Memories of Frank Jordan By Eric Hunter eagerforfun@hotmail.com
It's funny how memories come crashing back when you least expect it. You could be thinking about nothing in particular when, wham! Suddenly you're back in another time and place and watching a hot episode replay as if it were happening this minute.
I can't remember where we met, but I remember that I followed Frank Jordan's car to a side street in Atlanta, in the late afternoon, on a hot summer day. I got into his car and talked my way into his tight jeans. And, oh, what a treat that was. He was very slim, wore a baseball cap and had the most suckable 7" cut cock that I had enjoyed in a long time. I melted over him and took him way down into my throat. A groan of appreciation escaped from his mouth as I fluttered my tongue around his shaft. Couldn't get enough of him and I made love to that wonderful, pulsating tube of his flesh. It was one of those times when you are so connected that you feel what the other is feeling. I savored him...floated away as his hands lovingly stroked my head, neck and shoulders while I gave him as much pleasure as I could. Didn't want it to end. He did his best to hold out, but his body couldn't take any more and he pushed me down and cried out again and again. Fucking loved it.
In fact, I liked it so much that I offered my number to him. Much to my surprise, he took it! I was even more surprised when he called me a week later and asked to get together. Initially, we did it in our cars, or in parks or wherever he could come up with a place. I was married and had no place of my own. Turns out, he was in a deteriorating relationship with another guy. It took a couple of months of playing around before he trusted me enough to invite me to his home. They lived in an apartment in the Lindbergh area of Atlanta, which was convenient to my office in Buckhead.
Our sexual activity was mostly me sucking him off. Only occasionally had he used his mouth on me. I was disappointed at the infrequency, but, at the time, I really didn't care. I wanted him. He played baseball after work and looked so hot in his tight baseball uniform. I would, and did, suck him any time, any place.
Once we started meeting at his apartment, we got into fucking...him doing me, of course. Have to say that I loved his beautiful cock. He insisted that he wear a rubber and would shoot inside of it. I secretly wanted him to cum inside my body, but I didn't push it. We both knew we shouldn't and he was considerate that way. I did, however, drink him down each time I blew him.
One time, many months later, we were enjoying ourselves on his bed. I was giving him a leisure blowjob and was licking him from front to back. He had just come out of the shower before I got there and was spotlessly clean. He was fastidious about cleanliness and I liked that.
We took a quick break and I suddenly crawled up onto his stomach. I reached around, grabbed his cock and sank my ass over it.
"Wait...I'm out of rubbers," he cried.
"Don't worry, I want you this way," I said as I began fucking motions.
The look on his face switched from concern to resigned lust and he began thrusting up to meet my movements. I can't tell you how good his perfectly shaped cock felt as it slid in and out of me. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, but I was also maintaining control. Little did Frank know that I was determined to absorb his seed and I kept up the fucking motions. I knew he would try to push me off when he came, but I would have none of it. His breathing became more ragged and he began to sweat. He speeded up the thrusting and became rock hard.
"Oh, shit... get off me! I'm going to cum," he gasped.
"Not this time, buddy, you're all mine," I said, firmly, as I squeezed my ass around his swelling cock and drove myself down onto it.
The look on his face went from wide-eyed fear to a grimace to a look of absolute ecstasy as he exploded inside me. He surged over and over and over again and I felt every drop of his seed flooding my body. I tried to milk him with my ass muscles. I wanted all of him and I didn't want to lose any of it. I wanted to absorb him into my being.
I held him prisoner and wouldn't let go until he settled down and his breathing finally returned to normal. I knew I was full and I knew that I had to be careful when disconnecting. Slowly, I lifted myself off and his cock slid out and slapped onto his stomach. I lay next to him and we stayed quiet for some time. That was the only time we did it without a rubber and I wanted to savor it.
One of the most outrageous episodes we had occurred at the French restaurant where he worked as a waiter. I don't think the restaurant exists any more and that's too bad. It was located in a small shopping center a block west of Roswell Road, just north of the perimeter.
Frank was surprised one night when I showed up for dinner. He ushered me to a table and seated me just outside the kitchen door. He surprised me when he stood there discussing my food choices while slowly squeezing his cock through his tight pants. I was startled by what he was doing. He knew what effect he would have on me and I was stunned that he was doing it in public. For a brief second, I was paralyzed...fearing someone would see us and we'd get in trouble. He kept his voice low and calm, explaining the menu as if nothing was happening. I couldn't stand it any more and reached out and started squeezing him myself. God, he was so hot...and such a tease! I was the only customer in the place that night and he got rock hard under my hand. I was so nervous that someone would come bursting through the swinging doors from the kitchen and catch us...but, I didn't stop rubbing his pants. Suddenly, he jerked away and walked into the kitchen...his hard on clearly visible. Apparently, no one noticed or cared because all of the guys there were gay, he later told me.
Back he came with my appetizer and he stood next to me, with his back toward the kitchen door. This time, he reached down and squeezed my cock, which was already hard, and unzipped my pants. He reached in and pulled me out, bent over and swallowed my cock. He didn't suck me very often, but he sure did a job on me at that moment. Just as it started getting good, he pulled away and put me back into my pants.
"Bastard," I hissed.
Frank flashed that sexy grin of his and said, "I'll be right back with your salad, sir. I hope you enjoyed your appetizer." He turned quickly away and went back into the kitchen.
He did something outrageous each time he came out of the kitchen to my table. Anyone coming into the restaurant would have seen us upon entry, but no one came into the place. I had it all to myself. Finally, he behaved himself until I was finished with the meal. I left him a very large tip.
The next time I went there for dinner, there were three women sitting at a table. "Damn," I thought to myself.
Frank seated me in the front part of the restaurant, on the other side of a large partition where the ladies couldn't see me. They chattered away as Frank recited the specials to me for the night. Once again, he reached down and started playing with his cock through his pants. I couldn't stand it and I grabbed him. This time, he unzipped his pants, whipped out his cock and pulled my head toward it. While he was chatting away, he pushed me all the way down on his cock. I had to fight not to gag because he caught me by surprise. I quickly got into it and started making love to his cock. I don't know how he kept up the recitation with no hint in his voice as to what we were doing.
Suddenly he pulled away, put himself back into his pants and said, "I'll give you a couple of moments to decide, sir, and then I'll be back." He walked around and chatted with the ladies. He was so charming to them that perhaps they didn't notice his hard cock pushing out the front of the tight black pants.
A few minutes later, he came bustling around the corner of the partition and whipped his cock out again before he got to my table. I was on him like a flash...savoring the taste of his beautiful body and drowning in lust for him. It took two more visits before he rewarded me with his full load down my throat. He slowly pulled me down and fired away. I drank every bit of him and held him until he went soft. For the whole time he stood beside my table, there was no conversation between us. The ladies were talking away and eating and caught up with themselves...and I was eating the waiter.
Not long after that, the ladies paid their bill and left the restaurant. It wasn't until I heard female voices behind me, outside, that I noticed that I was sitting in full view of the front window of the restaurant. It wasn't a busy location, but anyone driving or walking by could have seen quite a show. When Frank came back, I scolded him for not making me aware of the window. I was so in lust with him that I hadn't even noticed! He just laughed. I did, too.
We wound down and I eventually lost touch with him. Actually, after he and his ex had separated, Frank had moved back in with a sister. She loved him and offered him a place to stay, but, she lived in a suburb far away from Buckhead and I never saw him again.
I think of Frank with a lot of affection. Would love to see him again, but you can't go back. Our time together happened over 20 years ago. I still think of him as young, slim and hot. I'd like him to remember me as I was, too...because I can no longer claim that description for myself. I look back on that time with nostalgia, for sure, but also with gratitude. I've loved my life and I'm so grateful for so many wonderful memories. I've lived and loved and I'm so happy that I can still remember.