Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2010 21:46:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Jess' Story, Chapter 18, Part 1

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

When I first met Jess, I thought I already knew him. If you had asked me
then I would have told you that I loved him. That I'd been in love with him
for years.

But as the first summer session drew to a close and the date we had set for
our "union" drew near, I started to realize more and more that I hadn't
really known him the way I thought I had. It may be true that I loved him,
but I didn't really know him.

It was becoming clear to me that I was growing closer to Jess day by
day. Learning things I had never even suspected about him. In some ways he
was the same Jess I thought I had known from his story. But in other ways
he was a more complex, deeper, more caring Jess than I had ever imagined
possible.

Our life together was good, but certainly not perfect. Learning to live
with a guy isn't easy. Every day isn't always perfect bliss. Like I'd
finish the last box of cereal and forget to buy more. He wouldn't get off
the phone with Justin and it would make us late for a movie. Little things
like that could easily get on a guy's nerves.

Somehow Jess always seemed to get us through those moments. I tried to
learn to do the same by watching what he did. It was a special talent he
had with people. He seemed to know how to make things right. To say the
right thing. Do the right. Ignore the right thing.

What I appreciated most was how much Jess opened up his life to me and
shared so much of himself with me. Sometimes it was just small
things. Other times it was things that mattered so much. At least mattered
to me.

Just one example: I'd come to realize that Hardreader called Jess at 5
p.m. every Sunday almost like clockwork. I'd also noticed that Jess was
quick to answer his phone and head into the bedroom to talk with him in
private.

Then one Sunday not too long after the night we didn't do it, Jess' cell
rang at 5 p.m. "Paul, can you get my phone? Tell H.R. I'm busy and I'll
call him back."

I answered Jess' cell phone. I'd never spoken to Hardreader. It was more
terrifying than the first time I had to speak to Billy. "Hello?" I said as
if it were more of a question than a greeting.

"Paul?" the voice at the other end said.

"Yeah, this is Paul. Hardreader, right?"

"Yes. So good to finally talk to you, Paul. I've heard so much about
you. You seem to be making Jess a very happy young man. I can't wait to
meet you and get to know you better. So have you two had a good weekend?"

An hour later I finally said goodbye. I couldn't believe all the things
we'd talked about. He was so casual and familiar and relaxed that it never
occurred to me that there was anything I couldn't or shouldn't say to him
. . . no matter how personal or intimate.

You've got to understand that Hardreader has a way of injecting sex into
almost everything he talks about. By the end of our conversation I'd
somehow ended up describing my penis to him in more detail than I thought I
could. Jess' penis too. And our cum of course. I described what my first
orgasm with Jess had felt like. What my cum tasted like. Described the
first time I ever masturbated.

He talked too. Like when we both talked about our sexual fantasies and
desires. He was so graphic and detailed and explicit in describing his
own. Listening to him, it was clear to me that this was the same Hardreader
I had come to know reading his story about Jess and Justin and Billy.

He seemed genuinely interested in my fantasies and the pitiful reality that
had been my life. But when Hardreader got me talking, it all became so
erotic and yet so matter-of-fact casual. I was rock hard most of the time
and yet completely at ease with this man I'd never met.

Of course we'd talked about what I liked about "I Thought I Knew." What had
attracted me to Jess? How much I jerked off reading it? How much I came?
Where I came? When I came? And whether I liked to eat my cum?

It seemed so easy and so natural to tell him things I had never thought I
would tell anyone. But I told Hardreader without a moment's hesitation. In
detail and at length. For more than an hour. Sitting in the privacy of the
bedroom where Jess couldn't hear.

When I thought back on it all, I suspected that Hardreader already knew the
answers to many of his own questions. That he and Jess had already talked
about these things. He was only checking and confirming and expanding what
he knew about me. It was like a test, I thought.

The more I thought about that "test", the more I hoped I'd done well. I
felt the need to please Hardreader. I knew that Jess had. And that Billy
and Justin had. I wanted to please him as much as the three of them had. To
make sure he would accept me as Jess' boyfriend. Make me a part of his
circle of friends. I guess what I wanted more than anything else from
Hardreader was acceptance.

I wanted to be part of Jess' story.

When I came out of the bedroom, I was feeling so horny from all the stuff
we'd talked about. I was on the edge of cumming. Jess looked up from the
book he was reading and asked, "So what did you and H.R. talk about? Me I
hope?" He flashed me that smile I liked so much.

"Not really," I said honestly.

"Did he tell you we're going to go see him and Karl next Sunday after I
take you to see my folks and where I grew up?"

"I'm going to meet Hardreader?" I said in total disbelief. I somehow had
never considered the possibility.

"We are unless you need to get back earlier," he said nonchalantly.

I said I could stay as late as we needed, but I couldn't really believe it
was going to happen.

"When you see him, please remember to call him H.R. Everyone does," Jess
said and returned to studying as though nothing had happened. Leaving me
with aching nuts and a throbbing cock. My head was spinning with images of
Hardreader and our conversation.

I went back into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. I opened my
shorts and started stroking my aching cock! I had to get this load off. I'd
been hard and in desperate need of relief for more than an hour. I had
wondered if Hardreader would try to get me off over the phone. But he never
had. He'd only kept me worked up beyond belief with his talking.

It was only a minute or so before I heard Jess come in and close the door
behind him. "So H.R. got you worked up?"

"Yeah," I said as I eased my firm grip on my cock.

"Well, let me take care of that for you." Jess said, kneeling beside me and
bending over to take my hard cock in his warm mouth. His lips caressed the
sheath of my skin that covered this tangle of nerves and needs. As Jess
sucked my cock deeper and deeper into the caressing confines of his velvety
throat, I wondered how one small part of my body could feel like it was so
much in control of my entire being.

I was so worked up. I was near exploding with pent up sexual frenzy. I
bucked my hips high off the bed as Jess sucked my cock. My back arched,
completely free from the bed. My feet and my shoulders supporting my upward
thrust crotch. I felt like I was more penis than anything else right
then. And I wanted to be inside of Jess all the way.

I thrust repeatedly into his mouth to drive my cock deeper. Jess responded
by taking my ass cheeks in his hands and pulling me in with every thrust I
made. He didn't gag. Not once.

At one critical point I drove my cock as deep as I could and held it
there. He sensed how close I was and helped to hold me. My cock completely
inside him. My nuts against his chin. I could feel his breath coming out
his nose, which was buried in my trimmed pubes.

It felt as though Jess contained me completely. Holding me. Wrapped
entirely around me. I loved that he could hold me this way. Just the way I
wanted.

Then with a gentleness that seemed such a change from my forceful pummeling
of his mouth, he began to ease my cock out. His smooth, wet lips still
wrapped tightly around my pulsing cock.

The feel of his lips sliding from the base of my cock toward the top was so
powerful. As his lips moved across the tangle of nerves at the base of my
cockhead, it all became too much. As my cocklips rested on Jess' lips, I
cried out a stream of obscenities like I'd never said before.

My cum exploded. I spasmed and shot load after load of cum as Jess licked
furiously at my cockhead and my cocklips. My cum splattered his face and
his hair. Some must have gone past his face and splattered who knows where.

As I came I felt hugely powerful and invincible. The power to cum was like
the power to control. To rule. To command. My cock was the ruler's scepter
to which all men must yield.

But all too soon I was spent and exhausted and my hips eased from Jess'
hands as I settled onto the bed.

Jess took my sperm-coated cock in both hands and began to gently stroke
it. Lick it. Kiss it. I just lay there . . . a moaning mess of spent jizz
and subsiding hormones.

At last Jess let go of my penis and smiled down at me. "H.R. affects a lot
of guys that way." That was all he said before getting up to go back to the
kitchen table to study some more.

I was so exhausted by the whole experience that I lay there till I fell
asleep.

I awoke a couple of hours later with the realization that there had been an
abrupt shift in my world. Like a colossal earthquake had reshaped
everything. I didn't know exactly what it was, but I knew Hardreader was at
the center of it.

Then I remembered that I was going to meet Hardreader in person. And his
boyfriend. In their home. Oh my god, I thought, what should I wear?

That following Sunday, Jess and I left campus early and drove to Chicago
for lunch with his parents. He had told them we'd be rooming together in
the fall "to cut expenses." That's all they really needed to know, I guess.

His parents were nice enough but they didn't really pay much attention to
me. And I didn't really care so much about meeting his parents. I wanted to
see Jess' old bedroom - "Unchanged since the day I left for school," Jess
said. And I got to see where Justin had lived and Billy, too.

I had created images of all these places in my mind. I think more than
anything, I wanted to see Justin's bedroom, where so many interesting
things had happened. It had been almost the focal point of my life as I
read "I Thought I Knew."

When Jess took me up to see it, it turned out to be smaller than I had
imagined. And less cluttered. Cleaner. Less a guy's room and more just
another bedroom.

As we stepped in and closed the door, I inhaled to see if I could smell
him. But that had faded away many, many months ago.

I'll never forget how we sat side by side on the foot of Jess' bed. The
same bed where Jess had Billy had sat so many times jerking off. I was
getting hard thinking about sitting right where Billy had sat so many years
earlier. Cum pouring from his hard, young cock. Rolling over his
knuckles. Dripping down his balls.

I asked Jess if he wanted to jerk off and cum with me like he had with
Billy.

"I always want to jerk off with you. Every chance we get," he said with a
little laugh in his voice. But he was afraid his parents might
interrupt. So we didn't. I was disappointed. It was one of those things I
had so clearly imagined would happen that day.

Another thing I'd imagined was seeing Billy's bedroom where Jess had been
tricked into seeing Justin and Billy together. But there was no way to do
that.

Jess spent the early afternoon showing me things and place, and telling me
about stuff the three of them and their friends had done. I was happy to
see and learn about it all. He reminisced about a lot of stuff that wasn't
in his story. It made me realize once again how much Hardreader had to
leave out or else the story might have gone on forever.

We stopped out front of Justin's house for about 10 minutes while Jess told
me a couple of stories about things that had happened there. From the
front, Justin's house didn't look quite as big as I'd imagined it. But it
was beautiful. So well maintained and perfectly landscaped. The whole
street looked perfect.

Before I knew it we were leaving Justin's and headed to Hardreader's
home. As I pictured meeting Hardreader, I couldn't deny how excited I
was. I mean excited, like hard. I didn't really know what to expect. but
Jess had assured me dozen of times we'd have a great time. I'd love
Hardreader . . . love H.R. and Karl.

As we left the suburbs and got more and more into the city, Jess turned
kind of serious and warned me to watch out because things almost always
turned to sex when H.R. was involved.

"So did you and H.R. ever have sex? I mean did the two of you ever . . ." I
didn't want to say it.

"Yeah, we did," Jess said and glanced over at me to see if I was OK with
that. "You've always known I was no virgin," He paused, but I didn't
respond. "Why? Does it bother you that I did it with H.R.?"

"Did you do it more than once?" I asked. That was so stupid because I don't
think I really wanted to know. But I couldn't stop myself from asking.

"Yeah, more than once. And for the record, he's not that big, but he's very
good at it."

"Will he want to do it with you again?" I asked, again probably not wanting
to hear Jess' answer. As I asked him I realized I was playing with my hard
cock through my lightweight summer slacks. I stopped, but didn't take my
hand away.

"You mean will me and H.R. have sex today?" Jess gave me a big smile and
laughed. He seemed to mean it as a little joke that I thought meant No.

At the next stoplight he looked at me with a wicked grin and then looked
down at my crotch, where my hard cock was tenting my slacks. "He might want
you to fuck him a time or two if you're showing that wood like you are
right now."

We drove on in silence for the last 10 or 15 minutes while I thought about
Jess and Hardreader. Who had been top and who the bottom? Had it just been
the two of them? Were they naked? Did they kiss? Had they spent hours
rolling around in bed together? Or was it just something quick? Did Jess
suck H.R.'s . . .

By the time we got there, I was really hard.

Jess parked on the street at the backside of a tall building. He released
his seatbelt and started to get out of the car.

"I can't go in there," I said.

Jess looked surprised and confused.

"Not like this." I made a point of looking down into my lap where my hard
cock was still pitching quite a tent.

Jess got out and closed his door. He walked around to my side and opened my
door. He held out his hand to me to help me out. He had that wicked grin
again as he said, "H.R. is gonna eat you up."

"I can't," I kept saying as Jess ignored me and all but dragged me around
to the front of the building and then inside.

"I can't," I protested as we waited for the doorman to call H.R. to let us
go up the elevator.

As we got out of the elevator on the top floor of the building, I said one
last time, "I really can't."

"Don't worry about it. If he notices your boner, just tell him you're glad
to see him. H.R. will understand that," Jess said. "The old perv will
probably be hard too."

Before we could knock, the door opened and there was a man . . . not an old
man, not a perv . . . but a regular, nice enough looking guy standing there
in a pair of almost gauzy-like cargo pants, wearing a faded T-shirt that
was like blue or kind of green almost. I don't know why I was paying so
much attention to his clothes, except that I thought his shorts were so
gauzy I might be able to see his penis right through them.

I guess I didn't really have a mental picture of what Hardreader would look
like. I don't really know what I expected, but he didn't look like the kind
of guy who wrote porno stories. He looked way too nice.

As I continued to stare at his clothing, I heard him clear his throat and I
looked up into his face. He was smiling and welcoming and completely at
ease. Like he was really glad we were there. Like he was really glad to see
me.

As I looked at him, it was as if someone had just turned the sound up and I
realized Jess was making introductions. " . . . and Paul has been so
excited to meet you, as you can tell from the mighty wood he's sporting for
you."

"Shut up, Jess," I said and hit him hard on the shoulder. Both Hardreader
and Jess laughed a little as they stared and even pointed at my crotch. I
couldn't help but look down to see how obvious my boner was. It was worse
than I thought. My cock had started to go down a little and was now poking
straight out in front of me creating an enormous tent in my slacks. A
slight damp spot at the tip.

H.R. finally stopped staring at my wood and looked at Jess saying, "Now I
see why you like him so much. I think I'll like him too."

My head fell back in embarrassment and shame. I didn't want to look or
speak to either of them. I wanted to vanish and never be seen again.

"Come on in and make yourselves comfortable," Hardreader said in the most
casual of tones as he turned away to lead us inside. He acted as though
guys with boners showed up at his door everyday. "What can I get you to
drink?"

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.