp, Katie." Then he teased her, "A balloon, maybe."

Katie squealed and pushed him as he laughed down at her. He wrapped an arm around her, keeping her from shoving him again.

Unnoticed by the playing teens, Mark's face showed his surprise, then satisfaction. He knew that Jordan and Nate had slept together before Nate had brought the young runaway home with him, but maybe that had just been a one-time thing. He loved his brother, but he thought Jordan was too young for him. Even if he was a great kid. Katie was pretty enough to get anyone she wanted, even with her impossible brothers, and she had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, so there wasn't an age issue.

"Come on you two. I'm parked out back. I'll give you a ride. There's a cell phone in the car if you need to call your parents, Katie."

"Okay Mark. Let me run in and tell your dad where I'm going so he won't go to the library. I'll be right back." Jordan dashed inside as Katie went to call her parent's. Mark drove them back to the apartment.

Sheila handed Ashley to Jordan with a kiss and a list of instructions and numbers. Jordan just smiled and nodded obediently. He knew the routine. She did this every time he watched Ashley; although this was the first time he was keeping her all night. Sheila had three younger siblings and treated Jordan just like she did her youngest brother, Sam, much to Jordan's amusement. Then the eager young parents headed out the door for their special night.

Jordan looked down at the wide eyed baby staring at him and said gently, "Okay, Ashley, what do you think about social studies?"

The baby stared at him for a second, then yawned.

Katie laughed as he said, "Yeah, I think so too."

Two hours, a bottle, a diaper, and a plate of brownies later, Jordan lowered his forehead to the table and moaned softly.

"I confess, I did it in the parlor with the kitchen knife. Don't torture me any more."

Katie stretched. "I agree. I can't study any longer. Ashley's asleep, you interested in something to eat besides brownies?"

Jordan's head came up quickly and he fished in his jeans pocket for a second, then triumphantly held up the twenty Mark had given him.

"Pizza!"

Katie giggled. She thought mentioning food would get his attention. Her brother Jack was always hungry also.

Jordan grinned. "Mark's got a bunch of movies in the living room. Want to watch one while we eat?"

Katie smiled and agreed. 'It is almost like a date,' she thought excitedly. 'And with Jordan!' She could not believe her luck.

Jordan could not believe he had asked Katie to stay and watch a movie with him. He had never really been alone with a girl before. Pa had used the buckle end of his belt on him the one time he caught him holding hands with the little redhead in eighth grade. That was the last time he had dared go near one.

But Pa was long gone and Katie was really pretty. And it wasn't like Katie was any competition for Nate, no matter how smart and pretty she was. He still loved the other young man. She was just a friend.

When the pizza arrived, he carried it into the living room where Katie was rummaging through the movies. He sat on the couch beside her putting the pizza and the sodas on the coffee table in front of them. The couch was large and stuffed, with an afghan tossed over it.

Jordan laughed at the comedy Katie had picked out. He wondered if he could get away with putting his arm around her. She smiled up at him and he decided to try. He was very curious about girls. He already knew about men and was very much attracted to Nate, if not all out in love with him. But....

Katie did not object and he pulled her close into her side, enjoying the feel of her soft hair against the underside of his chin. When the movie ended, she looked up at him with her face smiling and happy.

"Wasn't that a funny movie? I really enjoyed it," she said enthusiastically.

Jordan looked down at her. "I enjoyed watching you enjoy it."

Then, as she stared at him, her eyes widening, he lowered his mouth to hers. Softly and gently he tasted her. She felt so smooth, none of the tickling he got from Nate's moustache and the stubble the young trucker always showed up with after a long haul. But not bad. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned into the kiss.

Jordan was conscious that this was delicate Katie in his arms, not big sturdy Nate. Throwing her down on the couch and pouncing on her would only make her run, not chuckle, and grab his ass to pull him closer. So he went slowly. He just wanted to touch her. Jordan knew there was no way he would have sex with her; he loved Nate much too much to cheat on him. Even if they weren't officially seeing each other.

He slid his hands under her shirt and held her ribs for a moment before sliding his strong hands up to her small soft breasts. He could not believe how different she felt from Nate's hard fur covered muscles. Gently he stroked her nipples and felt them contract under his thumbs.

She gasped and broke their kiss, suddenly uncertain. "Jordan," she said hesitantly.

He paused and spoke softly, "It's okay, Katie. I won't do anything you don't want me to. You say no and I stop. No hard feelings. I promise."

"Okay, Jordan," she said as she snuggled back against him.

Gradually he leaned her back until she was lying on the couch. He felt her open his shirt and stroke his lightly furred chest.

"You have so much hair," she said in surprise.

He chuckled. "Not really. You should see Brad, Nate, and Mark. You would think the bears had come in for the winter."

She giggled. He touched her chest again through the thin material of her bra. Minutes later he had it off.

She gasped and almost lurched off the couch as his experienced lips and tongue closed over one puckered nipple. She might be bigger and softer than Nate, but he was almost as sensitive about his nipples. He moved to the other side. Jordan had her writhing in desire quickly.

Katie touched his flat stomach, his lean hips, then hesitated at the waist of his jeans.

"Touch me, Katie."

He mumbled around her breast in his mouth, and with one hand, pressed her smaller one over his bulging zipper. She paused for a second, then sighed and fumbled with the button and the zipper. His erection tented out the front of his jockeys. She touched him uncertainly and stopped anxiously when he moaned.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, it feels good. Here, do this."

He slid her hand slowly up and down the front of his hard cock. When his hand left hers, she continued to stroke him. He reached down and undid her shorts and pushed them over her hips and butt.

She froze. They were getting a little too far too quickly for her. She protested.

"Jordan!"

He looked at her, his face flushed, his eyes bright.

"I just want to see you, Katie. I won't go too far."

"Well, okay, but if you take off my clothes, then you have to get undressed too."

That was a condition he could comply with. He quickly had both of them naked. Her eyes got big when she saw his erection.

"Jordan, what's that?" She pointed at his cock.

Jordan chuckled. "Katie, I thought you said you got an A in that human sexuality class we took. With two brothers, you have never seen one of those before?"

She giggled and reached down to touch him. "The boys are different. It's like you have extra skin over your tip."

He smiled, understanding. "I'm not circumcised, Katie. I was born at home. Your brothers were probably born in a hospital where they do the surgery fairly automatically."

"Oh," was all she had time to say before he pulled her back down again.

He stroked her soft skin, sliding his fingers down until they smoothed the short hair on her mound. Gently he slid a finger along the clit until she gasped. He played with the tiny nub for a moment.

Katie wiggled and sighed, "That feels so good."

He licked and kissed down to her leg, then slid his tongue through the light blonde hair to touch the tiny knob gently. She tasted so different than Nate did.

She squealed and grabbed his hair, pulling his face up a little. She couldn't believe where he was putting his mouth. Jordan nuzzled her slender stomach, then worked his way back down again. This time she let him. Thank God she had showered after gym this afternoon.

"Oooohh."

Katie moaned as he licked and bit lightly. She jumped when he gently probed with one finger inside her. She was wonderfully wet and ready for him. He slid in a second finger. Jordan knelt beside the couch, his fingers deep inside her. His tongue licking between the fleshy lips.

Jordan could feel how tight she was around his fingers and decided there was no way he was going any further. He didn't know much about girls, other than locker room gossip, but figured he would hurt her if he tried. It wasn't worth it. But if he could make big sturdy Nate come with his mouth and fingers, he bet he could get Katie to do so also. He decided to try.

His tongue stroked the tiny nubbin and rubbed it against the flesh behind it. She had shaved most of her hair except a small, neatly trimmed bikini patch. So different than Nate's forest. He suckled while twisting his two fingers around, in and out. Her breathing sped up. Her back arched and she grabbed his hair as she came lightly. He licked her moisture with his agile tongue and she gasped. 'Different, but I like Nate's cum better,' he decided.

He guessed he could have made her come harder, but didn't quite know how. Or really want to. He felt that this playing was okay, but anything else would be disloyal to his real love, Nate.

Katie moaned and looked at him. He smiled at her and she asked curiously, "Do you like that? It felt so good."

He grinned and nodded. "Yeah," he said softly.

She looked at his quivering cock with the drop of precum at the slit.

"I don't want to risk getting pregnant. But I want you to feel good too."

"You could use your hands and I will come," he suggested gently.

She touched him and his cock jumped. She giggled. "Okay. That's fair. Your turn to lie on the couch."

Jordan slid up on the couch beside her. She stroked him for a while, her hand not as calloused or certain as Nate's, but it was better than masturbating, and he enjoyed her touch. As he got closer, he reached down and brought up his discarded underwear. His breathing quick and shallow, as he felt himself starting to cum, he caught the semen in the jockeys to avoid a mess. He wasn't about to make Katie nervous after she had let him go even this far.

She looked at the drops of creamy white fluid that clung to the tip and then looked at Jordan. Lizzie had talked about sucking a penis and she was curious.

"Jordan, what does it taste like? You tasted me." She whispered, flushing with embarrassment.

Jordan grinned. "Why don't you try it?"

She thought for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and gently lapped at the tip. Jordan liked the tickle of her tongue on the tip of his head, but missed Nate's expert mouth.

He asked gently, "Well?"

Katie giggled and stretched out on his chest.

"Here. I'll share."

She kissed him and he could taste the small bit of semen on her tongue. She could taste herself in his mouth also. 'He tasted better,' they both thought secretly.

He held her for a while, wrapped in the afghan, cuddling gently, then they dressed. It was time to take her home. Ashley had slept through the whole thing. He put the sleeping baby in the sling Sheila had left and walked the short distance to Katie's house. Outside the path they paused.

"Katie, I'm glad you stayed. Thank you." Jordan kissed her gently on the lips. She could smell herself on his mouth. She tasted his semen on her tongue again and flushed with her new knowledge. Jack would kill Jordan if he ever found out. She would have to be careful if she wanted him again.

Katie glanced nervously at the house. Good, no lights in the front windows. Everyone must be in the living room in the back. Jack was probably still out on his date. She looked up at the handsome boy carrying the baby unselfconsciously and asked nervously.

"You won't tell anyone what we did, will you, Jordan?"

He put one finger on her mouth and grinned. "Nope. Especially not my guardian. Just don't mention it to Elizabeth unless you want the whole town to know."

She giggled. "Oh, don't I know that."

He laughed also.

She gathered up her courage and asked him, "Jordan. Are you taking anyone to the prom next week?"

Jordan shook his head, looking down curiously at the short blonde girl. "No. I hadn't really planned on going," he answered with a shrug.

Katie looked surprised. She couldn't imagine such a thing. "Not go to the dance? Why ever not, Jordan?"

He looked away, then back down at her. "I guess there's no reason I shouldn't. It is just habit. Pa never let me go anywhere but to work, so I didn't really think about it. Parties and dances were something other kids went to, not me."

Katie paused for a moment. She had forgotten about the abusive father he run away from when he came to live with his guardian. She couldn't imagine any father beating someone the way Jordan had been by his father. But she had seen the bruises on him herself. It had been horrible. Then she continued doggedly, before she lost her nerve.

"Jordan, would you be interested in going with me? I mean, I like you a lot, and I really don't want to go with Lizzie this year. She always leaves with someone else."

Then, she grinned at him. "Besides, you're faster than Jack. It's a mandatory requirement for anyone who goes out with me."

Jordan laughed. Jack, the defensive lineman for the football team, was more than just a little protective of his little sister. But they were friends also. Not that mere friendship would save his ass if Jack ever got wind of what he had done with Katie this night.

"Yeah. I can see where that would help." He looked at her seriously. "I don't know how to dance," he warned her.

She shook her head. "I don't care."

Jordan thought he should ask her properly. "Okay. Katie, would you like to go to the prom with me?" he asked with a serious look on his face. At her giggled yes, he grinned and offered her his arm to take her to the porch.

Her father opened the door as they went up the steps. His scowl at the handsome boy smiling at his pretty daughter faded as he saw the protective arm Jordan had around the now waking baby. 'They couldn't have gotten into too much trouble with Jordan as responsible with the baby as he was,' he thought cheerfully, if erroneously.

"Hi Katie, have fun babysitting?" he asked.

Katie hid her blush in Ashley's hair as she kissed the baby goodnight.

"Thanks again for helping me with Ashley and the social studies," Jordan said to Katie after he exchanged polite greetings with her father. Then he headed back to Mark's place to feed Ashley.

Katie's father raised his eyebrows as she hugged herself and danced around the foyer after Jordan left.

"He asked me to the prom!" she said happily.

Her father chuckled, and said wryly, "Does Jack know?"

Katie frowned. "I'll deal with Jack. I am not having him beat up Jordan like he did Mike last year and leave me with Lizzie again."

Her dad laughed. His slight daughter could handle her much bigger brother rather well when she really wanted to.

Jordan whistled as he walked home. He had enjoyed playing with Katie and did not mind taking her to the prom. But he realized how very much more he loved Nate. Girls were okay, and he and Katie could be friends, but that was as far as he was interested in her. She was warm, soft, and smooth, but he liked hot, hard, and hairy. Nate would be home in two days.

He couldn't wait.