Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2010 09:34:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Jess' Story, Chapter 8, Part 2

Jess' Story
Chapter 8, Part II
From Paul's viewpoint

It was the end of the summer before my freshman year in college. I'd been
holed up in my room reading a lot of porn that summer and feeling so
alone. So isolated. Nobody knew that sometimes I was attracted to guys. I
was so confused by the urges and desires that seemed to bubble up from
within me. My sexual urges were getting out of control. The way I felt back
then, I both hoped and feared no one ever would find out.

I'd started reading "I Thought I Knew" shortly after it first began to be
posted. I took to Jess from the very beginning. Billy's first words in the
very first chapter said, "I thought I knew everything about Jess. I'd known
him forever." Within a few chapters, I started to feel the same way.

I felt I could see into his heart and touch his feelings. I felt the way
Billy must have felt. Like I'd spent all my free time with Jess. Like Jess
and I had sat together side by side on the end of my bed and jerked off
together almost every day. Sometimes more often than that.

In reality I'd spent years beating off alone. I'd learned how good it felt
to make my dick hard when I was maybe 11 or 12. By the time I was 13 I'd
discovered I liked to cum and was starting to realize that it was guys I
liked. Girls were OK, but guys were becoming more and more interesting.

I hate to think how many hours I spent fantasizing that someday I'd meet a
guy and . . . But once I started reading about Jess, I guess I sort of
fixated on him. His life. He was what I thought about each time I pumped
out another lonely load. Thinking of him, I didn't feel so lonely anymore.

It was close to love. I think of it as an enduring crush. His story made me
cry and laugh. Like a lot of the guys who posted comments to the project on
JUB, I got off more than I should probably admit. Jess was a dream come
true for me. A guy struggling to figure out who he was. Where he fit
in. What he should do.

I had the same struggles and fears as Jess did. What I didn't have was
Billy or Justin. I wanted to be with Jess so bad. And spending time with
Justin and Billy wouldn't hurt either. Even though I resented them for
excluding Jess from so much.

I really wanted to send private messages to Jess. To tell him how much he
had come to mean to me. How close I felt to him. How much I understood how
he felt. Because I felt the same way.

I knew his story forwards and backwards. I've read the whole thing all the
way through at least twice. And most chapters I read three or four times
waiting for HardReader to post the next one. Some of my favorite chapters I
have read a dozen or more times. I know when the story got to the part
where Jess was with Billy and Justin in the hot tub, I probably came a
dozen times that week reading that part again and again. Oh, hell, maybe
more than 20 times that week. And plenty of times since. I still read it
sometimes to help me get off and to bring back those memories of Jess.

All of that and I still never had the balls to write him.

But this Jess, the Jess who had stumbled into my life, Anne's Jess, he
couldn't be the Jess from "I Thought I Knew." Hardreader had said that he
changed a few things around so that no one could figure out who the three
kids really were. While this Jess had the same name spelled the same way,
too many other things didn't fit. I know HardReader won't let me say what
was wrong, but I was sure from stuff that was in the story that this Jess
wasn't that Jess. I couldn't make the pieces fit together. The Jess from "I
Thought I Knew" couldn't be at this university at this time.

So why would Anne's Jess have given that one chapter of the story to her to
read?

There was one more thing: Jess in the story didn't write the story. Anne
said that her Jess told her he wrote it. Maybe this Jess was really
HardReader. I didn't feel like I knew that much about HardReader. But it
seemed to make more sense to me if the writer was a friend of Jess and
Billy and Justin. A kid their own age, rather than some older guy writing
the story for them like HardReader claimed to do.

So maybe this Jess was really HardReader and in the story he just swapped
names around. But then why had Anne's Jess said the story was about him?

So maybe Jess was the writer of the story and the Jess in the story too. My
mind kept coming back to that possibility. I wanted so badly to believe
that I was finally meeting the Jess of my dreams. I was getting a headache
thinking about it.

So that's where my thoughts were when I couldn't take any more and started
to let all the possibilities go. I just stopped thinking about them and
started imagining what it would be like if this kid really was THE Jess. I
was almost instantly as hard as I had ever been. And with my horny cock,
that's really hard. Like it hurt it was so hard.

My mind transported me back to the end of my bed. I was slowly jerking my
cock side-by-side with my Jess. As he jerked his cock, he looked over at
mine. I was so aching hard for him. And I looked back at his cock and he
was just as hard as I was. Did he really want my cock as bad as I wanted
his? In my mind, he looked at me and smiled and asked, "So, how do you like
it?" Just what he'd said the first time I caught him jerking off in his
room.

I sat silently stroking my cock and smiling back at him. He reached over
and took my cock in his hand. I shivered as he wrapped his warm, moist
fingers around it. The same pre-cum lubed hand he'd been using to stroke
his own cock. It was almost like our cocks were touching each other.

I could feel my cock swell in his hand. I looked down and saw my purple
helmet so slick and shiny. Full of blood. The skin stretched so tight
across it. And his fingers moving steady. Up and down my penis. I knew this
wouldn't last long. Couldn't last long. I had no control. My lust was
getting the best of me.

I reached over and took hold of Jess' cock. I couldn't believe how warm it
was. How alive it felt in my hand. How easy his flowing pre-cum made it to
stroke. It was bigger than mine. Not a lot, but some. And he had more hair
around his than I did.

As much as I wanted this to go on forever, it wasn't going to. Jess looked
straight into my eyes and smiled. After that I didn't really see anything
more. I just sort of fell inside myself. Consumed by the touch of a guy's
hand on my penis. Overwhelmed by the surge I could feel building deep
inside of me. I knew what was coming.

I held my breath. My chest was tight. My cock so sensitive I could scream
with the feelings. Then I felt the movement inside me. My cock went
completely rigid as Jess continued to pump me. He knew what was cumming and
he wasn't backing off.

Oh my god, such intense sensations. Like fireworks in my penis. I didn't
think I could stand much more and then . . . I came. I could feel my own
cum splattering on my chest. So much cum. It was better than ever
before. So much cum. So hard. So long. As my own orgasm eased, I felt Jess'
cum running over my knuckles. Warm and slick. It felt so good. I felt so
close to him at that moment. I could almost sense his heart beating in
unison with mine.

I finally opened my eyes and looked down at the inevitable. My cum-covered
cock was still hard. I was squeezing it tight in my own cum-covered hand. I
was alone. As alone as I had ever been.

I let go of my cock and lay down on my bed. I really didn't care if Anne's
Jess was the same as the Jess in the story. That didn't seem to matter
anymore. All I cared was that Anne's Jess became my Jess.

I didn't want to hurt Anne, but if I had to . . .

I knew in my heart that the Jess I had always imagined since I first read
about him looked and felt and smiled and talked and even smelled just like
the Jess I had seen crossing the street. Just like the Jess who had smiled
at me at the restaurant.

Things were starting to become clearer for me. Reading "I Thought I Knew"
in high school had given me hope, made me feel I was not alone. It had
changed my life. I guess in a way I thought I knew that HardReader's story
was about to change my life once again.

I was older now. I realized that story had taught me an important lesson. I
was responsible for myself. I needed to create my own future. I needed to
find my own Jess. Even though he couldn't be the Jess I had dreamed of when
I was younger, he could be my Jess. I had the chance to make it happen. I
could make it happen. I would make it happen!

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.