Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2010 09:06:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Jess' Story, Chapter 21, Part 2

Jess' Story
 Chapter 21, Part II
From Jess' viewpoint

I don't know how to describe how I felt when Paul had finished fucking me
for the second time. It was like I had bathed in sex. Rolled in it. Played
in it. I'd eaten my fill and felt completely satisfied. Happy. And oh so
spent.

I was ready too snuggle up against Paul, luxuriate in the great sex we had
just had and in the morning I wanted to do it all again. And again. And
again!

We were both covered in my cum. Lots of my cum. I'd cum so much I could
hardly believe it. Thick and smelling so strong. And not turning runny as
it cooled on our skin. I'd been holding off all night and when I finally
let loose of my jizz, it was a messy, sticky coating from my chest down to
my nuts. The front of Paul was in about the same state as mine.

I rolled off of him so we were both lying face up and side-by-side. Paul
reached over and started running his fingers through the pool of my cum
where it was still leaking a bit from my cockslit. Like my exhausted cock
was drooling cum. Then he started toying with my shrinking
cock. Occasionally taking one of his cum covered fingers and tasting my
cum. His play was keeping me from going completely soft. But the urgency to
cum that I had been feeling all evening was released. I was truly content.

Neither of us was saying a word. Words seemed completely unnecessary. I
turned on to my side facing Paul. I scooted my body closer to him. And as I
did I gently rocked him onto his side. We were spooning. My chest to his
back. My free hand toying in the cum I had left spread all over his chest
and abs.

We both murmured that we loved each other. That we would forever. That we
were perfect for each other. Finally we fell silent. Paul wrapped in my
arms in front of me. Me cuddled up behind him. Our warm, exhausted bodies
touching head to toe.

I was drifting off to sleep when Paul said very quietly, "I think you
should . . . you know . . . me now." I sort of chuckled because even after
all we had been through . . . all the sucking and jerking off and cum
eating . . . Paul sometimes couldn't bring himself to say sexual things in
plain talk. Of course, I knew what he meant. It was completely clear to me
he thought I should fuck him. He thought I should stick my hard cock up his
tight little asshole. Pound his hole. Take his cherry. Fuck his brains
out. But he's never said it that way.

"There'll be plenty of time for that," I said in my sexiest, lustiest
voice. Then with a little more enthusiasm, I added, "I'll stick my dick in
your ass first thing tomorrow when we wake up. Then I'll fuck you all day
long if you're up for it." I snuggled my face against his neck and cheek. I
was ready to dream the rest of the night away. Happy to be with Paul like
this.

After a few moments when I thought he was starting to drift off, Paul
turned his body just enough so he could look back at me. "I really want you
to do it tonight. To complete our commitment."

I thought about what I should say. I really was tired and I really thought
he was back in his mode of trying to make the night too perfect. I didn't
want to tell him no, but still . . .

"After the fucking you just gave me not only am I committed to you and you
to me, I think my cum may have us stuck together like this forever," I said
as I tried to snuggle back into Paul.

"Don't you want to make love to me?" Paul asked in a voice that was so
pitiful it was sort of annoying. "You can get hard again, can't you?" he
asked. Was he trying to play games with my mind? Was he throwing down a
challenge? Questioning my manhood, my stamina?

He reached behind his butt and took my mostly limp, cum-slimed cock in his
hand. He stroked it a time or two. It started to
respond. Thicken. Lengthen. I could hardly believe it, but I felt my pulse
quicken. Blood was surging to my cock again. I felt it expand within the
palm of his hand.

He let loose of it and rolled away from me. "I guess it's just too soon for
you," he said sadly.

That was it! I rolled over toward him throwing one knee on the far side of
his legs. I ended up with a knee on either side of his thighs looking down
at him. My cock was at least at half mast and getting harder.

I took my growing cock in my right hand and pumped it a few times, showing
him in no uncertain terms I could fuck him right then if that's what had to
happen.

Paul just smiled at me and started to laugh. He reached up and pushed my
hand away, replacing it with his own. Then, not so gently, he pulled me
forward by my cock until he could wrap his mouth around it. Within another
second or two I was stretched out over him. Raised up on my arms and my
toes. My cock fucking his mouth with amazing speed.

And he was taking it. Even raising his head as I thrust down, forcing my
cock almost down his throat. Finally he took me by the hips and pushed me
up and away.

"What the matter? Can't take any more?" I teased him. My cock was jutting
straight out. My pre-cum or maybe his spit or maybe both were dangling in a
slimy strand from my cock to his lips.

He stretched out his tongue and lapped up whatever I'd been dripping and
then said. "Wrong hole, boyfriend." With that he rolled over, raised his
ass up and then reached back with one hand to expose his hole. Pink. A
little wrinkled. But so inviting. So fuckable!

I was surprising even myself. My enthusiasm had returned completely. My
cock was rock hard. But even more important, I was enjoying this sexual
back-and-forth. The challenges each of us were throwing down. This was fun
and sexy.

We were finally free to do whatever we wanted. Between the two of us there
were no limits. No permission needed. We were fully committed and
apparently able to keeping going and going and going. Just like that
fucking rabbit in the TV commercials.

I never even thought what I was going to do next. Never asked if it was
right or wrong. Whether I wanted to do it or Paul wanted me to do it. I
just did it because that's what the brain in my cock told me to do.

I plunged my face into Paul's spread ass cheeks. I lapped at his
hole. Teased it with my tongue and a finger or two. And finally started
driving my tongue into him a little bit at a time as his warm funky hole
loosened and softened, welcoming me. Or at least my probing tongue.

He was groaning, moaning, calling out my name mixed with a string of fuck
talk like I'd never heard from him. Finally his asshole seemed to be
gapping wide open. Wide enough I really was tongue fucking him. Sucking his
ass lips between my lips. Lapping up his juices. Burying my face between
his cheeks and making us both so fucking turned on we were completely out
of control.

"Do you think you're ready for a finger or two?" I asked him, having no
doubt he was ready.

Paul said in a halting, strained voice, "Just put . . . that beautiful
. . . hard . . . hunk of meat . . . in my ass . . . and fuck me . . . till
we . . . cum," He was so into what I was doing to his hole, he was having
trouble speaking.

But he must have been so turned on that he'd gone sex crazed. The way he
was talking really surprised me. So unlike Paul. Plus there were these
gurgling sounds and deep breaths and groans that came between almost every
word he uttered. I mean it must have taken him like five second or more
just to say those few words. Fuck, we were so into it.

"You're gonna want lube, " I said and started looking for it. It had been
there earlier. Where the fuck could it be? All the time I was looking, Paul
kept telling me to forget it. That he didn't need it. I'd loosened him up
enough. Just stick it in him!

But I knew better. I knew he'd need it. Especially if this first time was
going to be everything he wanted it to be.

"I'll be right back," I said as I went into the bathroom to find the
expensive, new lube we'd bought for our commitment weekend. It took me at
least a minute or two to find it. When I came back in, Paul was still in
position, his ass sticking up toward me. Ready to be fucked.

He had one hand probing around his hole, but it didn't look like he'd stuck
his finger in there yet.

I opened the lube. The smell was amazing. I'd gone a little soft while
looking for it, but the sexy smell of that lube screamed at me, You're
gonna fuck him! It's gonna be great! Three hard cums tonight! I already
loved this stuff.

I squeezed a generous glob onto my fingertips and asked Paul to move his
hand unless he wanted to grease his own hole. When he moved his hand away,
I could see that his rosebud was far from blooming the way it had been when
I'd been tongue fucking it a few minutes earlier.

I reached out and began spreading lube around his hole. But I had barely
touched the tip of my middle finger to Paul's hole when he flinched.

"Relax. You've tensed up again. Just relax and enjoy this. I sure as hell
am gonna enjoy it," I said.

"This is going to make our commitment complete," Paul said and looked back
at me, a nervous smile on his face. "It's going to be perfect. Just like I
knew it would be," he added, but I thought I could sense a little
apprehension in his voice.

I kept working my lubed fingers around his hole. Probing gently at first
and then a bit more forcefully. But Paul must have really tensed up while I
was looking for the lube. I could barely get one finger in him up to the
first joint. He was squirming with discomfort and I could feel his hole
squeezing tight.

I gently eased my finger free. I did everything I knew how to do. I gently
ran my hands over his butt cheeks. I kissed his hole and let my tongue play
across it again. I was glad the lube tasted good, but Paul's hole wasn't
responding. I stretched my body over his and he turned his head so we could
kiss.

Sometimes I thought all of this was working. But each time I'd focus on his
hole again, Paul would clamp down. Tense up. It wasn't working.

Finally Paul said I should just lube up my cock and his ass really good and
see if I could ease it in.

It didn't seem like a good idea, but my cock was ready to fuck him and in
too many ways it was my cock that was calling the shots.

I stroked my cock a few times to make sure it was full hard for the
assault. I took Paul's hips in both hands and pushed them down just a
little until my cock was pushed up against his ass crack almost at his
hole.

"You're in the wrong place," Paul said. I could hear the agitation and
maybe even fear in his voice.

I spoke as calmly as I could to reassure him. "I know. I know. Relax. I'm
just getting it in place. You just need to relax and this will be so much
easier. So much better."

I reached down with my right hand and pushed my stiff cock a little lower
as I wriggled my hips to get it lined up. At last I could feel the tip of
my cock poking at his opening.

"OK, I'm gonna push a little. You just relax and let me know if it hurts
too much. It's gonna hurt some at first, but I'll go slow. Just tell me if
I need to stop." I sure as hell hoped that if he told me to stop, my cock
would let me.

Paul had his head buried in a pillow, but I could see him nod and I assumed
that meant he was ready. I started to make gentle thrusts and like magic
his hole opened a little.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Mhm," he murmured.

I pushed a little more, but his hole didn't yield. I pushed a little more
and I saw Paul's shoulders tighten. "You OK?" I asked again.

"Just do it," he said pleadingly. "I can take it. I want you to do it."

I tried again, but it wasn't working. I pulled back and talked sexy to him,
kissed him and caressed his body. I tried turning him on his back with his
feet over my shoulders. I tried to probe his ass with my tongue the way I
had earlier. I tried with his feet on the floor and his body face down on
the bed. I tried with him on his side and me spooned in behind him.

Each time he tensed up even as he cried out begging me just to do it.

Finally we were back where we started. Him kneeling, his ass in the air,
his face buried in a pillow. As I tried to get my cock in position, Paul
reached back and took my cock in his hand, and moved it around till he had
it where he thought was best.

"I don't care if it hurts. Just do it," he all but demanded.

I was so frustrated by that point. I took a deep breath. Wrapped two
fingers and my thumb around the base of my cock. My other two fingers
cupped my aching nuts. I warned Paul just to hold on. It would get
better. And with that I . . .

I just couldn't do it this way. Paul had tensed up completely. As much as
his images of our perfect first night together demanded that we do this,
his body didn't agree.

I pulled back and, looking down at him, I said as gently as I could, "I
can't. Not till you're ready. I don't want to hurt you."

Paul began to cry. He never said a word. He didn't make a sound. I could
just tell by the little shivers in his body that his tears were flowing.

I rolled him onto his side and cuddled up behind him and held him. I tried
to brush his tears away with my fingers, but he turned his head as though
he were ashamed. "It's OK," I said. "It really is OK."

I hoped to hell it really was OK.

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The characters in this project are real. The names and some
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