Jess' Story
Chapter 16 From Paul's viewpoint
Jess and I didn't waste any time getting to know each other better. I virtually moved into his place for the next couple of weeks. We spent hours talking and sharing our lives. We spent almost as much time exploring each other in even more personal ways. More intimate ways. More sexual ways.
We had our limit. We set it early. I don't know who said it first, but it doesn't really matter. We both agreed. No penetration! That was fine with me. At least for then. There was so much else to experience. Especially for me.
I was hard almost continually those first weeks together. I'd wake up hard. Not like my normal morning wood. Waking up hard felt more sexual and less . . . I don't know, maybe less clinical. Especially since I was waking up cuddled against Jess or Jess cuddled against me. It seemed like even before we were really awake we'd start rubbing, stroking, sucking and whatever. Sometimes we'd make each other cum. Sometimes we didn't. But we always kept each other hard and feeling so good.
For so many years I'd had to take care of my own needs. Don't get me wrong. Masturbating is great. I really enjoy it. But having Jess to make me cum was something else completely. The feel of his hand on my penis. Ohhh! The intimate warmth of him touching me there. In that way. He knew just how to make me feel so good and cum really hard. I noticed right away that with him I not only came harder, but I usually came more. I liked both.
Making Jess cum or having him get my cum was a wonderful experience. I loved everything about it. I'd probably always had a cum fetish, but I'd never been able to explore it so fully before. All I had been able to do was to get myself off while watching porn or reading about other guys cumming.
As much time as Jess and I were spending keeping each other sexually aroused, we still didn't do everything. I remember asking Jess to "69" with me on like the second or third day.
"There'll be plenty of time for that," Jess told me. "Right now you should focus on what I'm doing to you. And what you're doing to me. I learned with Justin and Billy that it's easy to get overloaded with all the sensations. You need time to adjust, to learn, to experience what all those feelings are like and what you like. You can reach overload really fast. It can spoil the whole thing."
I had to trust what Jess was saying, because I had no experiences of my own. And I had to keep my mouth closed. When Jess would refer to Justin and Billy that way, my mind wanted me to say something like, "Yeah, like when you were in the hot tub and . . ."
But I learned fast that if Jess hadn't told me about some event in his life, I had to pretend I didn't know anything about it. It was like I had to forget that I ever read "I Thought I Knew." I had to pretend that I didn't really know anything about Jess' life.
There was so much going on. Like a day or so after we got back together, I was talking to Jess about something. I don't remember what it was, but we were both naked and hard and probably playing with each other. His cell rang.
He started talking to whoever it was. I picked up the big bottle of lube we kept handy and started lubing up my own cock. It felt so good to get a fresh coat of lube on. My hand could glide up and down so nice and smooth. I could control the friction so much better. Or better yet, Jess could glide his hand up and down my cock and control the friction. I'd never used a real lube before I met Jess. This was so great!
Anyway, so I was stroking with the fresh lube when I realized Jess must be talking to Billy. It was about then that Jess started playing with my hard cock again. He let me play with his cock, too. And all the time he kept talking to Billy like he was home alone. Like he wasn't doing anything at all.
I didn't have a clue what they were talking about. I think maybe some argument Billy was having with Justin. Anyway after a while I could tell Billy must have asked him what he was doing, because he said, "Talking with a friend and stuff."
Of course, I couldn't hear what Billy said so the conversation only made a little sense. But when Jess started talking to Billy about me, I could tell right away. It was unreal. It was like I was in their story. But also in their lives. Their real lives. It didn't seem possible. It didn't seem real.
"No he's just sitting here with me now."
I could hardly believe he could call this "just sitting here." Knowing who he was talking to had already brought me close to going over the edge a few minutes earlier. When he said that to Billy, I had to grab his hand and take it off my penis or I was going to cum. The ache in my nuts. The throbbing in my cock. The extreme sensitivity to even the slightest movement or touch! Knowing Jess was talking to Billy . . . about me! . . . amplified the whole thing.
Jess went right on talking. I sat there. My cock aching hard. Jutting straight up. Still not sure that my cum wasn't going to start flowing on its own. I was more than close. I tried to breath deep and relax as I listened to Jess talk to Billy.
"I guess . . . yeah . . . I think he is sort of special." Jess flashed me that great smile.
I couldn't believe he had just said that about me to Billy. I spontaneously leaned in and kissed him on the lips, almost knocking his cell from his hand. I felt my cock pressing up against him. I didn't even know what part. I just knew I was pressing against him and risking cumming on him right then.
Jess finally broke my kiss, pulling back so he could tell Billy, "Yeah, he did. He likes kissing me."
"Yeah, he's a real good kisser. Real good!"
As I continued to listen to half the conversation, Jess started playing with my cock again. I couldn't resist. I started playing with Jess' cock too. It felt so good to be listening in on this conversation and at the same time playing with my friend. We were both getting closer and closer. I could tell just looking at Jess how close he was getting.
I guess Billy must have been talking. Jess had been quiet for a while. Jess started breathing hard. I could feel his body tense. He let out a little "Ohhhh!" as I swirled my hand around his hot, super-hard cockhead with a fresh glob of lube.
"Yeah, he is and yeah I think I'm gonna."
Billy must have said something and then Jess said, "It's OK but . . ." He let out a deep groan from the depths of his guts. "Hang on, I think he wants to make me blow my load for him. He's got me so hard. I'm so close."
Jess was quiet listening to Billy for a few seconds and then Jess said to me, "I think Billy wants to listen as you get me off. OK?"
"Sure," I said, realizing at that moment that Jess wanted to put on a kind of show for Billy. To let him know he was with someone. Someone he was close to. I wondered if this was just what they did as friends or was this a little bit of revenge of some kind? I didn't really care. I was loving every minute of what was happening.
I hadn't said a word up until that point, at least not that Billy could hear. But I decided to make myself more visible or maybe more real to Billy. So I asked Jess in a voice loud enough for Billy to hear over the phone, "Do you want me to keep working your cock like this, or should I suck you off again?"
"What you're doing is so great. You've got great hands. Just keep going. I'm really close."
Jess was groaning again. I guess Billy must have been talking. I was doing my best to give Jess the best handjob I'd ever given him. I guess maybe I wanted to send a message to Billy too. I didn't know exactly what or why, but I wanted to be part of all of this.
"Yeah," Jess said into his cell, "He's really good. He's so hot."
"Yeah, you'd like him. A lot!"
"No, I haven't known him for too long."
"He could be. I hope so cuz he's . . . Oh, fuck! Oh mother of . . . Sorry Billy . . . Oh god, oh god oh god!" Jess voice was kind of guttural and sexy as he almost yelled into the phone, "I'm cumming. Oh fuck, yeah!"
Jess let loose a blast of cum that sprayed his face. More cum splattered his chest and my arm. Really thick, gray, creamy cum. The kind that stays where it lands as a glob and doesn't just trickle off. I could feel its warmth on my arm. See the stringy ropes of cum on Jess' face and chest. I could make out almost every blast of his cum. See the thick trail of jizz each had left.
It was an awesome show. It almost made me cum just seeing it. Smelling it. Feeling it. Jess' cum continued to flow over my fingers and drip down onto his nuts. He muttered and groaned into his cell as he stared into my eyes with what looked to me like pure lust and happiness all mixed together.
I was still stroking Jess slow and gentle, working his cum. Using it as fresh lube. Lots of fresh lube. I could feel it and hear it squish between my fingers and between my palm and his slowly softening cock.
My slow stroking must have been too much because Jess suddenly squirmed and sort of squealed, I guess from the intensity of the sensations. As his cock continued to soften and he continued an intermittent conversation of sorts with Billy about how good it felt, I started wondering if I was going to have to get myself off or what.
Then Jess jolted me from those thoughts by saying to Billy, "Maybe you should talk to him while I get him off." And a moment later he was holding the phone out to me to talk to Billy.
Talk about not being ready! I took the phone and looked to Jess for help. Like, what was I supposed to say?
He just shrugged and then took my cock in his hand and started working it with his magic fingers. It felt like velvet stroking my cock, It wasn't going to take much stroking to get my cum. Jess worked my little foreskin across the head of my cock, kind of like I do for myself. It felt perfect to me.
With Jess getting me so close to the edge I could hardly think, I managed to say "Hi, Billy," and then I went silent. I had no idea what else to say.
"Hey, Paul, you good and hard right now?" I couldn't believe he knew my name. I'm pretty sure Jess had never said it while they were talking.
"Yeah, I am. I'm really hard. How do you know my name?"
"Are you big and thick and leaking lots of pre? Jess has told me about you and how you figured out who he was. So is he sucking you or jerking you off?
"He's jerking me off. And . . ." He'd asked me so many questions I wasn't sure I remembered them all. "If Hardreader is telling the truth I'm probably about the same size as you and Jess when I'm hard, but I don't leak like you and Justin do."
I'd hardly said the words "He's jerking me off" when Jess started to scoot to the front edge of the sofa cushion. As he did, he was pushing one of my legs out of the way so it was left hanging off the edge of the sofa. My one foot on the floor.
Jess ended up with one of his knees on the floor. His other leg on the sofa. His body sprawled like he was humping the front edge of the sofa cushion. His face buried in my crotch. Licking my cock and nuts. Inhaling my funky smell.
"Oh! That feels so good. Suck me. Just suck me!" I all but screamed as Jess sucked my cock deep into his mouth. Then into the phone, I said, "Oh my god! He's sucking my cock. He's sucking my cock right down his throat. Oh fuck! This is so hot!"
"Tell me what it feels like," Billy begged, his voice all excited.
"His mouth is so warm and wet and I can feel as he sucks my cockhead and pumps my penis with his hand. Oh my god! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so hard!"
"Cum in his mouth! Cum in his fucking mouth! Cream him," Billy seemed to shout into my ear so loud I knew Jess could hear him clearly.
Just hearing Billy say that and seeing my cock buried deep in Jess' mouth and feeling the amazing sensations as he swirled his tongue around it and pulled at my testicles with one hand . . .
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!"
I don't know whether I was talking to Jess or to Billy. But the combination of the two of them was overwhelming and I could feel my nuts pull up so tight. A spasm launched my cum up the length of my cock and surging into Jess' mouth. I could feel my warm cum all around my throbbing, spewing cock. Jess' mouth must have been almost full. Then he swallowed.
"Swallow it all," I said to no one and everyone. "Swallow my cum! Oh fuck, that feels good. Oh, oh ,oh . . ."
Jess forced my still hard cock deep down his throat and forced another large surge of cum from deep in my balls.
"Oh my god, suck me deeper. Holy shit, fuck!"
"What's he doing? What's he doing?" Billy begged to know.
Before I could answer, Jess had pulled off of my cock and was kissing me. My own cum spilled from his mouth to mine. I could feel the warm strands of my tangy cum as Jess and I moved it around with our tongues.
The phone was one the floor and I could hear Billy calling to us.
Finally, with cum running down his chin, Jess picked up the phone, wiped some cum from his mouth with the back of his hand and told Billy, "I'm a little busy here. Gotta go. You'll have to take care of yourself."
I noticed Jess didn't click off. He just let the live cell drop to the floor again. Billy's tinny voice still clearly audible as he begged Jess to pick it up.
Jess let out a loud groan and an "Oh fuck!" that I knew was meant for Billy.
I took Jess' cue and said loud enough for Billy to hear, "I'm ready if you're ready. Do you want to be on top this time?"
Once again the new realities of my life had my mind spinning . My cock aching. And Jess holding me in his arms.
To Be Continued . . .
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