Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 08:40:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Jess' Story, Chapter 10

Jess' Story
Chapter 10
From Paul's viewpoint

I almost fell off my chair at lunch when Jess told me, "I take it where I
can get it." His words echoed in my head. I take it where I can get it! I
was pretty sure those were the exact words that the Jess in "I Thought I
Knew" said he sometimes used when he was asked if he was straight or gay.

What were the odds of that? Either somehow this was the same Jess as in the
story, or this guy liked to pretend that he was. I didn't understand what
was going on. It didn't make any sense. But either way I figured I had hit
the boyfriend jackpot.

When Jess said those words, it literally knocked me back into my chair. I
didn't know what to say. I just sat there looking at him, probably with a
goofy look on my face. I'd always loved this guy in some fairytale sort of
way and here he was sitting across from me at lunch telling me he was
real. Real or not, I didn't really care. He was there. Having lunch with
me. Can you say "hard-on"? "Major hard-on"?

I was so excited, so completely turned on by what I had just learned, or
thought I had learned, that I was afraid if I stayed there talking to him
much longer, I wasn't going to be able to resist telling him that I knew
who he was. I wasn't sure I could keep from reaching out to touch him. I
had this insatiable urge to touch him. Even just the back of his hand, or
maybe stroking his eight-inch cock the way Justin did. Oh, fuck, I was
turned on.

I started to worry that I was going to make a fool of myself because I was
so much in l . . . Maybe it wasn't love at that point, but at least so much
in lust with him right then. And I had been for so long.

OK, now jump forward a little. We were walking along talking about pretty
much nothing, headed off to see a kid about a car. Everything about Jess
seemed to fit perfectly with the way HardReader had described him. The way
I had always imagined he was. I was becoming more and more convinced that
this was the real thing.

However, I had one big problem right then. The kid with the car wasn't
really expecting me to stop by today. As a matter of fact, he'd told me
he'd be out of town until tomorrow. But I'd just said the first thing that
popped into my head.

The good news was that Jess and I were still together. Still talking. And I
hadn't made a fool of myself trying to molest him yet. But I kept trying to
find ways to see his crotch. And his ass, which isn't easy when you're
walking side-by-side with a guy.

When we got to the kid's place and no one was there, I asked Jess if he
minded giving the guy a few minutes. It was more time to talk and finally a
chance for me to get a much better look at him. And I liked what I saw.

I could imagine his eight inches of cock just as HardReader had described
it. I could imagine it hard and aching and throbbing. Waiting for me to
suck it. It was crazy, but here was this guy I'd barely met and I already
knew what his cock looked like. What his cum tasted like. How he liked to
get off when he was alone. How he liked to . . .

I was so hard. Jess was leaning against a post that was holding up the
porch roof. He was wearing a pair of old baggy cargoes that looked like the
sexiest cargoes I'd ever seen. Like in an A&F ad or something. I was pretty
sure he was going commando. In "I Thought I Knew" he always went commando.

I was sitting on the front step on the far end of the porch. Maybe 7 or 8
feet away. A good distance to watch him. Study him. Confirm that he was
everything I had always known he would be.

Since I was sitting down with my knees in front of me, I figured he
probably couldn't tell how much my own hard penis was causing my shorts to
tent. At least it was partially disguised. But then I started to think
about it. About Jess seeing me with my hard penis in my cargoes. I almost
stood up so he could see how excited I was. So he could see that I was full
hard for him. But I didn't. I just kept looking at him and thinking what I
wanted to do with him.

You don't need to ask. I know what you want to know. Sure, I was going
commando, too. I'd been going commando or free-balling ever since I first
knew that Jess never wore underwear.

I'm lucky I didn't cum in my shorts the 20 or so minutes we spent waiting
there. I can picture Jess perfectly leaning against that post. I can still
feel the intensity of my hard penis.

Time was passing and I could tell Jess was starting to get restless. I
didn't have a clue what to do next, but I didn't want this first meeting to
end. Then Jess said, "I guess he's not coming. You wanna get something to
drink at my place? It's not far from here."

We were there in less than 10 minutes. Fortunately as we walked again
side-by-side my penis had relaxed some. When we got to Jess' place he
offered to get us a couple of Cokes from the fridge. I asked if I could use
his bathroom and he directed me to a door off his bedroom. I pissed like
crazy and that helped my half-hard penis to relax the rest of the way.

As I came out of the bathroom, I saw something I hadn't noticed as I went
in. On the far wall was a picture of a young kid. Lying on his left
side. His left arm propping up his head as he looked straight ahead. His
head resting on his left hand. He was naked. Completely naked. And
beautiful.

His free right hand was draped so it mostly covered his genitals, though
not completely, I noted. Just a hint of his balls and what was maybe the
tip of his penis.

I walked up close to examine it. Just as I had thought, it was Jess. A
beautiful drawing. Excellently drawn. Jess when he was maybe two or even
three years younger. But I knew it was Jess.

Suddenly the overhead light in the room came on, startling me.

"You found the bathroom OK?" Jess asked and then, seeing me staring at the
picture of him, he said, "That's pretty old now. I should probably take it
down. It embarrasses me, but it was done by a good friend as a graduation
gift, so I've left it up."

As much as I wanted to look at the real Jess to see how he looked compared
to the young man in the picture, I couldn't take my eyes off the
drawing. With the light on, I thought I could see a dappling or splattering
of something on Jess' chest and abs. It was very subtle. I wondered if I
was imagining it. But I didn't think I was. I was pretty sure that it was
supposed to be his cum splattered there. Maybe even a streak on his cheek
and upper lip.

I looked to see who the artist was. In the lower right-hand corner was a
handwritten note. Congratulations and best wishes! Justin . . .

"I guess Justin must be a very good friend," I said, turning and looking
directly at Jess for the first time since he had come into the room. He
looked embarrassed.

And then as though he had just realized something, he said, "What?" really
loud. "How did you know who drew it? And what makes you think he was a
friend?" I felt like I was being accused of doing something wrong.

"Well, you told me it was drawn by a 'good friend' of yours and it's signed
right here by somebody named Justin something I can't read."

The flash of anger that I thought I'd seen in Jess' face was gone. He
looked sheepish and apologized. It was the only moment of the day that had
not been near perfect. But it seemed to pass quickly when I explained.

As I thought back on it as the evening went on, I guess I might have had
sort of a salacious tone in my voice or whatever that word is. Like sexual
or dirty. I mean it was the second major clue that this was really
Jess. The Jess. A nude picture of him and his fresh cum drawn by his good
friend Justin. I didn't need to be a brain surgeon to put those clues
together, did I?

I have to admit, I couldn't get that picture of Jess out of my mind. I
thought he looked better now than he did then. He looked more solid. More
dependable. More sexy as we continued to talk and pass the time. Even
though I couldn't see his body the way I could in the picture, I could see
enough of it to have a good idea what was there.

Now that I was so sure I was right about who he really was, I wanted so
badly to tell him that I knew. Knew what he'd done. Knew what he wanted and
needed. In some ways it seemed like it would make everything so much
easier.

I didn't need to tell him about Anne and the chapter she had shown me. I
could tell him I figured it out because of the picture. And the "I take it
where I can get it" quote. And of course his name. And Justin's name . . .

But surely if they changed anything, they'd changed the names. So maybe I
wasn't ready to tell him I knew it was him. But maybe I could say something
like, "I read this true story online and I wondered if it could be about
you and your friends. There seem to be some similarities. Have you ever
read 'I Thought I Knew'?

Maybe. But I wasn't ready to put myself out there that far yet. I really
didn't want to screw this up.

After all these years without ever having laid so much as a finger on
another kid, well on another guy, I really wanted to. And having had a
crush on Jess for so many years, I couldn't believe I was there in his
apartment with him. Looking at a nude drawing of him. Trying to figure out
how I was supposed to act toward him. What was I supposed to say? To do?

And why, I kept wondering, was a guy like Jess spending time with a guy
like . . .

I didn't want to finish that thought. I only hoped that he really did want
to spend time with me and that he'd know how to move things along. Because
all I knew about gay sex was what I'd read in fantasies online where every
guy had a 10-inch penis and a butler. I loved reading that stuff, but I
didn't believe that's how things really happened. Except maybe for Jess and
Billy and Justin. Not for me.

I've tried a lot of times to piece together how things went that afternoon
at Jess' place. I'm not really sure how it happened, but somehow we went
from talking about Jess' picture to how we were trying to cover the cost of
our college educations. It turned out we both got a lot of help from our
parents, but that wasn't enough. Money was kind of tight for both of us.

It was almost two hours later when we dropped that subject and Jess said he
was getting hungry. He suggested pizza. I suggested a little place that
specialized in organic foods. They made a pretty good pizza. So we called
and ordered carry-out.

As we ate, we talked some more. He never suggested I should move on or he
had something else to do. Quite the opposite. He always seemed to be
offering me an opportunity to stay with him and do whatever the next thing
was.

Finally it was getting kind of late. He asked if I wanted to watch some TV
or a movie or something. I asked what movies he had and he looked kind of
embarrassed. "Not much I guess," he said. He put on his sheepish look
again. He looked so hot just then.

Somehow I knew from his response that all he had was porno. How many times
had I read this scenario? I was hoping it was gay porno. But gay or
straight I thought it might just be the nudge I'd been hoping for the last
few hours.

"Yeah, all I've got is an old box of porn flix that a roommate left behind
when he moved out without paying his last month's rent," Jess said.

He went into his bedroom and came out with a raggedy cardboard box half
full of DVDs. He handed them to me and said I could pick something.

There wasn't anything in there that I knew anything about, but it was all
guys on the covers. I finally picked one out with two college-age guys who
looked pretty good. It had some stupid title that suggested it had a
wrestling theme.

"I don't think I've ever watched this one," Jess said, giving the pictures
on the front and back a quick glance. He put it in his player and turned on
his TV. Then he turned back to me as he started to unbutton his shorts and
asked, "So do you want to get comfortable?"

I shrugged my shoulders indicating that was OK with me, trying the whole
time to look like guys asked me to "get comfortable" and watch porn with
them in their bedrooms all the time. Particularly hot looking guys like
Jess whose sexual exploits were known by guys all over the world.

My heart was beating like crazy as his shorts dropped. Bingo! Just as I'd
guessed from watching him all day. Commando. Just like The Jess.

He was standing there in nothing but an old black T-shirt, his back turned
toward me. His tight butt a sight to behold as he watched a string of
previews start to play. I was already hard. I decided that since his back
was turned it was a good time for me to drop my shorts too. Now we were
dressed alike again, except my T-shirt was a faded yellow. And I was
wearing a hard-on and I was pretty sure he was soft.

He finally turned around and looked at me. It was clear he was looking me
up and down. My cock, which had started to ease up a little just a moment
before, sprang right back to full hard when I saw him checking me out.

There was no point in trying to cover up. This had been his idea. I wasn't
going to be the one to back out. I was so ready for whatever he had in
mind.

Since he hadn't hesitated to check me out, I took a good long look at his
penis and balls. Neatly trimmed. His soft cock hung down over his
low-hanging testicles. I'd guess he was probably about four inches soft. I
couldn't remember HardReader ever describing Jess when he was soft.

Jess knew what I was looking at. Still he reached down and wrapped the
fingers of his right hand around his cock and gave it a couple of nice tugs
before he turned back around to pull a pair of loose fitting black boxers
out of a dresser drawer. He stepped into them, walked around to the far
side of the bed and lay back against the padded headboard.

I was still standing there mostly naked and hard without a clue what I
should do. Should I see if there was another pair of boxers in his dresser
I could wear? Was I supposed to . . . I didn't know what to do. What to
think.

Before I did something stupid, he told me to relax and sit beside him. He
didn't need to ask twice. I was beside him almost immediately.

I was a little uncomfortable with my privates on display while his were
covered up. I couldn't quite figure out what that was all about. Was he
trying to tell me his penis was off limits? I didn't get it. But there I
was in bed with him. Me just a little more naked than him. Our hips side by
side. My leg grazing his.

Jess was so relaxed and casual. I envied that in him. Of course, he'd done
this all before. With Billy. With Justin. With his cousin. Even with girls.

With all that experience I expected him to be more aggressive. But he was
just lying beside me chilling as the DVD started with a shot of two naked
guys in the 69 position.

I was still hard and I couldn't imagine how that was going to change unless
I came. That's what I was hoping for.

As the cameraman got better and better angles on the guys swapping blow
jobs, I could see Jess' cock shifting in his boxers. Getting longer and
harder. And finally it was what I was pretty sure must be full hard. I
could see a little of the underside of it pushing the fly of his black
boxers open. It was so incredibly hot to see a hard cock like that in
person for the first time. My mouth was watering. My palms were
sweating. My own cock just ached.

I couldn't believe Jess never touched his cock. It went from almost full
soft to full hard in a minute or two with not a touch from his hand. Or
sadly from mine.

I kept thinking he was going to start playing with himself any second, but
his hands stayed mostly on his flat stomach. His fingers interlinked. His
eyes focused on the wrestlers on the screen. Not on me or my throbbing
penis.

I didn't even realize I'd done it, but at some point I'd moved my
hands. They were on my thighs. Kind of massaging myself with slow, but
powerful rubbing motions. I guess I was so turned on. I needed to touch
myself if Jess wasn't going to.

I decided to take matters into my own inexperienced hands. I lifted my
right hand from my thigh and placed it on Jess' thigh. At the same time I
moved my leg enough to press it right up against Jess' leg.

Oh my god! I couldn't believe what it felt like to touch another guy this
way. His skin was so warm. I could feel his muscles beneath my
fingers. Feel every hair beneath my hand. His hard penis was only inches
away. I literally could not breathe for a moment. I'd never felt anything
so . . . I don't even know how to describe what that first touch was like
for me. But it was better than edging. Better than jerking off. Maybe even
better than a lot of times I had come alone in my room.

Jess didn't tell me to stop. He didn't move away. He just seemed to be
stretching his neck. Twisting it around and back. I heard it crackle and
pop. He looked over at me and said, "That feels better." I really didn't
know if he meant his neck, or having my hand on his thigh.

This was like being in junior high again and trying for first base. But if
this was how it had to be, I was going to make it happen. I started rubbing
and massaging and squeezing my hand on Jess' thigh as I rubbed and massaged
and squeezed my own. I thought I saw his cock twitch when I squeezed the
first time. Whatever! At least he wasn't complaining.

A few minutes later, one of the wrestlers had the other turned up on his
shoulders and was straddling him. Deep fucking him. Things were progressing
for me as well. My left hand moved in unison with the penetration on the
screen before us. It was finally wrapped around my throbbing penis. And my
right hand rested on Jess' hard eight-inch cock. Not moving at first. Just
resting.

I saw Jess look over to watch me jerking my fully exposed cock. I looked
him full in the face and his gaze turned from my cock to my eyes. He smiled
in the laziest, most relaxed way. Almost yawning in peaceful content. Then
I felt a gentle thrust of his cock against my hand. And then again. And
again. He was humping my hand.

I could hardly believe this. I wrapped my fingers around it. The loosed
fabric of his boxers was almost like lube as I stroked his amazing hard
cock. I could feel so much heat right through the fabric. I could see a
little of his muscles rippling in his mid section where his shirt had
pulled up. He continued to thrust into my hand as he worked himself like a
pro in and out of my grip. It felt amazing. Like nothing I'd ever done
before. Giving pleasure and seeing how good it made Jess feel. I could tell
the way his body moved. I knew he must feel the way I did.

I hoped he would return the favor, but nothing more happened. I kept
playing with my own cock, stopping from time to time so as not to cum too
soon. He paused whenever I paused. And when I started stroking myself, he
started thrusting into my hand. And I jacked him as best I knew how.

During one such pause, I got a whiff of this sexy man smell. It wasn't my
smell. It was Jess'. Like a powerful aphrodisiac to me. I rolled toward
Jess and kissed him. I hoped that that was something he wanted. I had no
way to know. He seemed to be offering me no guidance. But I could not have
stopped if I tried. And to be honest I didn't try.

He kissed me back. Lips closed, but gently. His lips felt softer than I had
thought a man's lips would feel. More sensual. Less forceful. They felt
good gently pressing against mine. I opened my mouth a little and Jess
responded. I ran my nervous tongue across his lips. He didn't pull away or
tighten his lips.

I opened my mouth more fully and let my tongue run across Jess' teeth. His
mouth too was opened more, allowing me to do whatever I wanted. From time
to time I felt his tongue brush mine. But Jess seemed passive. Not
resisting anything I did.

I ran my tongue all around his mouth, challenging his tongue to take
action. But his tongue seemed as relaxed as his body, accepting things as
they came. I was a little puzzled by his reaction and finally withdrew back
to my original place beside him.

I let my hand remain where it had been. Holding its prize. Jess' cock,
which I had dreamed of so many times. Which I had imagined sucking so many
times. Or imagined pressed against my throbbing cock. Or deep within my
ass.

It was my hand on Jess' cock at last. I didn't want to let it go. It felt
too good. Too right.

Jess let out a sigh. The most erotic sound. And the first real reaction he
had given me other than staying so very hard in my grasp. Then I felt him
shift and his face rubbed against mine. Almost animal like as he pushed his
cheek against mine. His nose against my neck. His hair across my face.

I thought I was going to cum right then. I had never touched a man. Not any
man. And now I was touching Jess and he was touching me in this special,
sexy, erotic way. I had never even imagined it in any of my fantasies. But
I loved it!

Within a few minutes the animal like touching of face to face had
stopped. I was still propped against the headboard. But Jess had somehow
maneuvered himself so he was sort of sitting between my legs, leaning back
against me. His back was to my chest. His butt pressed against my aching
hard-on. His head nestled against my shoulder. I could feel his stubble
against my skin. Ohhhhh!

I found both of my hands were entwined around his hard cock. He was resting
peacefully and I felt free to do with him as I wanted.

I wrapped my right hand around his hardened penis and with my left I tugged
at his balls, easily accessible through the ample fabric of his
loose-fitting boxers.

He leaned forward, away from me. I thought I must have done something
wrong. Gone too far! I'd screwed up. I was sure of it. He reached down and
pulled his shirt over his head, forcing me to release his penis from my
grip. I decided I might as well take my T-shirt off too.

When I was done, he leaned back against me. I didn't know if it was OK to
touch his penis again or not. I hesitated. He reached down. Took my hands
in his and placed them back on his hard-on. I felt like I couldn't be
happier. Until he turned around and gave me a peck on my cheek and then
settled back up against me. This was heaven!

I started to jack Jess off. First slowly and then, urged on by the growing
speed of his thrusts, I quickened my tempo. When I seemed to reach the
speed Jess desired, his thrusting mostly stopped and he allowed me just to
keep on jacking him.

It was only a few minutes before I felt his body stiffen. I heard a sort of
gurgling sound deep in his chest. I could feel the temperature of his
entire body rise as it pressed against my own. I didn't want this night to
end. I slowed and finally stopped my stroking. Jess opened his eyes and
looked at me. Still at peace, but with a look of lust in his sleepy eyes.

I kissed him deeply. Still he gave little response. But no resistance. Then
I heard that sound deep within him. I knew I was doing something right.

I continued to kiss him. As we kissed he bent his legs and listed his butt
and pressed it back against me. Against my cock. I couldn't resist pumping
my throbbing cock against his tight buns. I didn't know what it felt like
to fuck a man, but this felt unbelievably good to me. Jess gently pressed
his buttocks back against my thrusting penis.

Without even thinking, my hands were at work again. Stroking Jess at that
tempo that seemed so perfect to him. Soon I felt his body tense again. I
knew he was close. I knew I was close too. Jess started to rub his face
against mine again. Like a cat. A wild cat. A tiger or a lion.

He groaned. I tensed. His cock swelled in my hand. My cock throbbed against
his butt. His cum, lots of cum, thick and warm and gooey splashed against
my face. Against his face too I'm sure. I felt his body repeatedly stiffen
and each time more cum. Not as powerful a blast as the first, but still so
much volume.

Each time he tensed, I felt his butt pressing against my cock. The third or
maybe fourth time, I came. No room for my cum to shoot the way it normally
did. It was trapped between us. Encased in our hot flesh. Jess' and
mine. My cum forced its way between our sweaty bodies, letting the two of
us in our heated passion slide flesh against slippery flesh.

When Jess felt my cum against his butt, he started to rub his face against
mine once again. He smeared his jizz. Licked some of it from my cheek and
neck. I could feel some of it cooling and running down my shoulder.

I was afraid I was about to wake up and find this had been a dream. But no,
this was real. Jess was real. I was real.

Finally Jess moved beside me, putting a pillow behind his head. I realized
this moment was ending. Our moment. My first time. I rolled toward Jess and
hugged him hard. He leaned into my hug, but didn't return it.

I rolled back and lay by his side. I started to wonder why he had been so
passive most of the night. Willing, accepting, but always the
receiver. Never the giver. What was that about? Was that what Jess had
become? Or was this a different Jess? Was that possible?

I didn't want to think about it. I wanted to enjoy our time together as our
bodies cooled and relaxed beside each other's.

It was a night to remember. I'd done what I'd set out to do and I didn't
regret it. I hoped I wouldn't tomorrow, but I couldn't really believe I
would.

To Be Continued . . .

 AUTHOR'S NOTE: The characters in this project are real. The names and some
other identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal
the identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is
held by HardReader. The story may not be reprinted or distributed elsewhere
in print, electronically or digitally without the permission of the
author. I would love to receive comments on this story from readers. Email
me at hardreader2000@aol.com

While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And
stay hard! -- H.R.