The Construction Worker

"I feel like such a fuckin' baby," he said as he turned onto his back, wiping his eyes. "I'm almost eighteen years old and crying like a baby over nothing. And what the hell am I doing lying in bed with another guy?" he added, laughing. He started to move away but Joe held him tight.
"Everybody reaches his breaking point,” Joe said. “And it's not nothing, what you've been through. I'd say you've done pretty well. You're not in trouble with the police, you didn't turn to drugs or booze.....have you?"
"No, I would never do that to my body"
"Yeah, that would be almost a crime," Joe said, rubbing his hand across the boy's thick-muscled chest. He squeezed his pec and then flattened his hand on his hard abs. "You've put too much work into your body to screw it up."
"I wish I had a dad like you, or a big brother," Jordan said as he lay his hand lightly over Joe’s on his chest. "I'm going to pay you back for everything,"
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing I wouldn't do for my own kid, or my little brother, if I had one. I just wish I'd been lucky enough to have a son like you."
"You said it was a loan," Jordan reminded him.
"Okay, it is, but I'll decide on the payments."
"What do you mean?"
"I just want you to get your life pulled together so you can get your head on straight, then you can worry about paying me back," Joe said.
"I will, I promise you that."

They lay for a long time together, the boy comfortable in the older man's arms.
"By the way, how did you get that job, being just seventeen?" Joe asked.
"I got a work permit, to work in the office only. I want to go out on a job when I turn eighteen," Jordan said.
"When would that be?" Joe asked.
"About three weeks."
Joe made a mental note to do something special for the boy's birthday.
"I feel like a little boy, you holding me like this," Jordan said. He tensed like he was going to move away but when Joe's arm tightened across his chest again he relaxed, like he really wanted to be there. "You're a good man, and I got to admit, it feels good, lying here with you. I don't believe I'm saying it, but it's true."
Joe closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment as he sucked up the courage he needed. "I could make it feel better, Jord," he whispered hoarsely.
Silence. The boy either didn't understand or he was scared to say anything, or maybe he didn’t hear him.
“I like it when you call me Jord,” he said finally.
"You don't know what I mean?" Joe asked.
“W-what……?”
“When I said I could make you feel better,” Joe said as he squeezed the boy tighter against his own naked body.
"I d-don't.....know.....for sure...maybe....."

"Do you want me to show you? It's nothing you have to do, it's not any kind of payback, but I can make you feel really good if you'll let me. Probably better than you ever felt in your life." He paused before he moved his hand down Jordan's abs a couple of inches. He felt the muscles tighten even more and heard the boy swallow. "If you don't want me to, just tell me..….or stop me," he said as he moved his hand farther down, his fingers crawling up over the mound in his shorts.
Jordan instinctively reached down and grabbed his wrist, not harshly, just wrapped his hand lightly around his wrist. Joe held his hand still till Jordan relaxed his grip. Then he started squeezing and mauling the mound of manhood and Jordan moved his hand.
"That feels like one hell of a cock."
"Yeah, it....it's pretty big, I guess."
"Well, I guess it'd have to be, to match your body."
His cock expanded in Joe's hand till it was throbbing hard, tenting his shorts.
“Is it okay if I do this?” Joe asked as he slipped his hand down under the waistband of his shorts.
“Y-yeah…I guess….”
Jordan gasped when Joe curled his fingers around the hot, thick meat.
"This can't be the first time you've had a hand around you cock," Joe said.
"Just my own," Jordan said.
"Does mine feel okay?" Joe asked.
"It f-feels....g-great."
"You know where this is headed, now, don’t you? I wanta suck you, is that okay?"
"Yeah, I guess....I never had anybody do that that before."
"If you don't like it, just tell me and I'll stop. I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do.”
"O-Okay."
"Is this feeling okay, or do you want me to stop?" Joe asked as he explored the length of the big cock.
"No! I mean, yeah, it feels great. You don’t have to stop.” Joe leaned up over him and flicked his tongue around his nipple several times before he dragged his tongue across his broad chest to his other tit. He went back and forth, nibbling and licking and sucking on the turgid nipples.
“OOOhhhnnnnnn,” Jordan moaned softly.
“I’ll bet you didn’t’ know you had feelings in your chest,” Joe said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“You’ve got feelings a lot of places you don’t know about.” He moved his mouth down the gentle slop of his abs, slowly, crisscrossing the deep ridges of his muscles with his lips and tongue. All the while he was moving his hand up and down the boy's raging cock. Jordan was moaning and gasping and writhing under him, hunkering his butt off the mattress to drive his cock through Joe's fist. Suddenly, without a hint of warning, he went off!

He gave a surprised squeal and Joe was surprised too, to feel the hot, thick, come suddenly splattering against the side of his face, but he didn't recoil. It was a gusher; the stuff shot out with such force and splattered on his face like a miniature power hose. He wanted to open his mouth and catch some of it but he was afraid it might be pushing things for this first time. He didn't want to do too much too soon and freak the boy out. When he was sure he was done, Joe raised up.
Jordan lay with his forearm flung across his eyes as he fought to regain his breathing. "I'm sorry. I never shot off that quick in my life. I can jack off for hours."
“When you're using your own hand, you're in control," Joe said.
"Aww, man, I shot all over your face! I'm sorry."
"It's okay,” Joe said as he pulled the corner of the sheet to wipe his face. Then he swiped at the come streaked across Jordan’s stomach.
"I couldn't warn you, I was almost choking, it was so good."
"It's okay, I could've gotten out of the way," Joe said.
"You...could have?....but....you didn't....you mean you didn't care if I shot my load all over you face?"
"You did catch me by surprise; I just couldn't get my head turned in time. But it’s okay. No harm done."
"If you had turned your head I might have shot right into your mouth.”
Joe smiled. "That wouldn't have been so bad, would it?" he said.
"I....I d-don't know....I guess not....if you don't think so."
"Actually, Jord, I wouldn’t have minded, but I was afraid to let you shoot in my mouth," Joe said. "I wasn't sure what you'd think, and I didn't want to freak you out or maybe scare you off."
"I don't know, I wouldn't have been scared, and I wouldn’t be freaked out if you weren’t," Jordan said.
Joe lay beside him and shoved his arm under Jordan's head for a pillow and they were quiet for a moment. Joe didn't like the quiet; not knowing what Jordan was thinking.
"Look, maybe I shouldn't bring this up, but….well, you're only seventeen. I could be in a lot of trouble if you…..."
"I'm not going to tell anybody, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I just thought I should mention it.”
“Actually, I should say I won’t tell anybody providing we do it again,” Jordan said with a sly grin.
"Are you blackmailing me?'
"Yes, sir, I am,” Jordan said, giggling.
“You little fucker,” Joe said, laughing, as he began tickling the boy playfully. Jordan yelped with laughter and squirmed to get away from him. They wrestled all over the bed till Joe gave in.
"Okay, you've got me right where you want me. Whatever you say. Whatever you want."
"Well, I didn't last long enough for you to go down on me,” he said. “And I didn't go down," he pointed out.

Joe reached for his cock again. "Shit, I guess you didn't!" he said.
"That happens a lot. It's like my cock doesn't know when it's supposed to be finished."
"That's pretty normal for a guy your age," Joe said as he slowly jacked the big cock.
"I last a long time after I've already gone off once," Jordan
warned.
"That's okay, I don't mind," Joe said as he raised up over him again. He bent down and opened his mouth wide to take the boy's cock in his mouth.
"AAwwwwwhhhhhhh!" Jordan moaned softly.
Joe was happy to hear his moan. He wanted to make him feel good. He wanted this first time to be something he would remember; and make him want to come back for more. But Jordan lay perfectly still while Joe sucked his cock and he wondered if he was liking it or just tolerating it. Joe slipped one hand under his butt and Jordan flexed the muscles hard in his hand. Joe squeezed his butt, urging him to thrust up, to move and get into it. Jordan relaxed and began thrusting his cock up into Joe's mouth.
"Ohh, Geezusss," he moaned as he fucked Joe's mouth. Then he put his hands on the back of Joe's head and shoved up harder.
Joe raised up. "I can't take you all the way," he said.

"That's okay, I didn't mean you had to," Jordan said.
"I'll work on it, though," Joe said. "How'd you grow such a big cock, anyway? This fucker's got to be ten inches long, and shit, I can barely get my hand around it."
"I don't know, it just started growing like mad a couple of summers ago. I was starting to wonder if it was going to stop, if I was going to grow into some kind of freak."
"You're not a freak," Joe assured him. "Just big and beautiful." He was glad for the spurts of conversation. It meant Jordan was at ease with what he was doing. He went back down on it. The mushroom head swelled out in his mouth and he lavered his tongue around the thick, gristled rim, causing it to quiver against his tongue.
"Awww, man, I love it when you do that."
Joe did it again. "Like that?"
"Awww, yeah...ohhhh, you've got a nice tongue. Kind of like soft sandpaper.”
Joe continued to squeeze and massage Jordan's butt in his hand as he sucked his cock. He gradually worked his fingers between the taut buns and Jordan seemed to be too caught up in it to notice, or he didn't mind. He sucked, up and down, slowly, lashing his tongue all around the thick meat on the way down and back up, and washing the baseball sized head when he reached the top. Using his own spit, Joe managed to work a finger deep between Joe's butt muscles till he touched his asshole.
"UUnnnnn," Jordan moaned with surprise.
It wasn't a "don't-do-that" moan and Joe spread the twin mounds apart with his fingers and pressed his middle finger harder against the hot, clenching hole.
"Awwhhhnn," Jordan moaned again and sort of squirmed around on the tip of his finger.
Joe worked up more spit and let it run down the shaft and over his balls. He caught it in his hand and worked it between Jordan's butt. Slicked up, it was easy to work his fingers around between the tight muscles and probe at his hot hole.
"Are you gonna...do that...with your finger?" Jordan stammered as he squirmed harder on his finger.
"If you'll let me," Joe said.
"I don't know...w-what it's like."

"Let me show you," Joe said. "There's a spot in there where you can move around on my finger any way it makes you feel good." He used more spit till the boy's butt was wet and slick then he carefully probed through the tight, clenching hole. All the while, he was sucking his cock.
Jordan uttered a whimpering moan, mostly from surprise, but quickly relaxed his butt. Joe probed deeper, working his finger inside the hot, live hole. The soft inner muscles squeezed his finger, almost a welcoming gesture. He easily found the spongy-firm love nut and touched it ever-so-gently, sort of dancing his fingers around it.
"Awwwhhhh...OOhhhh, I think...you f-found it!" Jordan exclaimed, wide-eyed.
"Yeah. You move around, now, however it feels best," Joe said as he went back down on the boy's cock. Jordan squirmed his butt and humped Joe's hand till it got to feeling so good he was thrashing his butt around.
Joe stopped once. "How am I doing?" he asked.
"Aww, you're doing great! I never felt anything like this in my life!" the boy gasped.
Joe smiled and went back to sucking his cock.
"Awww, Joe...Joe, I know I said I was gonna last longer, but you're getting me so close with your finger."
"You don't have to hold off. Let it go," Joe said.
"In your mouth?"
"Yes. Give it to me with both barrels," Joe said. He slowed his mouth to a crawl up and down the thick, tall shaft, using his tongue to coax the boy's climax while the boy worked it up himself by pivoting around on his finger. It didn't take long. Jordan reached his arms out and clawed at the sheets and tossed his head back and forth in his fit of ecstasy. Then suddenly, he clasped his hands around Joe's head.
"I'm gonna come!" he gasped.

Joe waited a few seconds then kicked everything up a notch to make the boy explode. He began sucking hard, up and down, all the way up and all the way down as far as he could go, using his tongue as a whip all around the throbbing meat. At the same time, he literally fucked the boy with his finger, gouging through the tight sphincter muscle and rubbing and poking at his swollen prostate.
“OOwwwaahhhhhh! Awww….ohhhhh....ohhhh.. OHHH, God...Ohh, God, Joe....w-what're you d-doing to me! Ohh, Geezuss...Ohhhh, make me come....Ohhh, I wanta come so bad……..!"
Seconds later he did. His cock bolted like a steel bar in Joe's mouth, quivered for a second then exploded. Joe could actually feel the stuff gushing up through the shaft before it shot out and hit the roof of his mouth like a power hose. He was taken aback by the sheer power and force of it, and surprised at the volume of come spewing out so soon after his first climax. He let his mouth fill up as he swirled the stuff around the boy's cock, using it for polish on the head. He sucked him till he was trembling and choking on his gasps and was trying to shove Joe's head away. Joe held on for a moment longer while he swallowed the hot, thick nectar. Godd, it tasted good! Young guys always tasted so good and fresh.
Jordan collapsed in a long heap as Joe raised up. His cock fell heavy and wet across his abs. Joe left his finger in his ass but didn't move it. He could still feel the palpitations of his prostate.
"Geezuss...when you said you were going to find a spot, you weren't kidding," Jordan exclaimed.

Joe started to remove his finger but the tight muscle squeezed around it.
"You can leave it in there," Jordan said.
"All right."
"This must be something like a girl feels, getting fucked," Jordan surmised.
"Maybe,” Joe said, rubbing the boy’s thigh.
“Whew! I never had an experience like that in my life,” Jordan said.
“Do you think you might like to experience it again?” Joe asked.
“Hell, yeah, anytime,” Jordan replied.
“Maybe we just solved the sleeping arrangements, then,” Joe said. “Unless you still want me to buy you a bed.”
“I could get used to this, if you don’t think it’ll be too crowded.”

The men took it upon themselves to throw a surprise birthday bash for Jordan at the trailer after work. The plan was for Joe to forget something when he got nearly home and turn around to go back to the site, where they would all be waiting in the trailer. Joe turned around when they were about half way home. At the site there were cars and pickups crowded in the clearing and along the road.
"What the hell's going on?" Jordan asked.
"Union meeting. I forgot all about it."
"I didn't know anything about a union meeting," Jordan said.
"You're not a member of the union yet," Joe reminded him.
"Yeah, but I usually hear what's going on."
"Hell, son, you don't know the half of what's going on," Joe said.
"Should I go in with you?" Jordan asked.
"You might as well see what goes on; you have to join the union before you go out on a job," Joe said.

They could hear the noise inside as they walked up to the door. Joe held the outside door open and stepped back for Jordan to go inside.
"Happy Birthday!" they all yelled in unison when Jordan came through the door.

He stepped back with a look of shock. Joe laughed and motioned him inside. It was crowded. It was a big trailer but there was barely room to maneuver around. The beer was flowing freely and it was hot except at the end where the air conditioner was working overtime. Most everybody was in T- shirts, a couple of the guys had their shirts off. It smelled of manly sweat and deodorant and after-shave. Joe loved the macho smell and he had a fleeting image of all these guys naked and gathered around him. Somebody shoved a cold beer in Jordan's hand.
"I've only drank beer twice in my life," he said quietly to Joe.
"Then nurse it," Joe said.

The men parted a path to the office end of the trailer where there were gifts stacked on the corner of the desk. It was nothing serious. A box of a dozen extra-large condoms.
"I saw you taking a piss, and I figured you needed the large size," someone said.
"I didn't even know they made large size," Jordan admitted.
There were a couple of gift certificates to clothing stores and some work gloves and a work shirt. There was a gift pass to Michael's, the strip club near Joe's apartment. There was one box that they all chipped in to get. It was a pair of new steel-toed work boots and several pair of heavy socks.
"Those are Carolina boots; the best you can get."
"You're gonna need those when you go out on a job site."
Jordan looked around; it was the foreman, Brad Hamilton.

"You're going to need this, too," Brad said as he reached under the desk. He brought up a bright yellow hard-hat and set it on Jordan's head. Someone had printed "YOUNG STUD" across the front with a marker. Everybody whooped and hollered and applauded and somebody shoved another beer in his hand.
"You knew about this," Jordan said to Joe.
Just then somebody was opening the door and another guy got up to help a drop-dead gorgeous blonde up into the trailer. She wore high heels and a short, black leather skirt with a blouse that fell off her shoulders. There were cat-calls and whistles from all around the trailer. She set a small boom-box on the table.
"I didn't know about this," Joe said.

The stripper stood with her feet wide apart and her hands on her hips, surveying the room till she saw Jordan. A smile came across her face and she walked toward him.
"Your hard hat says you must be Jordan," she said in a honey-like voice.
"Y-Yeah,” he stammered.
“You don’t sound quite sure. Are you Jordan or am I picking on the wrong guy?” she asked.
“No, I’m Jordan, you’re picking on the right guy,” he assured her.
"Well, Young Stud Jordan, I'm Christy, and I'm here to wish you a happy birthday," she said. She turned around and said to one of the men near the table, "Honey, would you push the start button for me?"
"I'll push any damned button you want," the man said.
“Thanks, but I think I've found somebody to push all the reset of my buttons," she said, smiling down at Jordan.
"Okay, but if I'm right here if he needs any help," the man said.
The woman looked Jordan up and down then shook her head. "He's not going to need any help," she said.
The music started and so did Christy, standing right in front of Jordan.

"Geezuss, she's got hips that'd knock you across the room," someone said as she began to bump and grind in time to the music.
Joe watched Jordan with interest, and a little jealousy. He wished it could be him up there doing a strip for the boy; or better yet, Jordan doing a strip for him. But the boy needed this. It was a rite of passage; a passage into the brotherhood of the men he would be working with. Jordan's eyes were glued to the woman's body, moving up and down and side to side as she swung her hips and twisted her butt. He looked a little flushed in the face; maybe a little short of breath.
Christy was playing with the buttons of her blouse, fingering them, toying with the boy's emotions. Then she unbuttoned the top one and there was a roar of applause. She undid the second...then the third. She left the last two and pulled Jordan to his feet.
"I'm having trouble with these last two buttons, do you think you could help me out?"
"I think I can," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. He flipped one button open and the woman's tits strained to spread the blouse open. He fumbled with the last one and the men went wild, laughing and urging him on. When he got it open, the blouse swung open and the Christy's tits fell free. The job done, he started to sit down but she kept him on his feet.
"Oh, you're not done, honey," she cooed as she put her hands around the back of his head. Then she pulled his face into her breasts. The trailer erupted with howls and applause. Topless, the only thing left was the skirt, what there was of it. Jordan stood with an embarrassed grin as she fumbled with the zipper at the side. He didn't wait to be asked.
"I can help you with that," he said as he reached out and pulled the zipper tab down for her. Again the trailer erupted with a roar of cat-calls.
"Thanks, It's awfully tight," she said.

"I can fix that," he said. He tugged the skirt down off her hips and on down her thighs till it was around her feet. She made a big show of lifting one leg then the other so he could take it off of her.
She reached down for her skit and when Jordan handed it up to her he started to stand but she kept her hands on her shoulders to keep him down on his haunches in front of her.
"How far is she going to take it?" Joe asked the man next to him.
"Around the world if he wants her to, if he lets her. That's what we've paid her for." the man replied.
"You mean...ALL the way?"
"By way of Boston," the man replied.
Joe hadn't counted on that. Most strippers didn't even strip down all the way; Christy must be a hooker as well.
The place went wild again when she pulled Jordan's face into her crotch. Then she pushed him back to sit on the chair. She danced around for a couple of minutes, slowly turning her back to him.
"Lap dance!" someone yelled.

The guy sitting next to Jordan said something to him and he spread his legs out and slouched down in his chair a little, ready for her. She swung her butt back and forth and churned it around as she slowly lowered it into his lap. She brushed her butt back and forth over the front of his jeans, pressing harder and harder.
"Ohhh," she squealed as she raised back up with a shocked look.
"She don't know what she's asking for," Joe said quietly.
"Big, huh?"
"Huge," Joe said. "I'm talking horse."
Christy turned around and leaned down with her tits hanging in Jordan's face. He lifted them both in his hands and rubbed them in his face, lapping the nipples with his tongue.
"Somehow, I don't think he's led a sheltered life," the man said.
"Last I heard, he was a virgin," Joe said.
"No shit! That little stud, a virgin?"
"Well, I can't keep track of him every hour of the day and night; maybe he got laid and didn't tell me."
Christy was smashing her butt harder into Jordan's lap and Joe knew the kid must have a foot-long rail straining to get out of his tight jeans. He was jealous as hell, but he was as excited as the rest of the men to see what she would do to him. She turned around again and squatted down on her haunches, balanced on her high heels. She began rubbing Jordan's thighs, working her fingers into his crotch. He hunkered up into her hands and spread his legs wider.
"Give him some head!" somebody called out.
She undid his belt and began unbuttoning his jeans. When she fumbled with one of the buttons, he undid all the rest with one hard jerk on the fly. Christy rubbed one hand over his shorts that were exposed and her eyes widened.
"Oh, My!" she whispered.

Jordan was anxious but he let her go at her own pace. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. She buried her face in his crotch and he moaned. She tugged the waistband of his shorts down and kissed his bare abs. When she tugged on his jeans he raised up so she could pull them off his hips, along with his shorts.
"Oh!" she gasped with surprise.
"Holy Shit!" somebody close to him swore.
"Son-of-a-bitch, what horse did he steal that thing from?" said someone else.
Joe wasn't where he had a good, direct view but he knew what Christy and the men were seeing.
"Let's see you take that," one of them said to Christy.
Jordan's face was a mask of intense expectation. Suddenly he moaned like a wounded animal as Christy touched his cock with her mouth.
"AAAAWwwhwhhhhhhhh!" he cried softly. "Awww, Myy Godddd!"

The men around him laughed. She sucked his cock for several minutes then stood up.
"Does one of you big studs happen to have a condom?" Christy cooed.
"Got `em right here, a whole dozen of `em," someone said.
The box was torn open and someone handed Jordan a condom. He tore the packet open and Christy took it. She squatted down, placing the condom over the head of his cock and rolled it down. Then she stood and turned around. Joe was stunned when Brad, the foreman, sitting next to Jordan, casually reached over and wrapped his hand around his cock.
"I'll hold that up for you," he said.
Nobody seemed to be the least bit surprised that Brad had done it. Christy lowered her butt till she came into contact with the head of Jordan's cock. She maneuvered around till the head was set snugly against her pussy then she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jordan moaned as his cock was enveloped in the wet heat of a pussy for the first time.
Christy had to pause and maneuver around again in order to work more of the huge cock into her pussy. Finally, she sat snugly on his thighs.
"Yeah, ride that big fucker," Brad told her as he pulled his hand away.
"Goddam. Where's she putting it all?" somebody asked.
The room seemed to take on a singular, pulsating moan as the woman began to ride up and down on the huge cock. The loudest of all was Jordan.
"Ohhhhhh!......Awwwhhhhh!......Ohh, Fuck...I can't believe you guys did this," he groaned.

Joe wished he were closer, but he could see Christy riding up and down and Jordan's face contorted with intense pleasure. He wasn't acting like a virgin, and Joe wondered if he had, indeed, gotten laid, or had lied about his virgin status. He was humping his butt up out of the chair, pulling her butt down hard onto his cock, and reaching around to squeeze and play with her big tits.
He twisted her around so he could suck on one at a time. Joe worked his way, unnoticed, through the crowd of men till he was right next to the action. He squatted down to get out of the way of the others behind him. Truth be known, he squatted down to be closer to the action. He watched Christy ride up...up...up...then all the way down, and Joe wondered, too, where she was putting it all. He wondered if he could take him like that. Not surprising, Jordan didn't last very long. His climax was the most erotic thing Joe had ever seen. The men saw it and cheered him on with each stroke then broke out in roaring applause when it was obvious that he was shooting his load. Christy kept riding up and down his cock, bringing him down in her own special way.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it," Jordan apologized breathlessly as he raised up.
"Honey, you've got nothing to apologize for," she said.

Jordan's cock fell with a wet smack up across his abs, the condom bulging with his heavy load. Christy was gathering up her clothes from the men and letting them help her put them on, laughing at their gropes and feels.
When she was dressed she leaned down and kissed Jordan on the forehead. He stood up to tell her good-bye. His big cock hung out like a hunk of rubber hose, the end of the condom hanging heavy with its burden.
"Fuck Me! Is that all one load!" someone exclaimed.
"The kid's a stallion," someone else remarked.
Christy was gone and suddenly Jordan seemed to be embarrassed with his big cock hanging out and the come-filled condom. He looked to the bathroom and the men parted to make way. Joe noticed how they all looked at him when he passed by, in awe.
Jordan came back out of the bathroom pulling his shirt on. The men whooped and applauded.
"That's a birthday I'm never going to forget," Jordan sad. "Thanks, guys."
"Hell, don't thank us; we ought be paying you for putting on the show," someone said.
"I wanta know just one thing; how the hell did you grow a cock that size at your age?" someone else asked.
Jordan laughed and made his way over to where Joe was standing.
"Wow! That was something," he said.
"Yeah, it sure was," Joe agreed.
Jordan acted like he was ready to leave.
"The party's not over," Joe said. "Not till the beer's gone."