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
Going to the Prom:
Nate yawned as he pulled into the driveway. He had been on the seat so long that his butt had gone numb. But finally, he was at his Dad's place. He spotted a figure dashing out to the rig and grinned. Here came Jordan.
Nate was desperately in love with the younger man, but was trying to wait until the boy graduated from high school. Jordan was eighteen now, but was also lived with Nate's father, and the burly man had spelled it out rather clearly to the two young men - no sex. Nate was disappointed, but obedient. Jordan wasn't nearly as patient.
Jordan yanked open the door of the cab and glanced in quickly to make sure that Nate was alone.
Nate had time to smile and say, "Hi Jordan. What's up... oooff?"
Jordan pounced.
Nate finished the sentence talking to the roof of the cab as Jordan shoved him bodily back on to the seat, yanking up Nate's T-shirt and down his zipper. Jordan reached into his lover's underwear and scooped out the goodies he had been waiting for. His mouth opened and he dived in.
Nate stared in bemusement at the dark head buried vigorously in his crotch and asked in amusement, "Did you miss me?"
Jordan pulled free with an audible slurp and swarmed up Nate's prone body to plant a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss on his friend before sliding down again.
Nate swallowed experimentally. Yep, his tonsils were still there, despite Jordan's tongue. Then he reached down to stroke the soft hair bobbing up and down on him and lay back with a happy sigh to enjoy Jordan's enthusiastic greeting. Jordan was definitely much better at getting his whole eight inches down his throat than he had been that first time.
His breathing quickened and his hips began to pump as Jordan used both hands to slide his jeans down. Nate felt greasy fingers probe his hole. 'Jordan remembers where I keep the KY,' he thought with his last coherent thought, before those fingers drove pleasure in and cognition out.
He moaned and Jordan sucked harder, seeking the sweet creamy load Nate would soon reward his efforts with. He was not disappointed and swallowed frantically.
Nate stretched and started to sit up, but Jordan wasn't done yet. Nate had been gone entirely too long. The dark haired boy pulled off of Nate's still firm cock and with a strong twist of Nate's legs, rolled him over, leaving his legs hanging out the door, his butt bare and ready.
"Jordan!" Nate said in surprise as the tube of KY poked into his asshole. He squirmed and complained with laughter in his voice, "Oh, that is Cold!"
Jordan ignored him, yanking his soccer shorts down just far enough to let his seven-inch erection spring out, and pushing slowly and steadily into Nate's ass.
Nate wiggled and moaned as the friction of Jordan's slow and steady fucking warmed the lubrication. Warm became hot and Nate's cock hardened as Jordan sped up only enough to torment him with longing.
"Jordan, you are making it very hard to be good. How am I supposed to wait when you do things like this?" Nate asked between gasps.
Jordan's reply was somewhat muffled as he nuzzled the back of Nate's neck, but his actions were unmistakable.
"Hard is good. I like hard," he mumbled as he groped beneath Nate's body to grasp the hard cock and began jacking.
Nate moaned and stopped trying to think as the younger man began to plunge forcefully, slamming his hips against the seat with every stroke. The slim blond man wiggled enough to pull off his shirt and lie on it. Nate lay beneath the lithe muscular body and loved the feeling of the bare sweaty chest rubbing so energetically against his back. Jordan had grown just enough hair this past year to provide a delicious scrape.
Soon, Jordan was gasping, his balls tight against his cock, then Nate felt the hot flood of Jordan's cum deep inside his body. Nate's throbbing cock pulsed.
He yelled in alarm, "Jordan! I'm cuming. Not on the seat!"
Nate was very picky about his truck and kept it spotless. Jordan laughed and grabbed the rag from beneath the seat and wrapped it around the sharply cut head of Nate's cock just in time to catch the flood in his fist.
Jordan pulled out of Nate and helped him roll over, his cock lying limply to one side, his knees bent and legs dangling out the door of his rig. Jordan lay on top of Nate and kissed him deeply.
"Welcome home, Nate."
The young blond trucker pulled the teen close. "God, I love you so much, Jordan. Two more months is going to kill me too."
Jordan giggled and wiggled free, jumping down to the ground and adjusting his shorts. "Come on, let's get the monster washed."
Nate just groaned and pulled himself up slowly. "Where did all this energy come from? Can I have some?"
"Sure. I'll share again." Jordan leered and started to climb back in the truck.
Nate fended him off and jumped down, landing agilely despite the jeans around his ankles. He pulled up his pants. "Oh no you don't. Dad will get home and find me drooling and gibbering in the truck from an overdose of you, and when he finishes with me, your favorite toys will be gone."
Jordan laughed and jogged for the hose. The sun was warm, the water cold, and the young men happy in their time together. The truck gradually gleamed. Sunday afternoon passed all too quickly.
Monday morning, in the gym after the last phys Ed class for the year, Jordan stepped dripping from the shower. He stood by his locker and rubbed his hair dry with a towel. The gym was very rowdy and noisy. The other boys joked and horsed around, snapping towels and teasing. Jordan felt eyes on him and looked up. Jack was staring at his cock, turning red rapidly, his scowl growing into full-fledged rage. 'What was going on?' An enraged roar interrupted the locker room play. "Jordan! You bastard son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you!" Jordan froze and swallowed in alarm. Uh oh, Katie must have said something about what happened Friday night while they were babysitting Ashley. They had only petted and played, but it had gone pretty far. Obviously too far for her very over protective brother. Jack had pounded guys for much less. Jordan wrapped the towel around his waist and tried to calm Jack down. Normally they were friends, but he did not think that would save him. Jordan was the faster runner, but wet from his shower, wearing only the little gym towel, he wasn't going to get too far. "Jack, calm down," he said somewhat nervously. Jack lurched across the locker room. Other boys scattered, then watched in fascination. Jack had beaten up more than one of them. Jack snarled at Jordan. "I didn't know what she was talking about yesterday, but now I do. Just how far did you go that night?" Jack shoved both hands against Jordan's chest, pushing him into the locker. Jordan moved quickly. With one sudden move, he grabbed Jack's arm and twisted. Jack found himself with his face in the locker and Jordan behind him with Jack's thick arm twisted up behind his back. After Pa had beaten Jordan so badly that last time, Nate's brother Mark, had given the teen an intense grounding in self-defense. Mark had started learning self-defense as a young teen. The younger brother of an acknowledged gay, and looking exactly like his brother, had made high school rough. Until he learned enough to defend himself, and then enough to flatten most opponents, he had gotten beaten up regularly. He had kept his skills up and was now a black belt instructor at the local academy. Jordan really appreciated his help. He wasn't ever going to be anyone's punching bag again. "Jack, let's get dressed and discuss this outside. I am not going to stand here and smear Katie's name all over the locker room," Jordan hissed into Jack's ear and twisted his arm until the bigger boy reluctantly agreed. Jack tended to think with his muscles and not his brain. But even he understood that. They glared at each other as they yanked on their clothes and went outside. Jack's snarl discouraged the onlookers and they had a moment of privacy. Jack glared at Jordan. "I heard Katie and Lizzie talking about eating bananas. Lizzie said something about peeling them first and Katie said it wasn't necessary, it worked just as well with the skin on. Lizzie was surprised and asked her where she found that out. Katie wouldn't tell her, but when I saw your uncut dick I knew that you had done something Friday night when she was babysitting with you. Now I'm going to rip it out by the roots and stuff it down your own throat." Jack stared at the other boy. "I thought we were friends. How could you do that with my baby sister?" Jordan sighed and rolled his eyes. "I told her not to tell Elizabeth anything." That did not seem to comfort Jack and only made his fists clench tighter. Jordan raised his hands to hold him back for a moment. "Jack, I admit we played around on Friday. But we did not go all the way." Jack snarled. "Far enough for her to know what you look like!" Jordan shrugged and glared back at Jack. "I didn't do anything that she didn't want me too. We did some heavy petting and that was it. And if you hadn't blown up in the locker no one would have known anything!" Jack glared and muttered, but looked down in the face of Jordan's annoyed stare. "Just don't do it again. Stay away from my sister." Jordan sighed. "Jack, I'm not going to get Katie in trouble, but I did promise to take her to the Prom. Now try to calm down and not ruin it for her, huh?" It took some more arguing, but eventually Jack reluctantly agreed and stalked off. Jordan watched until he was gone, then sighed, and leaned against the side of the building in relief. He jumped as he heard someone chuckle. He spun around and saw Sam, the goalkeeper from the soccer team, and one of his friends, walking over carrying two book bags. "Hey, you're still alive! What did you do to set Jack off? Kiss Katie or something?" Jordan nodded and took his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder. "Or something," he said ruefully. "And you're not in bloody little pieces? Wow. Are you that brave, or that stupid?" Sam joked. "That stupid," Jordan said. "I asked her to go to the dance with me." "Ouch. That's going to hurt," Sam said, rolling his eyes. Jordan laughed. "You're telling me. I am definitely glad it isn't football season, or Jack would be using me as his tackling dummy." The boys laughed and joked into the building. Lizzie saw Jordan and Sam already sitting down at the table for lunch. She nudged Katie and they joined the boys. Lizzie gave Jordan a predatory look that made him feel more endangered than the salad on her tray. Jordan glanced at Katie and spoke softly, "I thought you weren't going to bring up the other night." She blushed slightly. "Lizzie and I were talking, and it just came out. Why?" Sam chortled. "Jack nearly ripped his head off during gym today." Katie looked alarmed. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" and looked over Jordan anxiously. Jordan shook his head. "No, I managed to convince him to leave me in enough pieces to take you to the dance on Friday." Katie smiled in relief. As the girls finished their lunch and rose, she impulsively kissed Jordan on the nose. They both heard a low growl behind them and the clatter of a tray as Jack saw that. Katie glared at her brother and left with a toss of her head. Sam stared open-mouthed at his friend. "You have a death wish, don't you?" he asked incredulously. Jordan just rolled his eyes and wiped the lipstick off his nose. "Obviously." --- That evening, Jordan and the Sheriff were eating dinner with Brad and Nate. Jordan toyed with his food nervously. This drew suspicious stares from the three men who were more used to seeing his vacuum cleaner impression during meals. Finally, the Sheriff set down his fork and asked, "Jordan. What is the matter? Did you fail your social studies exam? Get in a fight at school? Rob the liquor store?" Jordan looked up and smiled. "No sir. Nothing like that. I was just wondering if I could borrow one of the cars for Friday night?" "What's up Friday?" Nate asked in amusement. Jordan flushed as his secret lover looked at him and then said in a rush to the Sheriff, "Sir, Katie wants me to take her to the School's Out for Summer dance, and I can't see picking her up to ride in the back of the patrol car. I don't think her father would like that. Or maybe he would. But even if he would, I wouldn't, so can I borrow a car?" Nate stared at him in shock. Brad started to laugh. Even the Sheriff smiled. "No, that probably would not be a good idea. You can use the pickup, if you want. The car needs that broken shock replaced still." Brad grinned. "I'll let you use my car. Its better than the truck." Jordan gaped. "You'd let me drive the Porsche? Thanks Brad. I'll be really careful with it." He knew how much Brad loved that black car. Nate leaned back in his chair and asked carefully, "When did you start dating Katie?" He kept his voice neutral. Jordan looked over at him and replied in a surprised voice, "Oh, we're not seeing each other. She helped me baby-sit Ashley the other night and told me she wanted to go to the dance with someone besides Lizzie. And Jack has scared off anyone else who could possibly ask her. So I did." Nate raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched. "And he doesn't scare you?" Jordan smiled. "Nah, I run faster than him. He only threatened to rip off my dick and stuff it down my throat if I touch her. No problem. Mark's lessons really helped." Brad laughed. Nate leaned back in relief. Jordan did not seem too excited about taking Katie out. Nate's dad and brother both felt a sense of relief that Jordan was getting interested in girls, rather than Nate. Luckily, they were not telepathic. Jordan ate his dinner, hoping to get Nate to himself for long enough to get the dessert he really wanted. Thick and creamy, not too bitter, not too sweet, and in such a nice package. Ummm. *** Friday finally arrived. Jordan carefully drove Brad's Porsche to Nate's apartment to change his clothes. He had the rented tux wrapped in plastic. Nate smiled as he opened the door. "Hi Jordan, aren't you a little early? I thought the dance isn't until seven." Jordan grinned. "I thought I'd model the tux for you. Since I can't go with the date I really want, at least you can see me all dressed up. Besides," he raised an eyebrow in a lecherous grin. "I need my back washed." Nate smiled and locked the door. "Well, let's see what we can do to fix that." Jordan eagerly started to yank off his clothes. Nate caught his hands and said gently, "Slow down. We have hours before you have to go." The young man stopped, then smiled at his lover. "Okay, Nate. Your lead." Nate tilted his head slightly and ran his tongue along the soft lips which parted eagerly. He dipped into the moist warm mouth that still tasted like the wintergreen candies Jordan liked. As he slowly tasted every tooth and crevasse, Jordan moaned and pushed closer to him. Jordan's hands began to roam over Nate's tall hard body, seeking the soft fur of his chest that the boy adored. Nate slowly unbuttoned the black cotton shirt Jordan wore. Jordan followed his example, then rubbed his lightly haired chest against Nate's thick golden pelt. Nate pulled Jordan into the small bedroom with a big, sturdy poster bed. Gently he eased the boy down on his back and lifted his hands over his head. "Here, Jordan. Hold on to the headboard." Jordan obeyed, then a memory struck and he looked slightly alarmed. He asked plaintively, "You aren't going to squeeze off my cock again, are you Nate?" Nate just smiled. "You didn't enjoy that?" Jordan flushed and wiggled slightly. "I never came so hard in my life. You know that. But it still hurt." Nate grinned and lowered his mouth to Jordan's brown nipple, licking at it until it puckered. "Just keep your hands up there and I promise you'll enjoy everything." Jordan's eyes lit up and he spoke somewhat breathlessly as Nate's tongue found the other nipple. "I love you, Nate." "I know." Nate's mouth worked down the boy's flat stomach until he reached the button of his jeans. Using his teeth, he pulled it loose and then dragged down the zipper slowly. Jordan's breath caught as Nate put his mouth over the hard bulge pushing out his jockeys and slowly blew the warm air out. His hips rose as he tried to press closer. Nate slid off Jordan's running shoes and then the rest of his clothing, then grasping his ankles, spread his unresisting legs as wide as they would go. He hooked Jordan's heels over the side of the mattress to keep them open. He stood at the foot of the bed as Jordan looked past his erect cock and saw Nate framed in his spread legs. The handsome blond man slowly caressed his pecks, playing with his own tits, and rubbing his hands in the fur, before sliding out of his shirt. Jordan gasped and started to lower his hands. "No, hold still and watch, love. This is just for you," Nate said and licked his lips slowly as he smiled. Jordan put his arms back with a sigh of pleasure. Nate looked at the beautiful boy on the bed and wondered again how he had gotten so lucky to find such a wonderful friend and lover. Nate lowered his hands along his ribs and unzipped his jeans, then reached in and with one finger lightly stroked the cock that swelled up as it leapt free from its confinement. He was not wearing any underwear. He rubbed his fingers along the broad cut head until the first drop of precum oozed out. Jordan's breathing quickened as the young trucker slid down his jeans, stepping out of the boots and the leg with one smooth motion. Jordan thought that Nate was so graceful and controlled. The strong muscles quivered slightly as the older man balanced, but easily kept him upright. Very upright, as he straightened to reveal his full eight inch erection. Nate spread his legs slightly, just enough for Jordan to clearly see the rounded furry balls that hung behind his cock. Nate cupped them and held them out to the dark haired boy and Jordan moaned in desire. 'I can't believe it. I'm so hard it hurts and Nate has barely even touched me.' Nate squeezed the tube of KY lavishly over his two fingers, swirling it until they looked like a soft ice-cream cone. Then he put his foot on the bed and turned slightly so that the younger man had a perfect view of him pushing the two fingers steadily into his ass until they were completely buried. Nate proceeded to slowly slide them in and out. Pausing to swirl them around the puckered hole, before plunging deeply within again. His other hand cupped his balls and gently cuddled them, occasionally running his hand up to curve his thumb around the swollen head of his cock. Jordan stared, entranced, wondering how he could feel so jealous of a pair of fingers. When he thought he could not stand it any more, Nate dropped to his knees between Jordan's legs and ran his greased fingers from the back of his balls to the quivering rosebud below them. He paused, looking at the straining boy. "Nate, please," Jordan begged. Nate smiled and lowered his head. Jordan sighed with relief as Nate finally touched him. Then gasped as the warm wet tongue plunged completely inside him without pause. Nate tongued and wiggled and licked and nibbled, until Jordan panted frantically, his hips lunging up to meet every deep plunge. Nate pulled back and cupped Jordan's rounded cheeks in both hands, lifting and spreading him open and vulnerable. Jordan slid his legs over Nate's thighs, then cried out in ecstasy as Nate slammed into his ready body with no further preliminaries. It burned for an instant, but the pain disappeared as Nate's hard rhythm stroked across his prostate with every deep plunge. Jordan arched his back and gritted his teeth when he felt that tingling deep inside his balls. "Nate, I'm coming. Oh god that feels so good. Don't stop," he moaned happily. Nate pulled gently on Jordan's testicles and stroked his hand along the hard cock until he felt the quivering warning of eruption. He pulled free of Jordan's hot, tight ass and closed his mouth over the head just in time to catch the first spurt of hot cum. He swallowed once, then lifted off, and aimed Jordan's cock at his heaving chest, watching as the thick ropes of creamy fluid spurted over the gasping boy. When he had milked the last drop out with his hand, he began to clean Jordan's body. First, he got to the still partially erect cock, probing the sensitive slit with his tongue, and listening to the boy moan. Then he began on his stomach and chest, running his mouth over the hard muscles and taut skin, swirling gently in the fine hair, stroking over the tight nubs on his chest. Tracing up the muscular neck and reaching the jaw, then the mouth that blindly sought his. He kissed Jordan deeply, sharing the creamy cum until the younger man's body relaxed and his dazed eyes opened. Jordan's arms came down from above his head and he wrapped them around Nate's neck, pulling them tightly together. "I love you, Nate." "I love you too, Jordan." They lay together for a short time, catching their breath. Then Nate smiled down at Jordan. "Hey, what do you say to that shower now?" Jordan laughed and wiggled his hips against Nate's still erect cock. "Okay. But I get you this time." Nate sighed happily, "Oh yes." Despite a very long, and very, very hot, shower, Jordan managed to get dressed and out the door just in time. Nate thought he looked gorgeous in the tuxedo and wished that he was going to a formal with Jordan. But they had only a few more months to go and they would no longer have to hide what they were to each other. The young man consoled himself with that thought as he watched his love get in the sports car to take someone else to a dance. Neither dreamed of how this night would end.Enjoy,
Mike.
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