Jess' Story Chapter 11, Part II From Jess' viewpoint
I started waking up slowly, still in that hazy state when all I was aware of was that I felt warm and cozy and safe. I felt good all over and had no desire to do anything but lie there in my bed, nestled in my sheets.
I guess there's no way for a guy to hang on to that hazy morning feeling. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized in the gentlest way possible that I was not alone. There was an arm draped over me. Not just any arm. I knew this arm. It was Paul's left arm. He was still there with me. I guess he had been all night, His body close behind my own.
I took hold of his hand and pulled his arm still closer around me. As I did, I heard him let out a contented sound. His lips were not far from my ear. Oh, that sound. The warmth of his body. His breathe against my neck. It was like a drug. A love potion. It was like waking up and finding myself completely wrapped in a blanket of sexual pleasures.
"Good morning," I said in little more than a whisper. I was so into these feelings I found it almost hard to talk. "Are you awake yet?"
He answered me by giving me a little squeeze and stretching his body, which forced his hard cock up against my thigh. A new sexual surge shot through my entire body. I couldn't help wondering how long he had been lying behind me with that hard-on. What had I slept through? What had I missed? He gave my leg a little humping action and I pressed back against his long, warm cock.
My mind was beginning to clear. I found myself thinking about the fact that even though I had had sex of one kind or another with more than a few guys in my life, I had never had sex with a guy and woken up the next morning with him still beside me. Or me beside him. The closest I'd ever come to that was with Billy. And once or maybe twice with Justin. Never with Tolley. Never!
"I love this. It's never happened to me before," I told Paul.
He propped himself up on one elbow and sort of looked down over me. His face very close to mine. "What? You've never shared a bed with a guy? I don't believe that," Paul said. I could tell he was smiling, even if his face was too close for me to focus on it.
"No," I explained. "I've never like had sex, or done sex stuff with a guy and had him still be sleeping beside me in the morning. I always wake up alone. This feels so cool."
"So this is a first for you?" he said kinda like he didn't really believe me.
"Waking up with a guy? Yeah, it is," I said.
"Well, it's all . . ." He paused. I could tell he was picking his words carefully. "This is kind of embarrassing to say. . . . It's all a first for me."
I rolled over on my side and propped my head up on one elbow, too. I wanted to see Paul's face. I wanted to make sure I could tell that he was kidding. As I looked into his eyes, I really wasn't sure. He had such a big grin on his face, I couldn't really tell anything except he seemed really happy.
"So what do you mean by first time?" I asked. That sort of wiped the grin off his face. He looked at me kinda serious, or maybe kinda concerned.
After a long pause he said, "I mean everything we did last night has been new to me. I've never done anything like this before."
It was then I could tell what I saw in his face wasn't concern. It wasn't seriousness. I'm pretty sure what I saw was embarrassment. But I still wasn't exactly sure what he was saying he hadn't done before.
"Are you saying you never did any of that stuff with a guy before, or you never did it with anyone before?"
Paul started explaining. He told me he had kissed girls and messed around with them a little. Like feeling their tits and stuff. One girl had jerked him off, but that was it. "And I've dreamed about and thought about being with a guy . . . I've wanted it to happen so bad . . . for so long . . . but I never had anyone to . . . well, you know. All I've ever done is jerk myself off thinking about it. I have a lot of experience with that." He tried to laugh like it was funny, but it made me kinda sad.
I was like so stunned. I rolled over flat on my back beside him. Staring at the ceiling. I thought about what we had done. What he had done really. How he'd taken the lead in everything. Like he was the experienced guy and I was the virgin.
I rolled back and propped my head back up so we were face to face again.
"I am so sorry, dude. I had no idea. I thought at lunch you said you swung with guys and girls and I guess I just figured . . ."
"I do . . . I am bi . . . at least in my head. I mean I get aroused by both boys and girls. I've just never been with a . . . you know. I've only messed around with girls a little," he said and dropped his head. I think it was like in shame or something like that.
Might heart sank. I couldn't believe that for his very first time I had made him do almost everything. He was probably the coolest guy I'd ever been with and I hadn't . . . I'd really screwed it up. I felt like I owed him big time.
"I am so sorry. I just didn't have any idea or I would have . . ." I didn't know how to finish that statement, even though I meant it from the bottom of my heart. My gut even. I felt so bad about all this. My stomach was in knots.
"Oh, Paul . . ." I didn't know what to say. "Did you . . . I hope at least you enjoyed what we did."
Paul's face brightened. "It was the best night of my life," he said. "I never thought I would . . ." He shook his head in disbelief. " . . . with you. Of all the people in the world it could have been, no one could have been better than you."
My heart raced. I know I blushed. I could feel the heat in my face. I thought I might even . . . Shit, I better not cry.
I took his face in both hands and kissed him gently on the lips. They were so soft. Like kissing feather pillows. Only they were slightly moist and warm. And they kissed me back. I loved the feeling. It was probably one of the best kisses I'd ever had.
"If I had known it was your first time with a guy, I would have made it so much better. Is it OK if I kiss you again?" I asked.
He nodded and dropped his gaze from mine. I caught him soon enough looking up at me. So cute. So sexy. So unbelievably hot! There was something about his shyness, his embarrassment at being a virgin, this gentle side of him that made me want to possess him, hold him, be so close to him!
I took his face in my hands and kissed him once more. Only this time our kiss didn't end so quickly. We continued our kiss as first my lips and then his began to ease open. My tongue and then his made quick forays across each other's lips. Into each other's welcoming mouths.
It was like this was the first real link between us. A connection. It was like there was electricity flowing through us. It made me glow all over. If someone had been watching I think they could have seen me glow with the feelings this was giving me.
I was leading now. Teaching. As I had been taught by a true master. And Paul was following my lead. Never hesitant. Always the willing student.
We kissed for like 15 minutes or more. My face was all wet with our mingled saliva. I could tell he was getting into it more and more as his tongue probed deeper and deeper into my mouth. His mouth opened wider and wider to my advances. Our tongues played and tangled. As they did, so did our bodies. Still naked. And very hard. And horny! Flesh against flesh. It felt so physical. So hot! So incredibly sexy!
When we finally broke our kiss, I studied his face. My spit smeared across it. His lips a little red and swollen where I had sucked on them. He seemed so happy. His hard cock was pressing against my hip and I could tell he was leaking, at least a little. This was almost too much for so early in the day. My head was reeling with the possibilities. Oddly it was more my brain that was turned on than my cock. Don't get me wrong. My cock was hard and so in need of immediate attention, but I pressed on with my lesson. My payback for what had happened the nigh before.
"So you liked kissing a guy?" I asked, pretty sure I knew the answer. He nodded that he did. "Better than kissing girls?" He nodded again. "What else do you want to do for the first time?"
I rolled a little away from him exposing his hard-on. I made a show of staring at it. It was absolutely rock hard and beautiful. Just a little clear pre-jizz smeared across the crown and lips. It was so powerful looking. As I stared at it in awe, I stroked my own cock a little. Long slow strokes. The images of what Paul and I could do together were so . . .
"Well, my penis . . ." Paul interrupted my thoughts with one of his own.
I put my finger to his lips to silence him. "Say no more. Your wish is my command."
I put a hand to his shoulder and gently rolled him onto his back. Then I took one of his knees and pushed until his leg moved out of the way. Then the other leg, giving me room to climb between them in a kneeling position facing him. I was perfectly positioned and so was he.
"It's my turn to take the lead," I said.
I crossed my arms over my chest and tucked my hands into my pits to warm them. "Are you comfortable?" I asked. He nodded that he was.
"What are you going to do to me?" Paul's voice seemed to have changed its timber. As he said those words he sounded almost like a little kid talking to a big, bad man. Was he role-playing? Me the teacher? Him the student? Maybe. If it was some sort of fantasy he was playing out, it was fine with me.
"Just you wait and see, little boy," I said. Then I opened my eyes wide like I was surprised as I looked at his hard cock. "Oh, I see you're not such a little boy after all."
I tried to give him my sexist smile as I finally reached down and wrapped one of my warm hands around his cock. "What a nice hard cock you have." Paul nodded a sort of timid agreement.
"Is it OK if I play with it?' He nodded again.
I started gently stroking it. "This is one of the first things all little boys should learn about." Somehow he seemed to have lured me completely into his little fantasy play. I didn't mind. I loved the role I was playing. Teaching him the ways of . . . The word "love" came to mind, but I think what I really meant was "sex."
I let go of his cock and rubbed the palm of my hand across my cocklips. Damn, that felt so good I didn't want to stop. My aching cock needed so much attention. This was so much more than morning wood.
I got enough of my leaking pre- to make stroking his cock easier. I was entranced by it. By him. By all of it.
When my hand returned to his cock, I wrapped my fingers and palm around just the head and twisted back and forth. His cock was so hard. It felt so good with my own pre-jizz lubing my hand as I worked it. Plenty of friction to give him pleasure. And with my pre-cum as lube, not too much friction to cause him any discomfort.
Paul's head fell back on his pillow as I continued working his cockhead. Eventually I went from working his cockhead to stroking his shaft. I don't think I'd ever felt a cock that got so hard. I loved stroking it and he obviously loved it too. He twitched and groaned and was just so into his first hand-job. At least from a guy.
I was his first and I found that was making this even more special for me. I don't think I'd ever been a guy's first handjob. Not even Tolley's.
I found a rhythm that Paul seemed to respond to. I could tell by the way he thrust against my strokes. By how hard his cock was staying. By the slightest trickle of pre-cum from his cocklips. I couldn't resist. I bent down and gently licked the pre-cum from his cock. Oh, the sweetness of this man. The taste made my head feel light.
I went back to stroking him. Faster than I liked for my cock, but this wasn't about me. It was all about Paul. I'd been jerking him for about 10 minutes when I started playing with his nuts at the same time. Stretching his sack. Rolling his nuts around.
He raised his head to see what I was doing. He looked like he was almost in a trance. He just watched, but finally managed to say. "I've dreamed of this for years and it's . . . Ohhhh, noooo! . . . Don't make me cum. Not yet." He gasped. I paused. A moment later he let out a deep breath of air. " Ohhhh . . . This is so good. It's finally really happening. And with you."
With that he let his head fall back onto his pillow.
A few moments later I started working on his cock and nuts again. It wasn't long and I felt him tense again. I stopped until he seemed to relax. Edging. We were edging. Did he even know what edging was? I started again.
As he started to get close to cumming again, he raised his head and said, "I can't take any more. Can you please make me cum?" I nodded to him this time and his head fell back to his pillow. His eyes closed. Almost as if he were going to sleep.
I let my mouth fill with saliva and then bent over and dragged my sloppy wet tongue across his nuts. I blew on them even as my hand picked up the beat stroking his cock.
I felt the tension in him. Felt his cock jerk in my hand as his cum started to rise in him. His nuts pulled up even tighter. He opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. He whimpered almost as though he was in pain and then I watched as his eyes rolled back in head.
It sort of scared me, like he was passing out or something. Then I felt his cock swell even more. Saw a little spasm in his nutsack. A surge of pre-jizz from his cocklips.
His cock was suddenly extra hard. Extra hot. And felt so much bigger in my grasp. And then . . .
He came. A huge arching shot of his thick cum. A long white rope of man juice. It landed near his right shoulder and stretched down a little below his right nipple. And almost immediately another. Another rope, not so thick or long, but stretching down the center of his abs to just above his belly button. It was so fucking hot to see.
Then like white lava it flowed over my hand and covered my fingers. Paul seemed lost to what was happening. His head back and turned to the side. His eyes rolled back in his head. I could still see the whites. It scared me.
Just as I thought something was really wrong, he turned his head to look at me and smiled. So content. So happy. So into the moment.
I bent down and licked up a huge glob of Paul's fresh cum. Then I tried to hoover even more of Paul's cum into my mouth. As much as I could without swallowing. When I thought I had gotten all I could, I shifted forward and slowly moved in to kiss him.
I saw his partly opened lips welcoming mine. As our lips touched, I let mine open. Paul's warm silky cum oozed from my mouth into Paul's mouth. My tongue followed, playing in his creamy jizz.
Paul's tongue joined with mine as we played with his cum. And in his cum. So sweet! It was then that I was reminded how hard I was. How close to cumming. How much this was pushing me toward the top. Over the top!
Finally, Paul pulled his head back a little and began to swallow.
We lay side by side. So content. Only my aching cock keeping this from being the perfect moment for me. But this wasn't about me. This was for Paul.
"That was incredible. I didn't know masturbating could feel that good," Paul said before he sort of drifted off again.
My mind flashed back to memories of the night before. How it felt when he made me cum. My cock twitched and ached with the memory. I remembered how I could feel the wet heat of his orgasm against my butt and back. How much that all had meant to me. I wondered if all of this meant as much to Paul as it did to me.
Then my thoughts took that turn they so often had in recent years. To Justin and Billy and H.R. and Tolley. My times with them. Good and bad. Mostly good. But Paul was not like any of them. Paul was not like anything I had ever known. I didn't know what these feelings were that I was having, but they felt so good. No matter how bad I kept messing up, with Paul it always seemed to end up like this.
As we lay blissfully together, all I could think to say was, "I have so much more to show you."
"I'm sure you do," he said, his eyes opening again. And we kissed. I wondered if he could still taste his cum. I know I could. I hoped I always would.
To Be Continued . . .
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