Jess' Story Chapter 21, Part I From Jess' viewpoint
I have just finished reading Paul's description of how we made love that first time. I can't tell you how many times I've read his words. Dozens I guess. But every time I have read them, I get so horny.
I'm sitting here so hard I can hardly stand it. My cargoes are wide open and my throbbing cock is so swollen with lust it's almost painful. I can't stop looking down at my hard tube of flesh. Reading and remembering Paul's words make my cock so full of need and pleasure and pain. Aching to be touched and stroked and given some relief. Memories of that night overwhelm me. The kissing. Touching. The feel of his hand on my hard cock. His mouth. Sucking. His warm breath. The smell of him. The feel of him deep inside me. The power of his cock. His seductive words. His raging lust. His cum surging into me. Filling me. Answering my needs.
Paul did a great job of telling how it all happened and how it felt to him and how he thought it must have felt to me. But I really need to tell you for myself. And since this is my story, H.R. has said I can do pretty much whatever I want.
First I have to tell you that once I realized that Paul and I were really going to fuck . . . Well, first you have to understand Paul the way I do. I knew he had really built up in his mind this perfect image of how his first time should be. He was like a girl planning her wedding. You know how girls can get this idea that everything needs to be perfect. Every detail planned and orchestrated.
Paul had said from the beginning that we'd just follow our instincts. Let nature take its course. Do what felt right. But when he talked to me about what he thought that night would be like, it was very different. Very special. Maybe too special.
I'd never told him how I thought he was building it all up in his mind and how hard it would be for any one time fucking or making love to live up to all his expectations. I knew he'd been reading and rereading H.R.'s chapters about Justin and Billy's first time. Paul sometimes forgets to close out what he's been looking at on the computer. He's no computer geek.
Anyway I was afraid that our first time together would come up short compared to the image he was building up in is mind. I really didn't want that to happen.
So that night . . . the night that started with the fuck pajamas . . . that night when things started to get hotter than they'd ever been and Paul seemed to want to go for it right then and there . . . that night I thought it might be a good idea to just go ahead and "follow our instincts."
For sure I wanted it to be Paul's idea. Not mine. I believed that if we made love just because we were so into each other and couldn't stop . . . Well, I thought that would be a lot better than going to some fancy hotel and trying to make our first time live up to some imagined perfect first fuck.
I hadn't planned any of what happened that night in advance. It just happened that things started to get out of control and I eventually found my cock pressing hard against Paul's asshole. Like that's no surprise really. We're two healthy, horny guys. Shit like that happens.
At that critical moment, Paul's asshole felt ready and loose. Ready for my raging cock. Ready for me to slide my cock right in him. Oh my god! You can't even imagine how bad I wanted to do that. I could sense having sex with Paul with every part of my body. I could actually smell the scent of sex coming off him. Hear the need for sex in his moans. Feel his welcoming pressure as my raging cock pressed against his hole. Taste the need for sex in every breath I took. See our bodies writhing against each other.
It would have been so easy just to thrust my cock one time and be in him. His warm asshole wrapped tight around my aching cock. Feeling my cock pulse inside him. Buried to my nuts in his ass. I could have been in heaven.
But I'd been watching Paul carefully for months and something always told me he was more of a top than a bottom. It was just the things he talked about. The way he reacted when I played with his hole. Little questions he asked me about how I liked this or that.
I guess I should have just asked him, but you already know how I feel about labels. So I didn't want to ask, "Hey, Paul, do you think you're a top or a bottom?" I figured I'd know soon enough. To tell you the truth, I really didn't give a fuck if Paul was a top or a bottom. He probably wasn't completely one or the other. It just didn't matter to me. I would be his perfect partner whatever he was. I'd make sure of that. If I'm anything, I'm versatile. Show me a way to get my rocks off and I'll do it with you and be happy.
But when it seemed I was about to slide my manhood into my man and seal our commitment to each other, I just thought it would be better if he fucked me. I wanted that first time to be as close to perfect as I could make it for him. So I suggested we switch.
It seemed to throw him off a little, but that was OK. We were both way too close to blowing our loads too fast anyway. And if I wanted anything for Paul out of this first time, I wanted it to be a night he'd always remember. A long, long night of lovemaking that he'd never forget. OK, we'd never forget.
So we switched and that worked great. I can't believe what a great lover he was, even that first time. Plowing my ass just came naturally to him I guess. I think he somehow can sense when to go faster or slower, deeper and harder, or slow and sensual.
His cock . . . oh my god! It stayed so hard the whole time. I haven't been with all that many guys, but I thought I would always have Justin at the top of my list as the most talented top I'd ever experienced.
But not now! Not since I've had Paul work my hole over. I know a lot of it is that I love Paul and he loves me. That makes everything better. I mean the way we kiss and touch each other as we make love. The things we say to each other and the deeper meaning the words have when you love the guy saying them.
So I had all that going on plus Paul's completely hard, hot out of fucking control cock exploring deep inside me for the first time. He found my prostate in like a second. I don't even know if he knew what he was doing, but he worked it over so good.
When he finally came in my ass, his scorching cum was like an explosion in me, but like a good explosion. I could feel the force of his cum shooting into my hole. So fucking hot! The heat of his throbbing cock as he drove deeper. The words of love and lust all twisted together. I think at one point while he was cumming in my ass he babbled something like, "I love you more than fucking cum can love the moon and you're my sun." It didn't make any sense, but I knew exactly what he meant.
I hadn't even recovered from the enormity of that first time, when he wanted me to fuck him. He was back trying to live his fantasy first time fuck with me.
Something told me the time still wasn't right. That Paul wasn't ready for me to fuck him. So I worked it around so he was fucking me again. So he could get me to cum for him. Cuz after all we'd done, I'd somehow managed to save my cum.
When he fucked me the second time it was better than the first time. Better by so much! Better than any time I had had sex with anyone. Guys or girls.
Getting fucked by Justin and Billy back to back was pretty awesome. That was my first time ever to let someone in my ass and I thought it might never be topped. But Paul topped that. I mean Justin and Billy are great sex partners. They're awesome. But without the love . . . the real love like Paul and I have, it just doesn't measure up.
When Paul started on Round 2, my ass was still full of his cum from the first time. It was amazing. I've heard H.R. talk poetically about how great it is to get fucked that second time when your ass is still full of fresh cum. How it is one of the best ways to have your ass taken you can imagine. I have to agree.
And so it went. I mean Paul's already told you all the details. I just wanted to tell you how I felt. Now I guess I have.
I felt every bit as good as he did right then and maybe even a little better, because I thought I had helped make our first time more real instead of some planned and staged event where we went through some list of predetermined sex to meet some unrealistic expectations.
And that's exactly what it was.
Paul was exactly right when he finished his last chapter saying: "I came deep inside him for a second time and even as we both still spasmed and came, spasmed and came again, we kissed and held each other for real. No book. No story. Just two very happy boys as entwined as two boys can be. Oozing love and murmuring endearments and profanities as our waves of lovemaking subsided.
What more could I ask for? What more could anyone ask for?"
I only wish the night had ended right then. It should have, but it didn't.
To Be Continued . . .
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While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And stay hard! -- H.R.