Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2010 08:48:50 -0400 (EDT)
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Jess' Story, Chapter 21, Part 1

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 . . .

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.