Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2010 11:03:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Jess' Story, Chapter 18, Part 2

Jess' Story
Chapter 18, Part II
From Paul's viewpoint

When Hardreader speaks, he sounds like he knows what he's talking about. He
also sounds completely relaxed, completely in charge and completely at ease
with whatever is going on. As a result, when we talked together
face-to-face that afternoon, he made me feel completely at ease too.

He led me and Jess into what I guess you would call the living room. It was
very simple, but very interesting. Not unlike you know who.

As we entered, the first thing I noticed was that the walls to the right
and left of me were all glass from floor to ceiling. To my left was an
amazing view of Lake Michigan. To my right all I could see through the
glass was trees and flowers and bushes. That seemed odd because we were on
the top floor of a tall building and it almost looked like a jungle
outside.

As I looked around, trying to take in everything at once, Hardreader
offered us an almost limitless choice of beverages. I settled on Coke with
a slice of lime. Mountain Dew for Jess, even though Hardreader made it
clear he disapproved of the choice. Since I was having what Hardreader was
having, he thought I had decided wisely, I'm sure.

He pushed open a sliding glass doors on the lake side of the room and
directed us out onto a small balcony. "Enjoy our view of the lake. I find
it very soothing this time of year," he said and went back inside to fill
our drink orders.

It was very windy, but still felt hot. I couldn't see the shoreline because
of a smaller building between the lake and us, but we could see out over
the lake for miles. Sail boats bobbing on the waves and speedboats rushing
here and there with no apparent purpose.

"Is Hardreader rich?" I asked Jess, stunned by how nice his condo was.

"I don't really know. He always seems to live well. And please don't call
him Hardreader. That's just the name he used . . ."

". . . on your story. I know. I know. I'm sorry," I said as Jess turned to
look out over the water, which I suddenly realized he must have seen many
times before from here.

Hardreader . . . H.R. returned with our drinks and quickly pointed out some
of the more interesting things we could see from the patio. After the short
verbal tour he said, "It's a little hot out here today. It's much cooler
and more comfortable inside."

He slid the door open again and directed Jess and me to a leather
sofa. Then he went back toward the kitchen and got a wooden bar stool from
the counter. He didn't as much sit across from us as he lounged casually
with his butt against the stool facing us. With the edge of his butt on the
stool and his hands holding either side of the stool, he could look down at
us from his higher vantage point.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you with my little joke over your boner when
you arrived. I hope you didn't mind," he said to me as coolly as if he were
complimenting my trainers. "But I must say it was quite an impressive
show." Oh my god, he winked at me.

There was nothing I could say but, "No problem. I can take a little
kidding." I wanted to appear as cool and metro as he did, so I added,
"After all, we all get boners, don't we?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I couldn't help but notice a twitch or
movement in the gauzy cargo pants Hardreader was wearing. And from this
angle, with Hardreader lounging as he was before me, I realized immediately
just how much I could see through that fabric. Jess was right. He wasn't
all that big and he wasn't all that hard. At least not yet. But I was
pretty sure that with that little exchange about my boner, Hardreader had
gotten a little harder. It made me smile and I saw an opportunity.

"You seem to have that affect on me, even by phone," I said, thinking I
would toy with him a bit in return. I wanted to see if I could get him hard
the way he got me hard. I was going to hint at what had happened after I
talked to him last Sunday. I could drop a few suggestive phrases and get
him hard so he could see how I had felt when I arrived. But just as I was
about to drop a little sexy tidbit . . .

"Oh, yes, Jess told me that you were pretty well horned up after our
talk. I hear he had to suck off that impressive, throbbing cock of yours to
calm you down. It must have been an generous and tasty load from what he
said. Screaming obscenities as you sprayed your hot cum like a fucking
geyser. Getting your good stuff all over Jess' face and in his hair.

"I do like guys like you who can cum hard and heavy. I'm so glad I could
provide you with the foreplay to one of Jess' delicious blowjobs. He's so
fucking good at sucking cock, isn't he?"

I was flabbergasted. Hardreader had just told me that Jess had sucked him
before. But I was even more flabbergasted by the fact that he knew about
what had happened after I hung up from talking to him.

"Jess told you about that?" I blurted out.

Things were happening too fast. My mind was being pulled in too many
directions. The surprise news that Jess had told Hardre . . . I mean
H.R. what we had done after I talked to him. Jess sucking off H.R. And the
not too subtle change I could see in H.R.'s cock right in front of me.

I was also starting to realize how strongly I was attracted to H.R. and his
cock. It wasn't big, but it was getting so hard and so intriguing and so
attractive. And it was almost completely visible in those gauzy pants.

"Well, you read our project," Hardreader said. "After reading that you must
realize there isn't too much that's too . . ." he paused as though looking
for the right word. He finally looked as though he'd found it . . . "too
private for my "I Thought I Knew" friends to share with me. I love it when
the guys tell me about their lives and all that goes on. Come on, Paul, you
must have figured that much out by now."

As I think about it now, it was probably meant to be just an innocent
little dig at me. Not mean or anything. Just prodding me a bit. The way he
said it was like he wanted me to respond so he could talk about it even
more.

But to me the feeling was like he had just grabbed my guts and twisted them
with his words, making me feel like a complete outsider because I wasn't
one of his "I Thought I Knew" friends. There were his friends from the
story who shared everything. And then there was everyone else. I wasn't
part of that circle and never would be.

"Among us," Hardreader continued as he made a gesture with one hand
indicating all three of us, "nothing should be too private to share." Those
words changed everything for me.

"You've read my project. You know how I love those sorts of details. And
from what Jess tells me, you do too. You certainly enjoyed reading about
Jess and Billy and Justin. I hear you shot a lot of hot young cum thinking
of them. What a magnificent cock you have. I look forward to seeing you
cum.

"After all, among guys like us, hard-ons are meant to be shared and
enjoyed. Blowjobs, whether given or received, can be talked about with
pride. Guys like you and me and Jess here have got nothing to hide. We're
just guys who love being guys. Love being hard and horny and fucking on the
edge of cumming most of the time. I fucking love it!"

I could clearly see that H.R. was full hard by then. With his blunt sexual
talk and his amazingly hard cock, he had somehow led me through the
passageway from being an outsider and into his inner circle. "Among us" he
had said. He was already thinking of me as part of the group. As that
thought took hold, I could feel my face stretching with the biggest smile.

There across from me was Hardreader leaning against his stool. His almost
full hard cock on display for me and Jess to see. In a pair of gauzy pants
that concealed virtually nothing. No embarrassment. Nothing to hide. No
secrets too private. It gave me a new confidence and a sense of belonging
to something that I had never known before.

Before I could shape my thoughts, my mouth was talking, expressing the
feelings that were welling up from deep inside me. "You know in high school
and my freshman year in college, I read every word of your story. Before I
found it, I had always felt so alone.

"When I discovered it, it was like I had discovered a whole new group of
friends who were like me. Friends who got me. One of the best parts of all
was that I didn't need to make excuses to them for who I was, or how I
was. We were all the same in that way. We all jerked off thinking about
guys.

"In my mind we all sucked and even sometimes fucked together in a
foursome. That was so awesome. But that was all just in my head. Just me
getting myself off reading your story about them.

"Then I met Jess. And now I've met you. And I've talked to Billy on the
phone while Jess sucked me off. I can't believe how . . ." I was at a loss
for words. My brain felt like it was buzzing with ideas and . . . I just
sat there speechless. Looking at HardReader's hard penis.

Jess was right. H.R.'s penis really wasn't that big. I smiled at the
realization, but smiled more because of what was happening. Because of what
had happened. I felt on top of the world.

I looked at Jess. I was so grateful for having the chance to be his
friend. I didn't even know how to begin telling him what it meant to me at
that moment.

"I know I was excited to meet H.R.," I said haltingly to Jess. The
nervousness in my voice was probably quite easy to detect. "But now look
who's happy to see me," I said, pointing at H.R.'s boner as I grinned ear
to ear.

We all laughed and H.R. talked about how good it felt being hard. How much
he loved being hard as often as he could. And how he hoped he could "share
the good feelings" with Jess and me. We laughed again.

Then Jess asked me in a more serious tone, "So you're not mad that I told
H.R. you were rock hard and ready to blow a load just from talking to him?"

I shook my head no and meant it.

"Or that I told him how I sucked you off after that to help you out?"

"Did you tell him everything?" I asked.

"If there is one main thing about Jess I really value," H.R. said, "
. . . and there are a lot of things about Jess I value . . . it is that he
has a great ability to bring something like that blowjob to life. It has
made my job as a writer so much easier."

I think both Jess and I blushed, him for the kind words from H.R. Me from
the realization of everything Jess must have already told him about us. And
about me!

We talked for about an hour. It almost all ended up being about sex. Mostly
about me and Jess and what we'd done so far and what we wanted to do. What
it was like for me being my first time for everything.

We even talked about how much time Jess was spending teaching me to relax
my sphincter for when we finally made love. How far and how much I came
that very first night with Jess. What Jess' tongue felt like as it touched
my hole the first time he rimmed me.

Then H.R. said he had one last question. "Jess, what was it like finally
finding the right guy?" That was what H.R. said. That I was "the right
guy."

Jess started talking about me and how he had known from the first time he
saw me that I was something different. He heaped praise on me for
everything, including some stuff that I don't think was even true.

Sometimes he gave really graphic, detailed descriptions, like the afternoon
he made me cum three times so he could watch my cum as it left my
cocklips. He wanted to know exactly what it looked like. Don't ask me
why. I don't know. But he described that experience to Hardreader for at
least five minutes.

Every word he said was another huge boost for my ego and I was at least
half hard the whole time as he talked about me. And Jess was too. It showed
in his pants so you couldn't miss it.

I could tell that H.R. stayed full hard almost the entire time. And he
wasn't shy about stroking and groping it through the gauzy cargoes or
bringing it to our attention. Just as he never hesitated to point out our
own boners from time to time.

He did it in a way that was almost funny and also very sexy. He made you
feel like you wanted to join him in being hard and horny and showing your
cock off. I'd never done that before. But somehow with H.R. it seemed so
natural. We were just guys doing guy stuff, he said.

As that discussion sputtered to a halt and we were all left hard and horny
with nothing left to say, H.R. stood up. Pulled his T-shirt off over his
head. I thought he was about to unbutton the waistband of his cargo
pants. I thought maybe we were going to have sex right then and there. I
wasn't really surprised or scared or worried or anything. It may seem odd
but I was just wondering what the rules were. What we could do? And
couldn't do?

But before H.R. took of his pants, he said, "I'm ready for a swim. How
about you guys. Did you remember your suits?"

"They're out in the car," Jess said. "I'll go get them."

"Don't worry about it. I figured you'd forget them, if not today then
someday. So I bought you each a suit to keep here so you can swim whenever
you want to," H.R. said.  Then looking at me he asked, "Do you swim?"

"I wasn't a high school star like Jess, but my grandparents have a farm
with a lake and I used to swim there a lot in the summer. I love to swim."

H.R. left the room for a minute and went into what I assumed was his
bedroom. When he came out he was completely naked. His cock was half
hard. At least half, maybe more. Despite his lack of length, it had nice
thickness and a very nice shape. He'd told me on the phone his crown
started out the same thickness as the shaft and then tapered to a rounded
point. "Like a bullet," he'd said. "My cock is like a bullet that's ready
to go off."

As he walked toward us it swung back and forth in front of him, sometimes
slapping against one of his thighs with a "thwapping" noise. I couldn't
take my eyes off it. What an amazing sight to see. And because it was
H.R. and he was so at ease, I never thought twice about just staring at his
cock as he walked.

He was standing right in front of us before I noticed he had two small
white shopping bags. One in each hand. He was holding them out to us. "I
hope you like the suits. They're both the same," he said.

We each took one of the bags. I was a little hesitant to open mine, but
Jess jumped right in. When he held up his suit, my first thought was, It's
so small! Is it for a little kid?

It looked small but it was just a low-rise, square-cut suit that was very
short. So there wasn't that much to it, except for the pouch sort of thing
in front where your cock and balls go.

Both suits were white and made from a very flimsy fabric with no lining in
front. I knew you'd be able to see every vein in my cock through it and
every wrinkle in my testicles.

I was still looking at it when H.R. said, "Hey, guys, get naked. Paul,
there are pegs over there by the patio doors. You can hang your clothes
there."

He followed us over and watched carefully and appreciatively as we
stripped. Since neither of us was wearing underwear, it didn't take long.

I was examining the tiny suit trying to decide if it would really cover me
even when I was completely soft. H.R., who hadn't taken his eyes off my
cock since I dropped my pants, said to me, "Jess told me you were only like
half cut. Do you mind if I look at it?"

Before I could answer, H.R. had my cock in his hand and was examining my
unusually long, but still cut, foreskin. He ran a finger around and under
it. Jerked my cock a few times to see how it rode up over my crown. And
rolled it back down to see how that looked, I guess.

As H.R. casually handled my cock I quickly got hard because I was already
worked up over him and all he has meant to me from years of reading "I
Thought I Knew." Who knows all the other reasons I was hard. I guess I have
to admit, even though he is going to be the one to write this, that he is
pretty sexy for a guy his age. Anyway, he had me plenty hard in like a
minute. And I was happy. Really happy.

"Nice," he said as he removed his hands and stood back examining my now
rigid penis. It was arched straight toward the ceiling. I could feel the
blood pulsing through it. My little foreskin was just barely covering the
edge of my crown, which was showing the reddish purple it got when pumped
full of blood.

"Sorry," he said sounding truly apologetic. "If you'd like me too, I could
finish you off before we go in the pool. Or maybe you and Jess . . . or
maybe just you . . . or just Jess want to . . . well, whatever is OK with
me. I didn't really mean to get you so hard."

I knew he had planned it all along. I was looking from H.R. to Jess trying
to get some idea as to what I should do. I knew what I wanted to do, but
didn't think that was the right answer just then.

Finally Jess said, "Don't worry about it. It'll go down. You know how the
cold water will . . . you know, take care of it."

That didn't seem an adequate solution. I really wanted to unload. But I
followed Jess' lead and stepped into my new swimsuit. It stretched more
than I expected. If I hadn't been sporting eight inches of hard wood, the
suit would have looked almost OK. Sexy and erotic for sure. Leaving nothing
to the imagination, but with everything important covered.

Jess wasn't in much better shape than me getting into his suit. He was at
least half hard. When he tried to force his cock down in that little
stretchy pouch, it looked like one of those pictures guys take of
themselves with a hard-on in their bathing suit and post online. It made it
look even bigger than it was.

As for me, I was sticking like six inches out of the top of my suit. It was
ridiculous. It barely covered my testicles and the base of my penis.

I don't know what possessed me, but I turned from Jess to face Hardreader
and asked, "Do you think it fits me OK?"

By the time we stopped laughing, I could almost get my semi hard penis
covered and Jess looked sexy as hell in his instead of ridiculous.

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.

I would love to receive comments on this story from readers. Email me at
hardreader2000@aol.com

While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And
stay hard! -- H.R.