He stood behind me and slid the tickets across the counter to the coat-check girl. I felt my lips twist sardonically, watching her smiling up into his blue eyes. The attraction she obviously felt made me proud that he was with me. His tanned, distinguished looks causing him to stand out in the crowd of winter pale New Yorkers; drawing the gaze of every woman in any room he was in.

He straightened the collar of my coat as he ushered me through the door, "I am so fortunate," Jordan whispered in my ear, "To have you." We stood under the awning, out of the rain, as the doorman hailed a cab. I stepped a bit away, his fingers pressed my hip lightly, "Don't be afraid of me!"

I turned my face at his plea, "I'm not afraid of you! I'm nervous, I guess, but afraid of you? Not at all!" I blinked again, caught in the glittering light of his blue eyes. "No way!"

With a hiss of tires on wet paving, the taxi pulled up. Jordan smiled at me as the doorman held open the door and walked around to get into the car beside me. He gave the driver his address and then sank back into the upholstery. He unfastened the button on his overcoat and let his hand fall to his lap.

I made a great study of his manicured fingers, nervously avoiding looking into his face. I started at his voice, "Chris? Are you sure you're okay? We've been talking about this every time we go out. You know I want you, very much." His hand lifted to my cup my jaw and he ran his thumb over my lips.

"I am sure. Tonight's the night, Jordan." I swallowed, "I don't want to wait any longer. I need you."

"Good," his simple statement did more to settle my nerves than any other reassurance could have. His hand slipped around to cradle my head. The distance between us shrank to nothing and Jordan kissed me in the darkness of the cab.

He ended his kisses as we rolled to a stop ten minutes later. Jordan shifted forward, reached into his pocket and held some bills out to the cabby. "Hey. Yous have a good night," the man said, slyly smirking as Jordan slipped out and held the door open for me.

"Yeah. You too." I murmured, embarrassed that this old hack driver knew what Jordan and I had planned.

The elevator stood open in the foyer and we stepped inside, the doors sliding silently shut. The numbers blurred as he selected the floor. I abruptly realized I was holding my breath and let it go, gauchely loud and ragged in the tiny box. "Chris..." Jordan said. I felt that curious negative G force as the elevator came to a stop, my inertia carring my weight an instant longer, making me float. "Chris, come with me."

I took his proffered hand and we moved down the hallway to his apartment. It was different tonight, going to his place. I was with my parents the only other time I'd been here. Now my folks were distant shadows, in Syracuse, as I stepped over the threshold into the home of my dad's associate.

When I was accepted at the French Culinary Institute my mother was thrilled but my father was disappointed, I could tell. I guess he'd wanted me to carry the family business on. He shrugged his shoulders when he realized what I really wanted and said that I'd better be the best damned chef ever graduated. I was sure I would be.

I was going to live in the school residence during training. Thinking it would be better if I had a watch dog in New York, my parents called a friend, Jordan. I thought it was the lamest thing ever to have this guy, the same age as my dad, with me in New York City. It was horrible. Then we met.

Jordan, in his late twenties and one of the most attractive people I'd seen, called me. He pursued me. I let him captivate me. Now, we were here in the entry of his home, hanging our coats in the closet and moving forward into the living room. My bottom lip clamped to whiteness in my teeth I shook my head refusing his offer of a drink.

"Look at me," he held his arms open, "Come."

I moved into his embrace and his kiss swept me along with him, like a snowflake outside the window. I was in his bedroom when I realized that I was really going to go through with this. A thrill coursed down my spine as I kicked off my shoes and my hands grabbed my pullover, drawing it over my head.

My fingers unfastened my belt and then my black jeans. My skin tingled as if Jordan's gaze was as tangible as his touch. He drew me to him and stroked my skin. His kisses smothering me as they covered every inch with only a pause at my nipples to tug them with his lips and caress them with his tongue.

I felt his palms push my pants down over my hips, expertly peeling all of my garments off, leaving me nude. He sat on the bed and kissed my skin, nibbling at the tight tips of my nipples with his teeth and humming as he lavished attention on me. Jordan's hands were all over me as he explored every crease and fold. I trembled with need, my knees buckling as he probed my opening with his finger.

He brought me onto the bed beside him and kissed my lips. His tongue sensually stroked in and out of my mouth; I rolled mine against his and sucked him into me. We groaned in harmony. I opened his shirt, each button yeilding easily to my fingers. I touched him, my hands were trembling as I explored him. My fingertips playing with the tactile toy of his chest hair.

I unfastened his pants and reached inside to trace the straight line of his pubes between his navel and the triangle at his groin. He grabbed my hands and pulled them together over my head, stretching my muscles to sleek lengths. He kissed me passionately before standing and stepping back. I watched as he shrugged out of his clothes. His erection looked so big and I moved back a little as it's weight bobbed in front of him.

"Chris, touch me." I moved forward, curiousity a stronger motivation than nervousness. He felt so soft; velvet and satin around a core of iron yet he was so hard inside his silken wrapping. I watched a bead of glistening dew form at the tip of his cock and looked up at him.

"Taste it. Suck my cock!"

I flicked my tongue out, scooped the slick drop up and tested it on the tip of my tongue. I smiled as I tasted, "Sweet, tangy, male, you're very edible, Jordan."

Moaning he grabbed my short hair and slid his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and let him inside. It was a sweet sensation as his shaft moved into me. I swirled my tongue in a dizzying spiral along the barber pole of his cock. He fucked my mouth; I sucked his cock. When I found his balls with my fingers, I felt the muscles tighten around his sac.

His shaft shifted forward under the squeeze of his groin and his testicles drew up tight. I stopped sucking and released his cock. He panted down at me. "Don't stop!" his voice wailed. My fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. "Chris, I'm going to cum. Don't stop, please."

I licked the head of his dick, "Oh fuck, you tease. Suck my cock, bitch!" He pulled my hair and straightened my neck. I opened my mouth as he thrust his prick into me. I was so turned on by his passion. I had never known this feeling before.

He shoved his cock into my mouth and followed the contours of my throat down it. I gagged a bit, hardening my nipples and tearing my eyes but he continued. He stroked in and out of my mouth and growled, "Fuck yes. God! Chris! Jesus!" His orgasm pumped out of him, splash after splash onto my tongue.

He loosened his fingers in my hair and tenderly stroked my scalp as I drew the last of his offering from his cock. I rose and sat on the bed. He knelt on the floor beside me, dragging his hands up my thighs. I opened my legs at the touch of his teasing fingers, giving him access. Jordan kissed my hard, flat abdomen and licked his way to my sex.

He moved between my knees, pulled me to the very edge of the mattress and lowered his head to my crease. He nuzzled me. I loved the feel of him sucking and stretching me with his lips. He probed my opening with his tongue, fucking me. He looked at my face as he sucked. My heart pounded as he told me how hard he was going to fuck me. I moaned as he sank his finger where he was about to put his cock.

He stroked his cock in the wetness from his tongue. He pressed it at my opening, relentlessly pushing. It felt delicious, a burning stretching and then with a jerk forward of his hips, he thrust in and I finally yeilded. I felt filled with cock.

Jordan started to stroke long and steady. I whimpered each time I could feel him move against the excited flesh of my sex. I felt so languid as his fingers stroked me and my peak neared. I was so hard and hot. He guided my hips as we fucked and leaned to kiss me. His chest against me and his lips on mine were too much to take.

I felt the hot spread of pleasure through my centre and called his name. He felt my spasms as my silken opening gripped him, milking his cock. I watched his face distort as he ground against me and followed me into ecstacy. He kissed me tenderly.

"Oh fuck. We're a mess here! Did I tell you how amazing you are?" Jordan was still twitching through his post-orgasmic tremors. I felt deliciously sore, but deliriously happy. He reached between us and touched my still hard cock. "I think this life is going to be a wonderful adventure with you, Christopher."