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.