Date: Fri, 21 May 2010 09:58:19 -0400 (EDT)
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Jess' Story, Chapter 6

Jess' Story
 Chapter 6
From Paul's viewpoint

I had really wanted to meet Anne's friend Jess ever since I first stepped
into her dorm room yesterday afternoon. OK, I couldn't get the guy out of
my mind. How did he fit in? What was he up to? What had been going on?

First of all there was that smell. It's like when you smell weed. It's one
of those smells that once you know what it is you can pick up on even the
slightest hint of it. When she first opened the door to her room to let me
in, there was a lot more than a slight hint of cum smell.

I wondered if Anne could smell it the same way I could. I didn't know if
girls' noses were as sensitive to it as boys'. I didn't even really know if
other boys could smell it the way I could.

Next I got thinking and asking myself what had just gone on here? This was
Anne after all. I didn't really think of Anne and afternoon delight fitting
together.

"Is this an OK time?" I said, still standing in the doorway.

She nodded yes.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

She nodded yes again, still holding the door open for me. Her hand on the
doorknob. Her body partially blocking my view of her room. But I could see
the beds and noticed immediately that both beds had been sat on, or maybe
even more than sat on.

My mind snapped right to the kid I had just seen leaving Anne's dorm. It
wasn't like there were a lot of boys coming and going from a girls' dorm in
the middle of the afternoon during summer session.

I figured it had to be him. The guy I saw leaving was the guy I could smell
in Anne's room. It made too much sense. At least in some ways.

But was he her boyfriend? That didn't make any sense. If she had a
boyfriend, why was she pestering me to do things with her all the time?
Plus Anne and a boyfriend just didn't click in my mind. They didn't like
fit together.

"Is everything OK?" Anne asked as I continued to look around, trying to
figure out what I had just missed. "I wasn't expecting you until this
evening."

"Oh, I was at the bookstore up the street and saw this book we were talking
about at lunch last week. I bought you a copy so you could have one of your
own. I thought I'd just drop it off."

She started to close the door behind me, forcing me to step farther into
the room.

"You can put it on my desk," she said as she picked up a large towel from
one of the beds and headed toward the bathroom. The farther into the room I
got, the stronger the smell got. It was sort of turning me on.

Other than my own cum, I had only smelled other guys' cum a couple of
times. Once in the locker room in high school and once in the men's room in
a mall. I never did know what either one of those were about. But I knew
that smell.

I set the book down and as I turned back to look at Anne, I saw the wet
streak across the sheet on one of the beds. I was pretty sure I knew what
had caused that. But, damn, if that guy I'd seen could cum that much
. . . Now I was really getting turned on. And confused about just what Anne
was up to.

Anne was talking about the book I'd brought, but all I wanted right then
was to get out of there. This was too confusing. I had a date with her that
night and that guy I'd just seen, the one who was staring at me so hard as
we passed each other in the street, had he just cum in her room?

"I didn't plan to stay. I have a lot to do. I'll see you at 7. OK?" I said
working my way toward the door.

"Do you really have to go so fast?" Anne asked.

"We'll talk tonight." I turned toward the door, but looked back once more
and took a deep breath, trying not to be too obvious. And then I was out of
there.

I'd planned on going to look at some shirts that were supposed to be on
sale, but instead went straight back to my place. It was hot as hell inside
my apartment. But I was hot before I walked into the little upstairs space
I'd rented cheap for the summer.

I stripped off my shirt and shorts and underwear and stood naked in front
of the tall window that looked out over the overgrown backyard. What a dump
this place was.

But my mind wasn't really on the scene. I was thinking about that guy and
that string of fresh cum soaking into the sheet in Anne's room. What was it
I had just missed? What was going on? This didn't seem to fit. Not Anne!
She seemed so shy and scared to death of sex. Was there a side of her that
I hadn't seen? Was she on to me? I didn't get it.

My forehead was covered in sweat. My whole body was glistening in my
sweat. I wiped my forehead with one hand, capturing the moisture. Then used
it to start stroking my best friend. It seemed to me that jacking off was
about all there was to do around this place. And with the scent of some
other guy's cum still clear in my head and the sight of that string of cum
sprayed across Anne's bed, I didn't need much more to fuel my
imagination. My best friend quickly warmed up to my familiar embrace.

I usually jacked off looking at or reading porn. I'd been looking at porn
since I was 13 or 14 years old. That hot afternoon I didn't need any
porn. I was creating porn of my own in my head and I was getting hard
really fast.

In my head I could see the guy I had seen leaving Anne's dorm. He was lying
on her bed. It was so clear with the sun streaming through her window. He
was dressed as I'd seen him yesterday in cargoes and a T-shirt.

I wondered what he was doing there on her bed and then it came to me. He
was waiting for her while she finished taking a shower. In my mind, I could
hear the water running, striking her naked back. Dripping from her smooth
body. Running off her small, firm breasts to the shower floor.

As the guy lay back, I knew he could smell that perfume she'd worn the
other night when we went to the movies. And it was really turning him
on. Laying there on her bed. Where she slept. Naked and warm.

He couldn't resist inhaling her scent and rubbing himself through his
shorts. He was getting so hard he could hardly stand it. I could see his
massive cock straining under his touch. Wet spots kept forming as he worked
his cock through his shorts. He kept inhaling and stroking. He seemed to
writhe almost like a snake under his own touch.

He turned his head sideways and forced his nose into her pillow, inhaling
her scent. I could see the look on his face so clearly. He was lost to this
world. He was in that place guys go when they've gotten themselves so
worked up they can't turn back. He had to cum. He couldn't help himself.

Even though Anne was right through the doorway in her bathroom, he let his
resistance lapse. He surrendered to the powerful pull of his throbbing cock
and his aching nuts. His whole focus was on his cock and his nuts. And mine
was focused there too.

I watched as in my mind he opened his shorts and pulled his huge, hard cock
out. It was at least 10 inches of thick, uncut cock. I could see his
foreskin covering his cockhead at first. Then he eased it back, showing his
beautiful crown completely engorged with blood. So firm and tight and
hard. With its pouting lips. Its need for satisfaction. For release.

By then I was working my own friend so hard in my right hand. My left hand
holding on to the window frame to steady me. I was as far gone to the world
as he was. Jerking in my fantasy world, while watching his. I was watching
him and feeling him. I could feel each stroke of his hand along his
cock. The heat of his throbbing cock was the heat of mine. His smell was my
smell. His needs were my needs. My cock twitched when his twitched.

I kept going back to get more sweat for lube, but finally used my spit
because I really needed to get off just as he needed to get off. And a
little extra lube always helps.

This kid I was watching, or dreaming, or imagining was whacking his meat
like crazy. Just like I was. In my head his strokes were right with
mine. He was getting close to nutting just like me. And I could see that
handsome face. And his body. He's got to be a jock of some kind. Ohhhh, I
was getting close.

The shower water stopped. Anne had turned it off. Suddenly everything
stopped. No sound. No breathing. No stroking. He and I could both hear the
shower curtain pulled back. Before the kid had time to put that gigantic
cock back in his pants, Anne, wrapped in only a towel, was standing in the
doorway looking at him. Looking straight into his eyes. And he's looking
back.

Only somehow in my head, he was looking at me. Looking into my eyes. And I
was looking into his. My eyes locked on his eyes. I couldn't stop. I bent
my knees. I thrust my hips, forcing my aching cock into my pounding
fist. And my cum went flying. I closed my eyes and groaned as our first
load hit the screen. I guess it was just my load, but it seemed like we
were both shooting together. Our cum mingling in the screen. Our needs
melded together like we were one. The kid and me. Cumming together. It felt
so good. Ohhhhh, fuck! It felt good!

The sensation of this image was almost too much for me. I opened my eyes
and watch my next two shots hit even higher on that filthy screen. It was a
hell of a cum. And when the kid on the bed saw me continue to blow my load,
he kept cumming too. He couldn't help himself. Only now, with my eyes wide
open, I could see him cum all over the sheet.

I smiled at him and he smiled back. My image of the guy started to fade and
I needed to sit down and catch my breath. I think maybe I was so into
jacking off that I forgot to breathe.

I tried to recapture the images I had just conjured to get myself off, but
they were already a jumble that didn't make much sense. Nothing made much
sense. What was Anne up to? And who was that kid? I had to know.

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Jess and I both asked Anne if she would participate in this
story, even in a limited way. She has absolutely refused, but she does know
it is being written and posted. 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.