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
An Unforgettable Dance:
Jordan smiled down at Katie as they danced. She smiled back thinking how handsome he was. A few inches short of six feet tall, brown hair and eyes, strong and agile from the sports he played, the polite boy was her dream.
She had no way of knowing that he was wishing that Nate was here dancing with him instead. Katie was a friend, but that was all. Nate was his lover; big, blond, and beautiful, the strong young trucker turned Jordan on like no one else. But that was neither practical in this small town, nor within the eyes of the law that saw his eighteen years as entirely to young (not to mention, too male) for his son.
But still, he was having a good time at his first dance. His body was relaxed and still tingling slightly from the very thorough fucking Nate had given him when he had gone to Nate's apartment to shower and dress. Jordan could still feel Nate's big cock in his mouth and ass, even after the careful washing he had done afterwards.
"I'm hot. Can we step outside for a breath of air?" Katie asked, as the song ended.
"Sure." Jordan wasn't at all reluctant to leave the crowded, over-heated room.
They quietly slipped out of the big gym and made their way to the low wall that separated the walk from the small flower plots. They could see the other students at the edges of the wall. One of the chaperones leaned on the wall making sure that the kids did not sneak off into the grounds or get into too heavy petting, but otherwise ignored the small groups and pairs.
Katie brushed off a portion of the wall at the corner of a small wooded plot and sat down carefully. Jordan leaned his elbow against a tree that grew right up to the wall. He could hear the wind in the trees and the sounds of some of the kids sneaking through the gardens outside the wall. He ignored them, turning to Katie with a cheerful look.
"You having fun, Katie?"
"Oh yes. Thank you for asking me to come with you. Even Jack is behaving himself. Sort of."
She giggled, remembering the glower her brother had met Jordan with at their door and the outright howl of outrage when he saw Brad's Porsche waiting for his sister.
Jordan grinned. "Yeah. I think Brad's car almost put him over the edge, but your Dad was kicking his leg when he thought I didn't see."
Katie laughed. Jordan smiled down at her. She was a nice girl, and fun to be with. It wasn't her fault that he was gay and not interested in her as other than a friend. That was no reason not to make her night as fun as possible.
He decided to try to steal a quick kiss. Katie didn't object at all, but from the corner of his eye Jordan saw the chaperone straighten and take a step in their direction.
"Oops, got Mr. Adams' attention. Time to go, Katie."
He lifted her down, then turned to wave at a group of boys and girls by the door.
"Look Katie, there's Sam and the others. Let's go join them."
He felt Katie's hand leave his arm and heard her gasp and then a high shaky voice quavered, "Jordan?"
Jordan turned to see what was delaying her and froze in horror, his heart pounding in his throat, choking him.
Pa had Katie by the hair, her head yanked back, and a revolver at her side. Jordan swallowed. He could smell the alcohol from here and recognized the bloodshot glaze that shone from his eyes. Pa was in a mad drunk.
The man slid slowly from the wall he sat on and straightened. The move drew a small whimper from the frightened girl as he pulled her along with him.
"Pa, let her go. Please," Jordan said desperately.
Pa swayed slightly, and then shook his head. "I saw you slobbering on her, boy. I thought I taught you not to fool around with no girls. You didn't learn your lesson last time?" You're gonna end up trapped with a stupid little bastard like I did," the man said harshly.
"Pa, please let her go. She hasn't done anything wrong. It's my fault. I kissed her. Please," Jordan begged.
The man glared at the pale boy. Behind the tense confrontation, Jordan heard the sudden silence, then the quick scurry of feet as the others around them realized something was very wrong. They clustered at the doorway despite the urgings of the teachers and chaperones to get out of the area.
Pa looked appraisingly at the tall brown haired boy. "You know what I want."
Jordan swallowed and dropped his eyes. He felt nauseated, but Katie… He said softly, "Yes sir. I'll come with you. Just let her go."
His father smiled evilly. "Kneel, boy. Right here in front of me."
Jordan cringed at the thought of what his brutal father might make him do in front of everyone here, but he couldn't risk Katie. Not like that. Not with the gun to her side. There was no way Pa would miss her at that pointblank range.
Katie watched with horrified eyes as Jordan unhesitantly dropped to his knees, keeping his eyes on his dangerous father the whole time. She staggered as the alcohol reeking man suddenly pushed her away roughly. She backed away carefully until Sam was able to grab her and swing her behind his body. She peeked out again in terror for Jordan.
The man concentrated on the boy kneeling in front of him, ignoring the teacher trying to talk to him. Until the man moved too close. The barrel of the weapon and an evil glare both focused on Mr. Adams, making him stop abruptly. His attention returned to Jordan who had not dared move.
Jordan's father stroked his son's pale frightened face with the barrel of the gun and spoke in an angry tone.
"I told you I would be back for you, you stupid little bastard. You thought you could get away with what you did to me? Your friend, Smith, moved on and has your old job now in his new place. I heard from some friends who're there. But I'm afraid he isn't enjoying it as much as you did."
Jordan shook his head. "I never liked it, Pa. I just did what you said."
A hard backhand lashed across his face almost knocking him over. But the gun never stopped following him. He straightened slowly, one hand on his swelling cheek.
"Shut your trap, boy. You think you're too good for me now, huh? Livin' in the fancy house with the sheriff. You thought I couldn't find you and get you back where you belong? Trash like you don't belong mixing with others like this."
Jordan just watched him carefully. When Pa was drunk like this you never knew what would happen. You just knew it would be bad.
The drunken man lifted the revolver slightly and stared down in to Jordan's wary eyes. "Let's play a game. If you are lucky, we leave. If not, well, I been doing just fine without you anyhow."
He spun the cylinder of the revolver and dropped out all the rounds. Then he put one round back in the gun and snapped the cylinder closed, spinning it several times. He put the barrel on Jordan's forehead.
Jordan closed his eyes. He was almost beyond terror now. He heard gasps of fright and terrified sobs behind Mr. Adams' pleading voice.
Pa ignored all of them. "No, that's not right. Open your eyes and look at me."
Jordan obeyed mechanically. The muzzle traced down over his nose and nudged his mouth.
"Be a good boy. You know what to do, don't you? I used to watch you at work. You were wasted there. But I knew what to do with you. How to make you behave," the man sneered.
Jordan slowly opened his lips and felt the muzzle of the weapon push into his mouth, the front sight post catching, and cutting his lip slightly. He could taste the hard metallic tang of the gunpowder, the salty taste of his blood.
He desperately wanted to gag as it slid slowly back and forth in an obscene imitation of the loving act he had shared with Nate only a few hours before. He could hear someone begin to scream shrilly behind him and the sound of sirens in the distance.
He shivered with the fury of his hate as he stared up at the sickening drunk threatening him. But his world narrowed to just the two of them as his father drew back the hammer.
"You got me fired, boy. You run off and then set the cops after me. I figure you need to learn your lesson. You hit me. You dared to hit me, then run like the stinking coward you are."
He slowly tightened the trigger, his hate filled eyes locked on the frightened, but defiant, eyes of the boy kneeling before him. Jordan flinched slightly as the trigger clicked.
His father laughed hoarsely and drew back the hammer again.
"Got you, boy. You won't ever leave me again."
His finger squeezed slowly.
A shot rang out.
A body fell to the ground in slow motion, a single bullet to the head.
A girl screamed and screamed again, the shrill sound chasing the fading echoes of the deadly shot.
Three large blond men, dressed in black, sat at the table and waited. The young woman holding the baby rocked her silently to keep the wide eyed child quiet. Her husband gently rested his hand on hers. All eyes turned to focus on the Sheriff, still in his uniform, as he approached the table.
As he sat down, the young man behind him stepped up to join them. Smiles broke out.
"Happy Birthday, Jordan!" they all said together.
Jordan smiled happily at his family. Although he had not been born to them, and was really only one of Nate's strays, they had taken him into their lives without criticism for the trouble he had brought with him. Tonight, they celebrated the end of the traumatic first year since Nate had found a cold runaway walking down the highway all alone. Nate's and his first anniversary.
Nate met his eyes, remembering the bruised and wary boy, silently promising that he would never be alone like that again.
Brad raised his glass. "A toast. May every year be better than the one before."
Everyone chimed in. Glasses clinked together. The meal was excellent, the company loving and supportive. The lovers, both pairs, shared secret glances and loving touches.
Brad had made the arrangements at the fine hotel he was a chef at for this celebration dinner. And a special surprise gift for Jordan. A luxurious suite for him and Nate to share tonight. This morning, Nate and Jordan had told the family that they were moving in together. No one was really surprised. After dinner, Jordan and Nate eagerly went to their room.
It had taken the young man a while to recover after that horrible night when Sheriff Blackmon had fired the fatal shot and saved Jordan's life.
The Sheriff had made the difficult decision and risked that the man's finger would not tighten on the trigger when he died. But Jordan would definitely have died if he had not fired. When they recovered the revolver, the single round was in the firing chamber.
After the police finished questioning Jordan, no one said a word as he crawled into bed with Nate. He cried himself to sleep, allowing himself to release the fear, anger, and hatred that he had hidden for so long.
Now, months later, Nate just held him close, unable to sleep with the thought that he had come so close to losing Jordan permanently.
Jordan still had one more year to go in high school, but they would manage somehow. They knew they would run into prejudice and harassment, but they were prepared to deal with it. Jordan had been accepted to the local community college and because he was a resident of the state, his tuition was paid for as long as he kept up his GPA. Colleges were a lot more accepting than high schools.
Nate tightened his arms around the sleeping boy, no, young man now, not a boy any longer. Jordan had curled up against his lover's side, as always, his nose buried in Nate's hair. Jordan stirred slightly and snuggled closer without really waking, his fingers twining into the fur on Nate's chest.
Nate pressed a kiss into his hair and slid his hands gently down the slim ribs. He reached the curved butt and ran one finger along the crevasse, drawing forth a vague murmur and slightly spread legs. Nate shifted away momentarily. Jordan rolled on to his stomach, hugging the pillow.
Nate smiled. 'How convenient.' The blond man spread his engorged cock lightly with the lotion, then rolled on top of his friend, spreading his buttocks and sliding easily into the hot tight ass.
Nate paused for a second, enjoying the warmth and grip of Jordan's anal muscles. Although usually very tight, the younger man was relaxed in sleep and after the long session of love making the night before. Then Nate slowly began to move. He felt Jordan wake. The other's breathing quickened and his ass clenched tightly before releasing him, allowing him to move freely again.
Jordan murmured huskily, then glanced over his shoulder with sleep filled eyes at the man moving over his prone body. He contentedly spread his legs a little more to give Nate better access. Nate lay on his lover's back and pumped slowly. His arms were holding Jordan tightly to his body.
Jordan luxuriated in the tight confines of his lover's hold and looked back with love and pleasure openly on his face, whispering tenderly.
"I like it when you lie on me like that. I love the feeling of your cock moving between my legs, and up deeply into my ass, the way you fill me so completely."
Nate buried himself as far as he could and lay on Jordan to kiss him deeply. As their tongues twisted and probed, he reached his hands beneath the young man's hips and gently stroked his partially aroused cock with one finger until it began to stir.
Jordan moaned softly and his hips began to squirm, trying to rub against the fingers that stroked him. He was unable to move very much with the weight pinning him to the bed. He managed just enough to tease himself.
Nate whispered in his ear. "Want to go try out that hot tub again?"
Jordan eagerly agreed.
As the tub filled with hot swirling water, Nate dropped in a handful of the bath oils that were sitting by the tub. He liked the clean herbal scent, not flowery or perfumed, that rose in the steamy air of the open corner. The tub was big enough for four people to sprawl in and lined with tiles and mirrors. The jets spun the water at varying heights.
Jordan slid into the hot water with a sigh of comfort, Nate close behind him. They held each other close as they kissed deeply, rubbing their cocks together with gentle motions of their hips.
Nate turned the dark haired man around and urged him to kneel on one of the submerged benches. Jordan obeyed, glancing over his shoulder and watching Nate.
Nate pushed his knees apart slightly, then a little more. He knew he had the right height when Jordan's eyes widened and he suddenly looked down between his legs.
The jet pulsing the water was perfectly aimed at his rapidly hardening cock, firmly, but not too sharply, massaging his cock and balls, the bubbles tickling and floating up to brush against his exposed asshole, carried in the stream of water flowing between his legs. Jordan leaned his arms and cheek against the smooth edge tiles and enjoyed the contrast of the hot water and cool tiles.
Nate's hands stroked his back and ribs, down his legs, and across his arms. Slowly Nate guided his big hard cock to Jordan's hole and pushed gently, disrupting the flow of the water, letting it massage his cock and furry balls as he slowly probed then entered his love.
Jordan straightened and leaned his head back against Nate's shoulders as the two were joined in body and sensation, enjoying every touch, every stroke, every kiss. Nate rubbed his soapy hands through the light hair on Jordan's chest, circling the taut nipples, dipping down to tease the head of the cock bobbing in the water. He bent Jordan forward again, bracing his arms against the edge of the tub.
The big man began to move faster, leaving behind the gentle seduction and moving into the powerful thrusts. Jordan panted and slammed his hips back to meet every stroke. The water sloshed around them.
In the mirror, Nate watched Jordan's flushed face, his eyes drooping, his mouth parted slightly with the tip of his tongue moisturizing his lips. 'So beautiful, and all mine.'
Nate felt his balls draw up tightly, the tingling deep inside warning him. He grabbed Jordan's hips, lifting him to lie bent over the curved edge of the tiles. With Jordan open before him, he pushed in as deeply as he could, arching his back and groaning with pleasure as he felt the hot spurts pulse out of him.
Jordan felt the first splash of cum burning into his bowels. He clenched his ass as tightly as he could to milk every drop out of Nate. As the blond man collapsed on his lover, Jordan enjoyed his weight for a moment, then rolled them over and pulled free.
"Now it's my turn, Nate." Jordan started to chew on the lips beneath him.
Nate sighed and wrapped his arms around Jordan's neck, blue eyes meeting brown. "I'm all yours. Now and forever."
Jordan smiled, determined to bring Nate all of the pleasure that he had just experienced, with hands, mouth, and every part of his body. They sank into the hot water, steam rising to obscure the twisting, writhing bodies; the gentle water sounds blending with the moans and gasps.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
This is the last chapter in Jordan's Story. I hope you have enjoyed it.
Mike.
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Jordan's Story, Beginnings
(Jordan's Story and Because) Danny, Authoritarian
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