Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 08:58:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Jess' Story, Chapter 20, Part 3

Jess' Story
Chapter 20, Part III
From Paul's viewpoint

As much as I had read about guys having sex and as many videos as I had
watched of guys doing it in every conceivable position . . . I thought I
knew how to do it. I even thought I'd be able to do it really well when my
time finally came.

But there I was with my aching penis pressed against my boyfriend's hole
and . . .

"How should I do it? Do you want it slow and long?" I asked Jess, dragging
out the words "slow" and "long" trying to make it sound like I knew exactly
how to do "slow and long."

"Right now I just want you inside me," he said, pushing his butt harder
against my penis. His movement surprised me. We both let out a little groan
or moan or something when he did it.

I guess Jess moaned because it felt good to him. That's what it sounded
like to me anyway.

I moaned or whatever because with that added pressure I could feel the head
of my penis spreading him apart. I was pretty sure I was starting to really
go into him. Oh my god! I couldn't believe how clearly I could feel my
penis opening him. The opening of his asshole all around my hardened
cockhead.

I was a little scared. This was almost too real. I was actually going to do
this. Make love to my boyfriend. About then my penis started to sort of
have a mind of its own. It started to press a little harder into Jess.

"You OK?" I asked as I pressed into him. I wasn't sure how hard I was
supposed to push. I was applying some pressure, but my cock hadn't gone in
any farther. It was like the muscles in Jess' sphincter were holding my
penis right where it was. I think just the tip was in, but I really didn't
know that for sure.

I pulled my upper body back from his and looked down to where I was
. . . where my penis was pressed against his hole. I couldn't really see
where the head of my penis was. But just seeing my cock so hard and big and
poking between Jess' butt cheeks somehow told me what I needed to know.

"You're gonna have to push harder than that. Don't worry about me; I'm
loosened up just fine. Just go ahead and push it in nice and steady," Jess
said as he turned his head to kiss me again,

But I was way ahead of him. I had seen how much of my cock still needed to
go into him. Almost all of it! If being in him just this little bit felt as
good as it did, I couldn't begin to imagine what it was going to be like
when I was completely inside him.

I'd already started to push harder. Jess must have felt me pushing. He
seemed to push back. His hole eased open. I felt my hard cock slip
through. I was inside of him for real! It was different. I could tell. I
was in him. Really inside of him! I could actually feel his muscles
squeezing around my cockhead. I could see that I was at least partially in
him. Seeing my cock entering Jess' hole sent a whole new surge of urgency
through my body. Something took me over. I wasn't really in control
anymore.

"Oh my god, Jess, I can't believe . . ." I didn't know what words to say. I
was . . . my penis was . . . my cock . . . it was inside Jess. I could feel
him in a way I had never known. It was a wonder.

"OK, go a little deeper. I'm ready. You feel so good going in me like
that. I want you all the way," Jess said.

But I didn't need instruction. Nature took over and I started to work my
hard cock . . . god it was throbbing with the new sensations . . . I worked
it in and out of him. It was unreal how this felt to my cock and in my mind
and in my heart. It was just little thrusts at first, but I kept going
deeper each time. Savoring the warm, tight feel of Jess' body wrapped
around my cock. This was fucking! This was making love. This was
everything! It didn't seem like it could be real what we were doing.

I couldn't tell how far I was in, but I could tell I was getting
deeper. And I wanted to go deeper. And deeper. And still deeper. I didn't
want to ever stop.

"I want to try something," Jess said. "See if you can slowly roll onto your
back," He sounded like this was what he really wanted. It wasn't like he
was ordering me to do it. It was almost like a request, or like he really
wanted me to. "And try to keep your cock in my ass as you do it. I think we
can do it!"

I didn't know why he wanted to do this, but I slowly and carefully started
to roll onto my back. Jess was right with me. Within a few seconds I was on
my back and he was squatting over me. His legs were flexed on either side
of me.

My cock was still in his ass, maybe a little deeper than it had been before
we rolled over. Jess was balancing himself above my cock with one arm
stretched back beside me supporting his upper body.

Almost immediately I understood why he had done it. He started to lower his
butt, pushing my cock still deeper inside him. It was like he was doing
squats. He'd flex his legs and make himself go up and down on me. When I
raised my head I could just see a little between our bodies as he rose up
. . . see my cock going into him as he came back down. Oh holy god!

It felt incredible. I couldn't stop making little sounds deep in my
throat. It was pure pleasure bubbling up out of me.

I wouldn't have had to do anything but lie there and Jess would have been
able to finish me off with no help from me. But I couldn't resist. I
couldn't stop myself. Each time he lowered his butt onto me, I pushed up
into him. Each time we drove my cock deeper and deeper inside of him. I
couldn't believe I could go much deeper. I thought by then I had to be
almost all the way in him.

"Now just hold still. This time don't push up," Jess said. He started to
lower himself onto me. I could feel my cock going even further and
deeper. Unreal! Not just my cock. It was me. All of me. I was surrounded by
him. Impaling him in the special way that let my soul flow right into
him. Sharing this. Knowing each other like never before. It was better than
any high I'd ever had. Better than any dream. Better than anything I'd ever
read or watched. Better than all the most intimate hours Jess and I had
already spent together.

My cock was twitching inside of him. My nuts were pulling up tighter and
tighter.

He paused. "Feel good?" he asked. The pleasure was clear in his voice. The
sexual pleasure. I didn't know exactly how it felt to have another boy
inside you like this, but obviously Jess liked having me there. He looked
down at me with the lustiest smile.

I really thought that nothing could make me happier than I was just
then. It wasn't stars or fireworks like guys always say. It was the
powerful feeling of being inside someone else. Feeling what I was feeling
and seeing in Jess' face that he was feeling something just as
special. Just as awesome. And so wickedly sexy.

Jess was the one I loved more than anything. For the first time ever I
could feel him all around me. His heat. His insides as they caressed the
sides of my penis. I felt like my cock was a mile long. I felt like where
we connected was the center of the universe. Like we were all that mattered
in the whole world.

Oh my god! Jess lowered himself even more. For the first time I could feel
the weight of his body. His butt weighing down on my hips. It felt like the
edges of his asshole were pressing down all around my cock. Then one final
push . . .

I finally knew this was what it was like to be buried deep inside another
boy. I mean my cock was as deep as it could go. It was sending sparks to my
brain. I could have sworn that there was nothing better. No sensation more
amazing. No connection between two people closer than this. But then it
just kept getting better and better.

Jess started to move around. His butt was moving in circles. I could feel
my throbbing, hard, aching cock pulling at his asshole. Stretching
it. Driving into it. I forced my hard cock so it pressed against his
insides in new ways. I didn't know what I was feeling or touching, but my
cock . . . my hard, real live flesh was so hard and so deep inside Jess and
was feeling all of him.

Jess tried to push down even harder. To bury me deeper inside him. And I
tried to force myself in deeper too. I couldn't resist matching his
movements, exploring this physical side of making love.

But it was only for a moment. All of this was too intense. My mind so full
of every thought I had ever had of loving Jess. From when I only knew him
through his story right through to putting my hand deep into his silk
jack-off pocket. My body was experiencing him in ways I had truly never
imagined. Not like in books. Not like in videos.

"I'm gonna cum. I can't stop. Oh, Jess, I'm gonna . . ."

I felt his muscles clamp tight on my penis even as he drove me one last
little bit deeper.

"Oh, Jess," I gasped and felt my cum surging through my cock. Like the
hugest load of cum I had ever known. Harder and hotter and . . . It was so
strong it was sucking my nuts right inside me. And then I was filling
Jess. Pumping my cum into him. I could feel it. This was real!

I started to pump into him harder. I had to cum more. As I forced my cock
in and out of him, I felt more surges of my cum as they erupted one after
the other. I felt my own cum lubing Jess's hole. I felt the heat of our
bodies skyrocket. His muscles spasming around my cock. I thought he must be
cumming too, but he wasn't.

He was milking everything from me he could. Every drop of my cum. It was
even more powerful than getting sucked until you have nothing left to cum.

We were both covered in sweat as Jess began to straighten his legs. I had
to lift up my ass to stay inside him as he stretched them out . . . one leg
and then the other . . . stretched out next to mine.

Jess lay back as gently across me as he could. Our bodies were burning up
from exertion. Sweat coated our hard bodies.

I was still buried deep inside of Jess. My cum leaking from his hole. I
could feel my sticky, warm jizz collecting between my nuts and my
thighs. And I could smell it too. That salty, bleach-like smell. Such a
powerful scent.

As I inhaled deeply, I could feel my cum running down into my ass crack. I
had really cum a lot.

I looked at Jess' hard cock. Standing out like a tree limb above his
abs. "You didn't cum," I said. As the words left my mouth I wanted to kick
myself. "I should have said I love you first. You know I do."

"I love you too, but you don't need to tell me. You just showed me. You
made love to me and I made love to you. You liked it, didn't you?"

"I did. It was amazing," I said. "And we can do it whenever we want. It's
better than I ever imagined. I could do it forever."

"Want to do it again?" Jess asked. "You're still full hard and I haven't
cum yet." He gave a little laugh as he squeezed my still hard cock with his
ass muscles.

"If we do, will you cum?"

"Maybe," he said. I knew he was teasing me. "I'll cum if my boyfriend says
I can." It was then that we kissed.

Perhaps more than anything else that is the moment I remember first when I
think back to that night. Jess sprawled across me. My hard cock still
buried deep within him. The feel of my cum inside of him. Then his lips
were parting. Our tongues touching. Tip to tip. A gentle game. Exploring
each other. Completely. Freely. No bounds. No rules. Just sheer
pleasure. Lust. And love.

We kissed like that for the longest time. My hands explored his chest. My
fingertips running teasingly up and down the underside of his cock. So
hard. So long. So perfect, of course. This was Jess. My Jess. And we had
just made love together for the first time in our lives. I was still hard
and deep inside him. Where I belonged.

As I felt how hard his cock was and how it leaked and twitched with his
needs, I asked, "Do you want to make love to me next?"

"I just made love to you. While you were making love to me. That's how it
works."

We laughed together and finally he rolled off of me. The sound of my penis
pulling free of his cum-soaked hole made us laugh again.

"I want you to do me again and I promise I'll cum this time," he said. We
kissed and laughed and played with each other's bodies. Tickling and
grabbing and kissing and laughing. I never thought it would be so
playful. I never thought I could stay so hard. I never knew making love
would be like this.

"So how do you want me this time? You choose," Jess said.

"I want to see your face. I want to look into your eyes and see what you
look like when we make love. And I'd like to be able to see us. See me
inside you. Penetrating you." This talk was making me feel a little . . . I
guess kinda wicked. But I didn't stop. "I want to see what it looks like
when I'm making love to you and fucking you all at the same time."

"Are you up for it?" Jess asked.

I pulled my hard cock down and away from my body and released it so it
slapped hard against my abs. "My hard-on meter is reading 100 percent."

So we made love again. This time Jess on his back. His legs over my
shoulders.

In this position it was so easy to enter him. So easy to pleasure him. And
me. I'd already learned a lot about what it meant to go "deep and slow."

This time, watching his eyes, his mouth, even his forehead, I learned how
to increase the pleasure with variety and surprise. And soon I had learned
what it meant to go "hard and fast."

I could see in Jess' eyes, in his smile, in the way he moved his body, how
each of these different techniques affected him, pleasured him. And
pleasuring him pleasured me.

I lasted a lot longer the second time, even though staring into Jess' eyes
was driving me wild. I wanted to penetrate his mind the way I was
penetrating his body. I wanted us melded together in every way. I wanted to
learn to live inside him.

But before too long I could see he was getting close. His ragged
breathing. His tensing muscles. His moans and groans and just plain filthy
talk were no subtle clues.

He came. With incredible force and a guttural scream of pleasure I had
never heard him make before. For the first time Jess was cumming because I
was making love to him. I felt his whole body spasm from both the inside of
him where my cock was buried and from the outside where my hands held his
head between them. I watched him strain and spasm and spew his cum between
us.

That was all I needed. It was all I would ever need. 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?

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