Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 19:15:50 -0500
From: Tyler B. <foolin6906@hotmail.com>
Subject: blowing jesse part 2

Well, i have received a lot of feedback on part 1 of this story and all i
can say is, wow. i didn't expect so much positive feedback! i'm still
getting responses.

The general consensus seems to be these two should enter some kind of
relationship, and even before i got responses i had a feeling that was
where the story would go, however i'm not sure how many chapters i'll write
before i get there. i do have a good idea on how i want the next several
chapters of their sexcapades to go though. please please keep the positive
feedback coming! its what motivated me to update this next chapter so soon,
sometimes it takes me months. the kind words were lovely!

also if you decided to look up any of my other stories, expect to see
chapter three of cue stick soon. i started writing it, but the feedback on
this story was so immense i decided to work on this more instead. thanks
again everyone, and now i'll stop talking so you can start reading! hope
you enjoy!


Blowing Jesse, Part 2


I woke up the next morning with a nice headache. Damn booze. I also had a
fairly decent recollection of he events of the night before. I trifled out
of bed and to the bathroom where I took a leak, then to the sink where is
studied myself in the mirror. I should probably describe myself at this
point. I'm 5'9, 165 lbs. I have short brown hair and blue eyes...not
piercing like Jesse's, more of an aqua color. I was in OK shape, I didn't
have a 6 pack but I'm not heavy either. I was almost 22 years old, a few
months younger than Jesse according to his facebook page.

I went back to my bed and crawled in again. It was Saturday morning, about
10 am. I replayed the events in my head from the night before, wondering if
it had all been an alcohol induced dream. I went through my contacts list,
and there it was; his number he'd put in. maybe it really had happened? Or
maybe I just got his number as a friend and I imagined the rest. I was
still trying to figure it out when my phone started vibrating in my hand.
It was Jesse.

"H-hello?" I answered meekly, both out of uncertainty and a throbbing
headache. "Morning sunshine!"  he announced on the other end. "How'd you
get my number?" I asked. I didn't remember giving it to him. "I called
myself when I put it in your phone," he said. "You still wanna hang out
today?"  Nothing like skipping right to the point. "Uh...yeah." "OK
good. Take down my address and get your ass over here," he said.  "Dude,
I'm not even out of bed yet. I still need to shower," I protested. "No you
don't." "Yes, I really do." "Really, you don't. Are you taking this down?"
"Yeah," I said. No. How could I? But I couldn't argue. I memorized it as
best I could. "Bring something comfortable," he said. "For what?" "Just do
it! And don't take too long. I'm home alone for a while but I'm not sure
how long. See you soon." "See ya," I said, and hung up.

What the fuck was so urgent? I kind of understood the whole no one home
thing but damn. I got back out of bed and got started getting
dressed. Pulled off my clothes from the bar last night and pulled on new
ones. Fresh pair of boxer briefs, and a pair of gym shorts over them, my
something comfortable-before a pair of jeans, and a t shirt. I went over to
my computer and typed his address into Google maps before printing it out,
and headed downstairs.

"Where are you going so early?" my mom asked. "Friends house." I replied
curtly, grabbing my car keys. I wasn't lying. "Oh, OK then." she replied
and went back to whatever she was doing. I wasn't in the mood to come up
with something, so I was glad she didn't press further. I got in my car and
began my estimated 20 minute journey. It took a little longer due to
traffic, but soon I was there. I parked in front of his house and texted
him, I'm here. He responded right back saying to come up to the house.


It was a nice house, typical suburbia.  Not overly fancy or anything but
not crappy. Split level with white siding, and all that. I approached the
door, but just as I went to knock on it, it opened. Standing on the other
side was Jesse, wearing nothing but a pair of red gym shorts. I froze,
taring at his incredible chest. "If you're gonna ogle me, at least do it so
the neighbors can see," he said with a smile. I came inside and he shut the
door behind him. I never took my eyes off him the whole time. As I came in
I noticed the faint smell off sweat, and that his body had a light layer of
it. It was unbelievably sexy.


"I was just working out, still got some routine to do," he said. "Where's
your comfortable clothing?" he asked. "I got it!" I said, slightly pulling
down the edge of my jeans to reveal my gym shorts as well. "Good, come with
me," he said, and he took me to the basement. When I hit the bottom of the
stairs, I was amazed. Other than a washer and dryer, it was all work out
equipment. Bench press, dumb bells, treadmill, back machine, squatter, even
more I didn't even know what they were for.

"God damn," I said as I stopped near the driveway. "Come on, you're gonna
finish with me," he said. "What?" "I said, you're gonna finish my routine
with me."  "Yeah, about that," I said. "I haven't worked out in three years
at least, and I still feel like shit from last night." he walked over to
me. "You'll feel better, I promise," he said. He gave me these big puppy
dog eyes. How could I say no? Then my head throbbed again. "I'll make it
worth your while..." he trailed off. He reached down and began to undo my
jeans, his fingers brushing in all the right places. My cock began to liven
up some.




"Fine," I said reluctantly. "Yes!"  he jumped back and fist pumped. I
finished taking my jeans off, as well as my shoes and socks. "I just gotta
finish three things. You don't have to do them all with me, but I want you
to at least bench with me. What's your max?" he asked as he walked over to
the bench.  "Pffft, fuck if I know," I said as he began taking weights off.
There were a lot on there, Jesus. "Well, what was it the last time you
checked?" he asked. "I don't know, like 175 I think?" he paused, and took a
few more weights off. "Here," he said, now standing behind the bench. "This
is 140, you should be able to handle it fairly well," he said. "I dunno
man," I said, taking a seat on the bench. "Come on, it'll be fun," he
said. It worked.


I laid down on the bench and took my position, arms on the weight
bar. "Just gonna do a few reps," he said. He was standing over me now, very
close, and I could see a faint bulge in his shorts, and it was hot. I
started boning up a bit.  "Ready?" he asked. "I guess." More like, ready to
put his cock in my mouth again. I lifted up the bar, with his help. As he
did, I caught a glimpse up his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear, and I
got a good view of all the goods, even if only briefly.

He had me do 8 reps of 140, and by the end I was more than struggling, he
had to help me with the last one.  He added another weight to each
side. "OK, a few more," he said.  "I don't think so," I said, very out of
breath. "Come on, you can do it." He hiked up the front of his shorts a few
times as he resumed his position over top of me, on purpose I'm sure giving
me a nice look at his meat behind them. I gave in. "Ready, one, two,
three," he said and he helped me lift off the bases. He only made me do 4
reps this time, each increasingly harder, and I could barely do the last
one.

"OK, one more," he said as he added one more weight. "No way man," I said,
huffing and puffing. My arms were near numb and felt weightless. "Its the a
you told me," he said as he finished putting the weights on and resumed his
spotter position once more as I lay on the bench. "I promise I'll make it
worth your while..!" he said slyly. "I don't think I can man," I said. I
really didn't. "What if I promise to give you...anything you want?" he
said. With that he squatted his knees and ;leaned forward a bit, until his
balls were on my face. They covered my eyes, and I felt his shaft drape
down over my nose.

Without another word, I put my arms up to brace the weights. "There we go!"
he said as he stood up.  "Just one. I wanna see if you got it in you." I
pushed up and slowly brought the weights to my chest. It took some hard
pushing, a little bit of help and a possible hernia but I got it up. Jesse
brought it back to it resting place and I slammed it down. "Good job man!"
he exclaimed as I sat up. "I knew you could do it!" I glared at him, half
pissed but half excited. I was impressed with myself, I won't lie.

"I'm gonna hurt so bad tomorrow," I commented as I wiped the sweat off my
forehead with my t shirt. He started adding a bunch of weights to them
again, for himself now.  "How much do you fucking bench?" I asked. He was
adding a lot.  "My max is 350, but when I'm working out I usually do 280."
"Fuck," I said. He did have massive arms. I mean fuckin huge. I would hate
to get punched by those arms. He came around to stand in front of me, still
sitting on the bench. "Spot me?" he asked as he sat down next to me. "Even
if I could, do I need to?" I asked.  He chuckled. "Couldn't hurt," he said,
I stood up and took his place above the weights.


He quickly went through his sets, making me look rather juvenile in
mine. He certainly didn't need my help any. I spent my time looking over
his body. He had extremely thick arms that could probably pick me up and
throw me. Pecs that could probably be fitted for a bra. Thighs that looked
like tree trunks. I was starting to think about him fucking me, and that it
might hurt like hell if he used all that power. Apparently I thought about
it too long. Because I started to bone up, my hardening cock showing throw
my loose shorts without my realizing it. I also hadn't realized he had
finished, that is until his hand shot up my shorts leg, grabbing my cock. I
jumped a bit, casing my shorts to pull down a bit, his hand still latched
on.


He reached up with the other hand and pulled my shorts down, until my
constrained cock appeared over the waist band, still contained in the blue
boxer briefs I put on, his hand still attached firmly, rubbing my cock to
full mast. "We don't need these anymore," he said as he pulled my gym
shorts to the ground. I stood there a minute, just letting him rub my cock
until he nearly sent me over the edge. "Can I have my anything now?" I
asked. "Sure," he said, still groping me. "Can I watch you finish your
routine..." I paused, as did he, looking up at me.  "...nude?" the look on
his face was a bit of shock, but he quickly smiled. "Do you trust me?" he
said. "Sure." He sat up quickly. "Then I can do you one better.


He jumped up from the bench and took off upstairs. "What can be better than
naked?" I called after him. "You'll see!" he yelled back. After a few
minutes, I heard him come back across the floor upstairs, and come running
down the steps. When he finally appeared, my jaw dropped. He was wearing
nothing but a white jock. I didn't think anything could be better than
nude, but I was wrong. Entirely. He clearly saw the expression in my
face. "Told ya," he said with another of his amazing smiles.


"I think I'll just do my back and be done," he said as he walked over and
sat on the bench. I got a good view of his back and his ass as he reached
up on the bar and began to pull down on it. My eyes went down to his ass,
which was well exposed. It was beyond perfect. Round, meaty, and just
right. I envied that bench. I went back to his back, which was getting a
good work out. I don't usually get so turned on by such muscular guys, but
fuck. After two sets, he turned around to face me, and went back to it. I
approached him closer, still in my underwear, my rock hard cock straining
more than ever. I looked over his body slowly until I got to his package,
confined barely to this little white pouch.


There as a very definite outline to his cock that I could see in the pouch,
and I fixated on it. I began to rub myself, slowly. I wanted it. I looked
at his face, and our eyes locked. In that moment, we both knew what we
wanted, and it wasn't to be lifting weights. I don't know if he actually
finished his sets or not, but after what seemed like forever of eye
contact, he let go of the weights and stood up. He approached me
fast. "Let's stop wasting time," he said, and he grabbed me by the hand. He
quickly led me upstairs to his bed room, where he shut the door.

Once in his room, he turned and faced me lightning quick. He grabbed hold
of me and kissed me, as passionately as he had the night before. He reached
down and grabbed my cock briefly, before shoving his hand inside my
underwear and taking hold of the flesh. He took my cock out and again
stroked it as if his life depended on it. The tension was already getting
to be too much to bear. I reached down myself and took hold of his jock. I
grabbed his hardening rod, squeezing it in my hand. I reached down further,
massaging his sack with my finger tips.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled his hand off my cock and
dropped to my knees. I ripped his jock down and his member popped out, full
sized and semi erect. It smelled strongly of sweat and ball funk which was
usually a huge turn off for me, but for reasons today that I couldn't
explain it turned me on. Maybe because I had been watching him work
out. Maybe it was a primal thing, just wanting dirty, smelly man on man
fucking. I reached up and grabbed hold of his cock, admiring the smell
another second.

"Shall we shower first?" he asked.  Without a word, I rammed his cock into
my throat. I looked up at him as if say, does this answer your question?
Rather than saying anything, he just placed his hand on the back of my
head, not pushing me, but rather to keep his balance I assume. I looked up
and admired the hard, muscled, sweat soaked body that ended in my mouth. He
had finally grown to full mast in my mouth, but I was still able to take
all of it in stride, now that I had a better position than the night
before. Soon he was groaning with each suck of the shaft, his body slowly
thrusting in rhythm to my mouth.

After a short while of this, he stopped, and pulled out of my mouth. "Up,"
he said. I stood up.  He dropped to his knees and pulled my underwear off
the rest of the way. He grabbed hold of my cock, and took it into his
mouth. He quickly made it disappear into his throat, taking all seven
inches in the first try. After a few bobs, he went down all the way and
stayed there, his nose in my pubic hairs. He began to play with my balls as
he thrusted his head back and forth, rubbing the tip of my cock on the back
of his throat. Is was incredible.

He did this a few more times, and it felt so good I failed to notice his
hands had made their way to my ass cheeks. This of course changed once his
finger grazed my hole. I jumped a little, but didn't protest. He probes at
it, feeling around it gently. He began to bob on my cock again and as he
did, he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside my hole. "Uhhhhnnn,"
escaped my lips as he slowly but surely buried his finger in my all the
way. He worked my hole for several minutes, all the while sucking my cock,
taking the occasional break to suck my balls.

Suddenly he felt a second finger graze and enter me. I let out another moan
as he slid now tow fingers in and out of me. After working it for what
seemed like forever, he slid his fingers out and then stood up. "Over
here," he commanded, pointing towards the bed. He led me over and had me
stand beside it slightly bent over, my legs spread apart. I thought he was
about to fuck me, but I was off bit. Instead, he knelt down behind me,
spreading my ass cheeks apart.

That was about when I realized what he was doing, there was about two
seconds between that and when his tongue hit my hole. "Ohhhhhaaaaa!" I let
out as he probed me with his tongue, flicking it violently over it and
probing it inside.  "You're a fuckin master with that thing!" I cried out,
and indeed he was. He fondled my balls and grabbed hold of my cock with one
hand, keeping my ass spread apart by the other. Soon, he was pushing his
fingers back inside me again.

He continued to lick around it as he pushed one finger in, then two
quickly. The tongue went away, and he went back to finger fucking
me. Slowly, I felt a third finger slide in. "Ahhnnn!" I let out. I wasn't
virgin tight back there but I wasn't a slut either and this fucker had
thick fingers. He finger fucked me for a while, and I could see him
stroking his own cock between my legs. I wanted to do it for him. Soon, I
felt finger number four grazing. I'm not sure I was ready for it. He slid
it, but didn't penetrate far with it. I'd had about enough.

"God damn it, fuck me Jesse!" I practically yelled. I heard him chuckle a
little. "But I am!" he exclaimed. That son of a bitch. "With your cock you
bastard. I want your cock, now." "Well, yes sir," he said. He pushed me
gently on to the bed, and I climbed onto it while he went over to his night
stand, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. I sat on the middle of
the bed on all fours, ready for him. I heard him open the lube, and soon I
felt his fingers enter my ass once again, first two, then three, lubing me
up. Once I was good and ready, I head him open the condom package.

"Fuck the condom, just fuck me," I said, pushing back towards him a
bit. "But..." he trailed off. He was thinking about it. "Look, I don't
blame you, but I know I'm clean and I already swallowed your load once, so
whats the point?"  I asked. Silence for a second, then, "OK." I looked over
my shoulder to watch him lube up his big cock, his hand making that slick
sound as he stroked himself fully hard. After a minute or so, he
finished. "Ready?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah," I said. "Just take it slow at first." I grabbed onto my left
hip with his hand and pulled me closer to him, and inched closer to me on
his knees, using his other hand to hold his cock steady. He moved his hand
on my body to my ass, pushing my cheeks apart. He slid two fingers in me
again, followed by three, and finger fucked me again, stretching me out for
his thick cock. Then he pulled his fingers out, and I felt the tip of his
cock press against my hole. Using his one hand to guide and placing the
other back to my waist, he slowly began to push it through.

"Ahhhhhhhhnnn!" I let out. It hurt, but it felt good too. Slowly he slid
his cock in to me, and I pushed back onto him until I felt my ass cheeks
touch his groin. "I'm all the way in," he said, both hands now around my
hips. "Ya don't say," I gasped out. He held it there a minute, letting me
get used to it, and the pain started going away already. Like I said, I
wasn't necessarily the tightest bottom, but that didn't make the initial
pain any worse.

"Just let me know when you want me to continue," he said finally. "I think
I should be fine, just take it slow," I said. Slowly, he began to withdraw
his cock, I'm not sure how much he took out, it was more than half, but I
never felt head pass over my sphincter. He paused again before slowly
pushing it in. I grunted, a mix of pain and pleasure, and he
stopped. "You're fine," I said. He continued pushing until he once again
was to the hilt. I felt his sack dangling against mine, his balls so much
bigger than mine.

Slowly but surely, Jesse began to work up his pace, pumping in and out of
me. I put my head down on the bed, looking back at his powerful legs behind
me from underneath my own body. My own cock was rock hard, pointing down at
an angle. I reached back with one hand and stroked it slowly, and I could
see his sack slapping against me in the motion. He was now at a medium
pace, steady and not too fast, and seemed to have stopped building speed
with it. I lay there for what seemed like forever, his cock head
occasionally grazing over my prostate sending waves of pleasure through me,
which I vocalized.

I picked my head up now, and noticed by the clock we'd been fucking for
half an hour already. Damn. Felt like 5 minutes. I started thrusting back
into him a little harder and faster, wanting him to finish inside me. I had
gotten used to him by now. He got the hint and picked up the pace. As he
began to fuck me faster, he leaned over my back some, and reached down
under me and took hold of my cock and began to stroke it in tune to his
pumping.

Pretty soon I felt my balls tense up, and I knew I was going to cum
soon. "Slow down on my cock man, I'm going to burst," I said. "Good," he
replied, "Me too." He stopped fucking me for a minute, changing the angle
of his cock, and then resumed. He must have figured out where my g spot
was, because now he was hitting it on every thrust, and it was
incredible. "Oh my god, yes," I cried out as he began to fuck me harder and
faster now.

He'd stopped stroking my cock, focusing now just on fucking me, but was
still leaned over me with his hand on my cock. He was pounding my ass as
hard as he could, and felt what it was like to have the full power of those
incredible thighs slamming into my rectal cavity (or so I thought), and it
was amazing.  Suddenly, with his cock in to the hilt, he stopped a second
and sat up again, no longer over my back. He grabbed onto my hips again
with both hands, suddenly began to slam my hole with his cock in slow,
hard, deliberate thrusts. NOW I knew what it was like to feel the full
power of those legs. After several of these, he again paused when fully
buried into me, and rolled his cock around the inside of my body.

He grunted as he did this, and let out a heavy sigh. He then thrusted into
me a few more times before groaning loudly. "Here it is," he let out as he
hammered me one more time as hard as he could. Then I felt an explosion of
warmth inside me, bathing me with his cum. I could feel each spurt release
inside me, and he pushed into me just a little bit more each time.  After
what seemed like and endless ocean of man juice, he finally stopped, cock
till in me. After a minute of resting, he finally pulled out of me, his
cock making a sucking noise as it left my body.  I felt a mix of cum and
lube dribble out and start down my leg, which he wiped away and wiped on
the bed.

Suddenly, he pushed on my side and rolled me over onto my back. I looked at
him quizzically, and he leaned down over me between my spread legs. He
began to kiss my neck, and worked his way down my body until he reached my
cock, which was still hard as a rock. My average thickness seven inches
seemed meager to his, but he quickly gobbled it up, taking the whole
think. He worked it furiously, taking my entire length in stride. It wasn't
long before I knew the end was near. I murmured something about it, and
while it seemed to not make sense to me I guess he got the message, because
he swallowed my cock and held it, rubbing my cock head against his throat.

He did this shortly before giving me a few more slow bobs, until I exploded
into his mouth, shooting a large load myself. He took it all and swallowed
it. When I was finished, he sat back o n his haunches, and I closed my
spread legs. He did a sort of semi-flying leap over me on the bed, landing
on my left. He lay down on his side looking at me, propping his head up
with his hand against the bed. I looked over at him, totally exhausted, and
our eyes met. He leaned in and kissed me, a long enduring kiss. And I could
taste my cum on his breath some. Finally, exhaustion over took me and I
broke the kiss, staring into is eyes until I nodded off to sleep.