Jess' Story

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.