Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 20:33:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Pumped Subject: "Straight" Jesse This story is contains sex between consenting adults and profanity. This story is mostly true. Some names have been changed. If you are offended by sex between adult men don't read any further. If you are not of legal age don't read any further. If this type of story is illegal where you live don't read any further. If you are a religious fanatic do read this story. You may learn something. Please practice safe sex (unless you're alone). "Straight" Jesse He approached me as I crossed the lobby of my apartment building. "Excuse me". I kept walking. "Excuse me sir". I glanced over my shoulder. He was right behind me so I stopped. "Can I use your phone"? I looked at his face and was immediately taken in. Brown skin, big brown eyes, short curly hair, thin mustache, full thick lips. "I'm Jesse. I live in the building and I'm locked out of my apartment." He smiled and held out his hand. Something about his smile intrigued me. He took a firm grip on my hand and pumped it a few times. "I need to call my girl to let me in." He held onto my hand, so I fished my phone out of its case with one hand. I held out the phone. He let go of my hand to take the phone. He dropped his head to dial the phone and I stole a glance at his body. He was about 5'8. He wore a loose fitting t-shirt, however, I could tell his shoulders were broad. His shirt was not tucked in but he seemed to have a medium build and slim. "Hey, Sara, I'm locked out again." He looked into my eyes and flashed a big, beautiful smile as he talked. "Yeah babe, I know...How long you gonna be? Okay, see you." He handed the phone back to me. His eyes never left mine. I was mesmerized and I could not turn away. "She'll be here in about ten." Still smiling. "I'm in 607. Can I at least get your name?" I detected a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh yeah, I'm Chris. I'm on the seventeenth floor." What did he look like under that shirt? "Thanks, Chris." I think he winked at me. "See you around." I turned and walked to the elevators. I felt him watching me. I felt like a blushing, giddy school girl. He waved as the elevator doors closed, still smiling. For the next two weeks I thought of Jesse often, especially when crossing the lobby in my building. I next saw him in the parking lot with his girl. I was struggling with three bags of groceries when he ran up beside me. Without saying a word he took two of the bags. "Sara," he said when she caught up to us at the door. "This is Chris. He let me use his phone. He's on the seventeenth floor. "Hi." She barely mumbled. "Hey." I answered. We walked to the elevator in silence. "I'm going to carry this up for Chris," he announced when the elevator reached the sixth floor. "I'll be down shortly." She stepped out of the elevator without a word. "I hope you don't mind." He flashed that smile. Was that one dimple there before? "Damn," I shook my head. "No." He followed me into my apartment, sat the bags down in the kitchen and followed me into the living room. He walked around the living room. "Mind if I use the bathroom." "No," I shook my head and pointed. He came out of the bathroom grinning and zipping his pants. "Nice setup." "Thanks for the muscle. Can I get you anything?" He flexed. "You can use my muscles anytime." He laughed. There was that dimple. "I better go. Can I come see you sometime?" "Why not," I exclaimed. I hoped I didn't sound too desperate. The next weekend I was lounging around the house when my buzzer rang. I jumped at the sound. I wasn't expecting anyone. I turned to the closed circuit channel. It was Jesse. Such swagger. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey, can we hang out?" "Come on up." For the next few weeks, Jesse visited once a week. I learned that he and Sara had been together for 2 years and had lived in the building for six months. Jesse was from a small town about 2 hours away and did not know a lot of people in the area. He felt he needed more time away from Sara. I told him he was welcome any time. We played cards, video games and watched movies. On occasion he had taken showers or watched porn on my bed, while jacking off, I assume. Sara was going to a family wedding for a weekend. Jesse asked to spend the weekend with me. "Sure," I answered nervously. Jesse arrived on Friday night just as I was going to bed. "I was just going to turn in. I'll make up the den for you." He smiled that sexy, on dimpled grin. "Why make a mess where we don't have to? I'll sleep with you." My heart skipped a beat. Jesse had been in my bed several times, alone. I'd seen him shirtless. I had not yet seen his dick. I decided to hang in my living room while Jesse got ready for bed. All of a sudden there he stood, inches away from me in only boxer shorts. Damn. It was as if I had never seen him before. He was not just cut he was chiseled. His chest was like two drums with large pointed nipples in the middle. He had a washboard stomach (six, eight, ten, twelve pack?), leading to a perfect "v". His shoulders were broad, the bulge in his bicep reminded me of acorn squash, his waist slim, ass cheeks like two large cantaloupes. His boxers did not give me a clue as to what was beneath them. "Let's go to bed." He took my hand and led me to bed. He watched smiling as I climbed into bed. We fell asleep on different sides of the king sized bed. I awoke in the morning and he was spooning me with one arm around my waist. I assumed the hard object in the center of my back was his dick. I turned my head and looked at his face. "Good morning," he smiled. "Sorry." He rolled to the other side of the bed. I went to the bathroom. I grabbed my fat aching dick in my hand and jacked off while standing in the middle of the floor. I finished, turned around and realized I had not shut the door. Later that day I was in the kitchen cooking. "Damn that smells good." Jesse was standing behind me. He got closer enough for me to feel his breath on my neck. "I don't know why you don't have a man," he whispered in my ear. "I'm fine, I don't need a man." "I'm going to help you find one." "I don't..." I turned my head and all of a sudden his tongue was down my throat. "Oh damn, oh damn, my bad. I don't know why I did that." He looked as shocked as I felt and quickly left the room. We quickly recovered from the kiss and never talked about it. That night Jesse reluctantly talked me into going out. We were going to a gay bar so he could interview prospects for me. We had a few drinks, flirted with a few guys, laughed at a lot of guys, went home and fell asleep watching a movie. Jesse had made himself at home and walked around the house with no clothes. I finally saw him completely naked when he asked me to dry his back after his shower. He groaned as I rubbed his back (and ass cheeks). He finally turned around, his 6.5 inch dick fully hard, kissed me on my forehead and left the room with a smile. Later that afternoon, I was stretched out on the sofa in the den. "Chris," Jesse called. "Can you help me?" I walked into the bedroom and loudly took a deep breath. There was Jesse, lying on the bed, naked, on his back with his feet planted on the floor, jacking off. He looked up at me, "Come here." I approached this gorgeous, naked, straight god in a trance. I knelt between his legs on my knees. He lifted his head and half smiled. "Kiss me." I slid up his body and kissed his lips. He pulled my head to him and planted his tongue in my mouth. I kissed back. I leaned back to look into his beautiful big brown eyes. He pulled me back to him and placed my face in his neck. I kissed his neck, nibbled his neck and sucked the spot where his neck attached to his shoulder. He moaned and I switched to the other side of his neck and repeated the process. He purred as I kissed down his kissed my way down his chest. "Grab my nipples." I held his nipples firmly between my thumbs and forefingers. He purred loudly. I purred with him as I kissed my way down to his navel. I stuck my tongue in his navel. He gasped, grabbed my head and held it there. I swirled my tongue around and around until he released the pressure on my head. I kissed and licked the ridges of his abdomen, slowly working my way down towards his groin. He grabbed my shoulders just as I reached his dick. He pulled me back up his body, held me close and began grinding his dick on my stomach. "If you suck me, I won't want to kiss you." He leaned up, grabbed my head and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He let go of my head and looked into my eyes. "Suck my nipples." I did as I was told. "Bite". I nibbled his nipple. "Harder." As I bit down, he opened his legs wider. I reached up and twisted the other nipple between my fingers. "Oh god." I barely heard him. His legs opened wider. I sank my teeth into the other nipple. His legs got wider still and he started to buck his hips. I twisted the other nipple. He purred loudly from deep within his throat and pulled me up. "Take off your clothes." It didn't register right away. I slowly stood and ripped the t-shirt and shorts off of my body. "Beautiful." He jumped up, grabbed me and held me tightly. He kissed me and pulled me back on the bed. I lay on top of him. His legs were in the air. He raised his bottom until my dick made contact with his asshole. He was rubbing my dick with his ass. He bucked and my hard dick sank into him. "Shit," he screamed. "Damn. God." Half of my dick was buried in his ass. Up until now, I had been on auto pilot, guided by Jesse. My head cleared and I rammed the other half of my dick into his ass. "Whoa," he pushed me back and grabbed his dick. I pushed back into him. He stopped trying to jack off as I began pounding into him. "Yeah, give it to me," I heard myself say. "Take it," he whispered. "Take it," he whimpered. I pounded into him. I had never fucked anyone so powerfully. In fact, I was mostly a bottom. I was ecstatic. The hard, muscular body beneath me was driving to a place I had never been. I could hear the soft purrs and whimpers, the loud groans and moans made by Jesse. I could hear my own voice. "Yeah, give it to me." "Fuck." "So, so good." I could smell the sex. I could feel power. I felt my impending orgasm. I slowed my pace. I looked into his eyes, leaned down and kissed him. I leaned back and grabbed his dick in my fist. "Oh, oh." He raised his ass higher off the bed and began fucking my dick. "Oh, oh." "Damn, this shit is good," I screamed. I was right at the edge. I let go of his dick. "Oh! Damn! Oh!" He bucked, grabbed my neck tightly and began to cum. I liked the feel of the warm liquid as it hit my torso. He loosened his grip on my neck and began to slow down. I felt his ass ring tighten around my dick. "Shit. Shit. Shit." I shoved my dick all the way in and came. I felt as if I was frozen in midair. I could feel every blast of cum. All of a sudden my dick felt enclosed in warm sticky fluid. When our breathing slowed and my dick popped out of Jesse's ass, he grabbed my head and pulled it to his chest. We fell asleep, my head on his chest, his legs wrapped around mine. Over the couple of months, Jesse and I had amazing sex. One day he let me suck his dick, held my head as he came and then pulled me to him and stuck his tongue as far down his throat as it would go. "You are one freaky straight boy," I told him one day as he licked his cum off my chest. He laughed. One day he told me he and Sara were having problems and he was moving. "I will keep in touch." He kissed me passionately and left. I never heard from Jesse again.