Jess' Story Chapter 20, Part I From Paul's viewpoint
As I walked up to the front door of Jess' apartment, I noticed a brown box leaning up against the front of the building beside his door. I picked it up, unlocked the door and went inside.
Tossing my books and stuff on the table, I paused to look at the front of the box. It was addressed to both Jess and me. I just stared at it. It was the first time I had seen our names together like that. Like a couple. Almost like Mr. and Mrs. or something like that. I just stared at them for a moment, struck by what it meant to have our names linked in that way. It was like a step toward becoming a real couple.
The package was from a company that I had never heard of in San Francisco. I was tempted to open it right then. I knew that since it was addressed to both of us and since Jess' name was first, I really should wait for him to get home.
Fortunately, I didn't have to wait too long. Within about a minute I could hear Jess turning the doorknob and coming in. I was probably smiling like a goofus when I handed him the package and said, "It's got both our names on it. Like to Mr. and Mr. Isn't that cool?"
He looked at me like I was crazy and asked, "What is it? Who's it from?"
I told him I didn't have a clue.
"Then why don't you open it? I bet it's from H.R. and Karl. Wanna bet?"
I didn't even bother to answer. I just started trying to pull the end of the box open. I wasn't having much luck until Jess' handed me a knife. "This'll be quicker," he said.
With the knife, I had it open in a few seconds. When the end came open, something wrapped in tissue paper slid right out and onto the floor. I quick picked it up. It was very light and soft. About the size of a pair of folded-up jeans, but not as heavy.
I turned the tissue-wrapped contents over and over in my hands until Jess grabbed them saying, "If you're not going to finish opening it, I will."
He ripped the tissue and there were . . . What were they? . . . Jess turned them over in his hands and finally held up . . . . Silk pajamas. Two pairs. One gray. One light brown. They were incredibly soft and silky. But who wears pajamas?
"They gotta be from H.R.," Jess said. "There has to be a note or something. We looked in the box again. Checked the packing slip. Shook the pajama shirts and pants expecting something to come tumbling out.
But there was nothing.
"Well, let's go get some beer and grab something to eat," Jess said. "We can call H.R. later and see what the deal is."
We got back a couple of hours, a couple of beers and a large pizza later. We'd been talking about everything but the pajamas and who had sent them to us. But as Jess unlocked the door, I suddenly remembered them and said, "We have to call H.R."
As it turned out, we didn't need to call H.R. As soon as I stepped into the apartment, I saw an envelope on the floor under the table. Inside was a computer-generated note: JESS & PAUL: THESE ARE MY FAV PJS. I WANT YOU EACH TO HAVE A PAIR. CHECK OUT THE J/O POCKETS. DON'T WORRY ABOUT CUM STAINS. THEY WASH RIGHT OUT. HAPPY CUMITMENT! H.R. & K We looked at each other puzzled by the note. Then at just the same moment we each reached for the same pair of pajama bottoms that were still sitting on the table where we'd left them. We laughed because we both knew we wanted to see the same thing.
"I wonder what a jack-off pocket is," I said
"Only H.R. would send us pajamas with jack-off pockets," Jess said, but Jess didn't have anymore idea than I did what they were.
He let me take the bottoms. I sort of held them up in front of me with my left hand and tried to get my right hand in one of the pockets.
As my hand finally slid into the silky smooth pocket, I couldn't believe how soft the fabric was. Or how deep the pocket was. I thought that must be why H.R. called them jerk-off pockets. It seemed like you would have plenty of room with those deep pockets to wrap your hand around your cock and do some serious snake charming.
Instinctively I raised the fabric to my face and rubbed it gently against my cheek. I don't think I have ever felt fabric as soft and smooth.
"I have to try these on," I told Jess. As I set them down to take off my jeans, Jess reached out to pick them up.
"Those are mine. Try on your own," I said, but I didn't like the way the words sounded as they came out of my mouth. I guess I was already feeling possessive of these new pajama pants. And I was already getting a little hard at the thought of that soft fabric brushing against my lengthening cock.
Faster than you can believe, we both had stripped naked and stepped into our new pajama bottoms.
"Oh my god, Paul, these are amazing," Jess said as he ran his open hand across the front of his pants. His hand was moving in kind of a circular motion caressing his cock. I could clearly see the outline of his shaft and cockhead as he played with himself.
I was a lot harder at that point than Jess and I was more stroking my hard-on through the fabric. It felt so awesome. Better than any lube I'd ever used. Even better than stroking my cock using Jess' cum for lube.
"Wow," I said, "Maybe I'll start wearing pajamas for the first time since I was like 12."
Then I put my right hand into that deep soft pocket. I pushed it deep so I could wrap my silk-covered fist around my aching cock. That's when I discovered the real reason H.R. called them jerk-off pockets.
They were not only long and deep, but the end of them was like a glove. It was shaped like a mitten with a place for my thumb and a bigger space for my fingers. It made it so easy and almost irresistible to wrap that soft fabric around my cock and stroke it.
"Oh, you gotta try this. Put your hand in the pocket. It's like the perfect jerk-off glove.
I'm sure Jess was watching what I was doing as closely as I was watching what he was doing. Within second we were standing bare-chested, face-to-face. So close I could feel his body heat. Each of us with our right hand in our pajama pocket stroking our hard-on. The rustling, rhythmic sound of two guys jacking off was like music.
It looked to me like Jess had caught up with me in the boner department. He was rock hard. His cock looked enormous pushing out against the fabric. Mine didn't look too shabby either. And it felt amazing. It felt like I was some sort of super hero with super powers. All of it in my cock. It felt amazing. Like . . . I don't know. It was so amazingly hot!
In no more than a few seconds I heard Jess make a quiet little whimper, followed by a much deep groan from deep within.
"Don't you dare cum yet," I told him in a very stern voice. I was smiling so big that I didn't worry about how it sounded.
"Why shouldn't I cum? H.R. said they won't stain," Jess said.
"I wanna enjoy these for a while so try to hang on. This feels too good to cum too soon."
Then a wave of sensations rushed all through my body. From my cock to my brain. To every muscle and sensor. It almost overwhelmed me. "Ohhhh!" I sighed. I could feel what Jess could feel: that first churning in my nuts. The flow of awesome pleasure that began to overpower me. The very beginnings of an amazing cum I wanted so bad.
I heard Jess ask, "Can I try yours?" But I didn't know what he meant. I only understood when he stepped behind me and pulled my right hand out of my pocket. Slid both of his hands deep into my jerk-off pockets. And started stroking me with his right hand and caressing and playing with my nuts with his left. Oh my god! That felt even better. I was getting so close. My breath was catching. My toes were curled. My nuts were tight.
I turned my head as far around as it would go and leaned back to kiss him. Jess leaned in and, as our lips met, they parted and our tongues began to explore each other's mouths as Jess continued to explore and . . . oh his hands felt so good gliding across my sensitive skin with only that warm silky fabric between his hand and me.
We continued our kiss and Jess continued to play with me. I noticed that it wasn't long before he had inched closer. His throbbing cock was pressing between my ass cheeks. He was making little thrusts with his hips. I knew the feeling of my ass against his cock must feel as good to him if not better than his hands stroking my cock and balls felt to me.
It was one of those almost perfect, spontaneous moments. "Almost perfect" because we were still standing beside the kitchen table in clear view of anyone who might walk by and look in our window.
I could sense Jess' breathing changing. There was more urgency in the way he was stroking my cock. And I knew my own orgasm was approaching.
I broke our kiss long enough to say, "Let's take this to the bedroom and make it last all night."
He took his hands from my pockets and stepped in front of me. He reached out with his right hand. Wrapped it firmly around my hard cock like it was a handle and led me by my cock to the bedroom. I didn't resist. The tug of his hand pulling me by my raging cock was only fueling my lust. My need. My urge to do everything two guys can do together.
But as we tumbled onto the bed, I remembered Hardreader had said we ought to share our enjoyment with him and Karl.
Jess agreed and I grabbed my cell and quick dialed H.R.'s number. He answered almost immediately.
"We got your package today. I think we're in love with them," I said without so much as a "hello."
I was lying on my left side and Jess was already scooting into spooning position behind me. His right hand sliding into my pajama pocket. His fingers once again wrapping themselves around my aching penis. I was so fucking hard. I couldn't get harder.
"Wait till you try them on and wrap your hand around . . ." H.R. was saying when I cut him off.
"We're way ahead of you. We've both got the bottoms on and Jess has his hand in my pocket jerking me off. We wanted to thank you and thought you ought to know we were gonna be cumming something awesome thanks to you and Karl."
"Hang on a second," Hardreader said. It sounded like he was wrestling with something. When he spoke again in a few seconds, he said, "I just had to get my shorts off. There. Now I can get off with you guys. Tell me what Jess is doing. Are you both hard?"
I was holding the phone as best I could so Jess and I could both hear him. Jess almost yelled into the phone. "Hell, H.R., I don't think Paul can get any harder. These pajama things are great. Do you guys both have 'em?"
"Oh, yeah," he said. "I love getting off in them. It's fucking amazing. And your cum . . . holy fuck is it good! So what are you guys doing? Tell me."
"Jess is humping my ass crack with his hard cock, while his right hand is in my pajama pocket stroking me so good I'm gonna cum . . . oh god am I gonna cum . . . oh, man, is this ever good. I'm gonna cum way too soon and shoot so hard and far and much . . ."
Suddenly Jess was wriggling around behind me, sort of humping me, but doing something else too. "What are you doing now?" I said to Jess. "Are you taking your pants off?"
"What's happening? What the fuck is happening?" H.R. said breathlessly into the phone.
"I'm just getting my cock free so I can hump Paul with just one layer of this silk stuff between us. It feels so good, H.R. I love it. I just love it," Jess said.
We went on like this for a while, staying pretty close to the edge of cumming. We kept talking to H.R., kept him as hard and horny as we were. He kept saying how hard he was and how he was leaking so much and so close to cumming.
Then Jess was wriggling around again. "What are you doing now?" I asked him.
"Oh, Paul, I gotta feel your hot ass against my cock. I want your ass so bad." Hearing him say those words with his voice so deep and manly and full of lust . . . it just about made me nut.
H.R. was begging me to tell him if Jess was fucking me. "Is his dick in your ass? Can you feel his cock in you? Is he fucking you?"
It was then that I realized Jess was trying to work my pajama pants down. I lifted my hip and felt the elastic waistband slip down over my ass.
Jess' scorching hard cock was pressing against my crack. Flesh against flesh. Rubbing and probing and working itself deeper and deeper between my ass cheeks. I wanted him so bad. We'd waited so long.
It would only be another week and we could finish this the way it should be finished. His cock buried inside me. His pulsing hard-on sliding in and out of my aching hole. His surging cum filling me. Soon we would have no barriers. No restraints. We'd be free to make love, to fuck and suck and fuck and . . . My mind spun thinking of what was to come.
I moved a little so Jess' cock could come closer to my twitching hole. I wanted him as close as we could be. I knew we both wanted it. Wanted it really bad. But we had agreed to wait.
I felt the head of Jess' cock rubbing, thrusting, leaking against my hole. Probing. Poking. So close to pushing in that first little bit that until now I had only imagined. Only dreamed about. Only read about.
My head was spinning thinking about how close Jess and I were. His cock, damp and hard and hot and throbbing. Pressing against my hole. My hole so ready and willing to open to him.
"Talk to you later, H.R." I said into my cell as I clicked off.
I dropped my phone and turned my head so I could kiss Jess. My lips parted. Our tongues met. Jess was wrong. I could get harder. I was in full heat. I'd never felt anything even close to the passion I felt just then.
I broke from our kiss and looked into Jess' eyes.
"Do you want to?" I asked him. My smile so big it felt like it was stretching my face. My love for him knowing no bounds.
"Should we just do it? Like now?"
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.
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While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And stay hard! -- H.R.